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Tang Zhen frowned as he looked at Song Qiting in front of him. Hearing his words, Tang Zhen felt that he had done all of this for his own sake, and there were still hidden grievances and grievances within his tone.

"That Director Song is truly great."

said in a mocking tone. Other than Song Qiting, who else could give him a reason for his actions.

How could Song Qiting not understand her sarcastic tone? Other than giving Tang Zhen a fierce bite on his lips, he did not bother too much about it.

"Hiss …" Song Qiting! "

Tang Zhen roared angrily at the man in front of her. However, the man seemed to have already guessed what she was going to do, so before she could move, Song Qiting had already grabbed her waist tightly.

He casually took the script by his side, looked at the markings on it by Tang Zhen's side, and roughly skimmed through it, and already understood the plot story very well.

"This role suits you very well. I can see that they are very diligent in choosing your role."

Song Qiting rarely praised others, so he read through the script once again carefully. As he wrapped his long arms around Tang Zhen's waist, he very naturally placed his chin on Tang Zhen's shoulder, the script in his hand just happened to be in front of Tang Zhen, making it hard for her not to read it.

"Yes." Tang Zhen really could not stand being in such an intimate relationship with Song Qiting, so he patiently replied her half-heartedly.

Song Qiting was not angry either. He looked at the script which Tang Zhen had almost turned into a crappy mess, as well as the things she had meticulously recorded down. He couldn't help but sigh at her seriousness, and a thought seemed to have appeared in his heart.

"Do you like acting?"

Song Qiting looked at Tang Zhen and asked. If he was someone who didn't like performances at all, he wouldn't have spent so much effort on an advertisement.

"There is nothing wrong with your performance. There is always something that suits you."

Tang Zhen coldly replied, and she couldn't help but once again direct her gaze onto Song Qiting's face. After so many years, she seemed to still not have any form of resistance towards Song Qiting's face.

When Tang Zhen first heard what she had to say, Tang Zhen was already surprised. She did not think that Song Qiting had such unique insights into the performance, and even the plot that she had been wondering about for a long time, could be easily solved with just a few words.

"The basics of acting are essential, but it's not like you have to stick to those things. You have to know that the role you're playing is flexible and ever-changing. The character itself still needs a realistic personality to lay the groundwork."

When Song Qiting finally closed the script, it was already dawn, and he had sat there for the entire night.

"Isn't your leg numb?"

Tang Zhen had finally come to her senses. She had benefited greatly from this night of chatting with Song Qiting, so much that even she had forgotten that she had sat on his lap the entire night just listening to him.

As she spoke, she quickly got up from his body and stood beside him, blushing.

Originally, Song Qiting did not feel anything from his legs, but when Tang Zhen said this, he suddenly felt that his legs were about to lose all feeling, and a numbing pain immediately spread throughout his entire body.

"Hiss …" Song Qiting frowned slightly. He originally wanted to get up, but the pain from his legs suddenly spread throughout his entire body.

"What's wrong with you? Is your leg numb?"

Tang Zhen subconsciously asked. She stood in front of Song Qiting and wanted to go over to support him, but when she had just stretched out her arm, she was pulled back.

"Come and help me up."

Song Qiting stretched out his arm. He had experienced the pain of gunfire before, but he had never thought that he would fall on a numb leg.

"You … Sit down and take a good rest, your legs are numb. "

Tang Zhen also looked at the dishonest him somewhat angrily. It was not like she had never experienced this kind of numbing pain before, she knew that this kind of pain could not be touched.

"Do you want me to go to the toilet or do you want me to settle it here?"

Song Qiting said snappily. She really thought that he was some sort of deity after not getting used to his physical needs for the whole night? You don't even need to have personal needs.

Tang Zhen blushed at his words, she helplessly held her forehead, and finally recovered her composure in three seconds. Then, she bent down slightly and held onto Song Qiting's arm with her hands.

Just as he was about to get up, his calf pain caused him to lose his balance and fell down. Because the movement that he made when he fell was too sudden, Tang Zhen did not notice that he fell down along with him.

Tang Zhen looked at the face that was getting closer and closer to her with shock. She had never received any sort of professional training, so under these circumstances, she was even less able to make any quick dodging movements.

"Ugh …"

Two muffled groans could be heard in unison, followed by a terrifying silence. However, too many coincidences happened in an instant.

The two of them stared blankly at their faces that were just inches away from each other, unable to react for a long time.

Tang Zhen laid dumbly on Song Qiting's body, and she could clearly feel the cool and thin temperature between her lips gradually rising. Other than that, she only felt that her right hand was in unbearable pain.

Her palm was in pain, as though she had lost consciousness, and that feeling was as though a million watts of electric current had struck right into Tang Zhen's brain. She only felt her brain suddenly shake, her mind becoming blank, not giving her the time to think for a moment.

Song Qiting felt a splitting headache coming on, the veins on his forehead were popping up, the blood in his body was boiling, and it felt like it was going to burst out from his veins. Very quickly, the smell of blood that was like iron rust filled his entire mouth, making Song Qiting unable to endure it for even a moment.

"Tang Zhen, if this is what you want to do, we can go somewhere else."

As their lips were facing each other, it was inevitable that Song Qiting's voice was a little unclear. But Tang Zhen had lived with him for three years, how could she not be able to make out what Song Qiting was saying?

But sometimes, their movements would always be slower than the speed of their brain. By the time Tang Zhen reacted and planned to escape, five minutes had already passed.

However, just as she moved a distance of less than 10 centimeters away from Song Qiting, her waist was once again bound by Song Qiting, they used all their strength, and the two of them went even closer.

"If you're so reluctant, I don't mind continuing."

Song Qiting intentionally made fun of Tang Zhen's embarrassed little face.

He clearly knew that all of this was purely a coincidence, but he was in an indescribably great mood. Seeing Tang Zhen's blushing face, he was so captivated that he almost wanted to kiss her.

"Song Qiting, do you have any shame?"

She knew that Song Qiting was purposely teasing her, but thinking of that accident just now, she still felt that her head was in a daze. However, how could her anger be quelled by this scolding?