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"Qiao Xuan, a woman is too smart to be interesting, in this kind of situation, you only need to enjoy it." Sheng Liang's pale face had an expression that was difficult to decipher.

Qiao Xuan pressed her hand against his chest and tried her best to maintain a final distance between them, "There are some things that I have not been able to clear, so my heart is not at ease."

Sheng Liang straightened his body and placed the apple he had peeled a moment ago into her hands. "You're right.

After he finished speaking, he walked out. Qiao Xuan watched his back and felt that his words were implying something.

However, she didn't have the energy to think about it. She quickly fell asleep, feeling dizzy.

When he woke up again, it was already evening. Before Qiao Xuan even opened his eyes, he smelt a faint fragrance of porridge.

"You must be hungry. I made some porridge. Drink some more." Sheng Liang reached out and helped Qiao Xuan up, placing a pillow behind her, then lifted up a bowl and scooped a spoonful of porridge, placing it beside her lips.

When he was helping her just now, the two of them were very close. Qiao Xuan smelled the unique perfume on his body and couldn't help but be a little absent-minded.

Sheng Liang smiled, "Have you forgotten that you only have one hand right now? Even a strong woman can show weakness occasionally."

In Qiao Xuan's knowledge, there didn't seem to be a concept of relying on men. She was used to relying on herself to solve everything.

"This matter is done with a sense of camaraderie. Actually, it is not within our scope of cooperation. Young Master Liang, in the future … You don't have to do this. " Although Sheng Liang's personality was eccentric and he didn't have much of a feeling of existing within his brothers, his excellence was still obvious. In front of such a charming man, Qiao Xuan felt that she couldn't really handle him.

Sheng Liang still did not let go of her hand, and her tone did not contain the slightest bit of impatience: "Is entering the role an actor's basic level of training, or, are you afraid?"

It seemed like she had tacitly agreed to accompany him in acting from the beginning, but now that she deliberately kept her distance from him, it seemed a little forced.

She looked up at him, the spoon in his hand still in her mouth, as if he would stick to it if he didn't get her response. She opened her mouth slightly and drank the porridge.

"Rest well and we'll go to Venice in a few days." Sheng Liang laughed, but to him, that smile was negligible.

Qiao Xuan never had any expectations towards where she would go. She seemed to be born not to be a romantic person, but because of Sheng Liang, she seemed to have some expectations towards the future.

Perhaps it was because she had slept for an entire afternoon that Qiao Xuan was unable to sleep at night. She slowly got off the bed and walked out of the sickroom, wanting to see where Sheng Liang was.

The corridor was quiet, and even the occasional passerby could barely make a sound.

Qiao Xuan walked forward lightly and accidentally heard someone speaking in Chinese in the room. That voice sounded familiar, as if it belonged to Luo Jie.

"Young Master Liang, we've already sent the photos to the media, but there's no news on the side at all." Luo Jie said.

Sheng Liang sat on the Floating Window, holding a cup of red wine in his hand. He looked at the night sky outside, his expression displaying his usual indifference. "It's alright, we still have time."