Retracting his hand that was reaching for the preservation box, Jun Shiling looked down at Xia Wanyuan, who was hugging him.
He reached out and picked her up by the waist and placed her on his lap.
“How much did you miss me?” Jun Shiling leaned forward and kissed Xia Wanyuan, his eyes burning.
“That much.” Xia Wanyuan looked up and gestured at a distance the size of a fingernail.
“It’s so little, not even a hundredth of how much I missed you.” Jun Shiling’s chuckle landed in Xia Wanyuan’s ear.
“What sweet words.” Xia Wanyuan’s ears were red.
“I’ve never flirted with anyone before.” Jun Shiling tightened his grip. “Are you tired today?”
“A little. I’ve filmed the scene of climbing the snow mountain and grass today. My hand is bruised. Look,” Xia Wanyuan said as she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a small piece of red skin.
The production team did not use stunt bundles, and they had to jump the two-meter-tall platform when cued. Even though she had repeatedly filmed the same difficult scene for three consecutive hours, Xia Wanyuan, who had never complained, suddenly felt aggrieved in front of Jun Shiling.
“Let me apply some medicine for you. Be careful when you film in the future.”
One of the main reasons why Xia Wanyuan was willing to show her vulnerability in front of Jun Shiling was that Jun Shiling would feel very sorry for such a small injury. It was as if any small matter on Xia Wanyuan’s body had a lot of weight in Jun Shiling’s eyes.
Everything would have a response, and every single item was valued.
Jun Shiling carefully applied some alcohol to the wound, then applied some cool ointment. He hugged her and kissed her forehead, patting her back as if he was coaxing a child.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Sensing the love overflowing from Jun Shiling’s heart, Xia Wanyuan snuggled in his arms.
The last time she was hugged and coaxed like a child after she was injured was when her parents were still around.
To be able to grow into the most dazzling pearl in the Great Xia Dynasty, the little princess Xia Wanyuan had grown up under the pampering of her parents.
When she was young, she was once a child who cried when she was injured. She was also the little daughter who was afraid of the dark and ghosts and threw herself into her parents’ arms coquettishly.
However, after the country was destroyed and her family was destroyed, in the chaotic world, she was the support of her younger siblings, the commander of the three armies, and the person who carried the weight of the country.
No matter how difficult it was or how badly injured she was, she would endure it alone and not show it to others.
Now that she was a little bruised, she felt very aggrieved. Xia Wanyuan laughed. She had become even more delicate.
“What are you laughing at?”
“I’m laughing at how I’m getting more and more delicate.” Xia Wanyuan looked up at Jun Shiling.
“Mm, you’re quite delicate.” Jun Shiling nodded. “I raised you, so I can take it. You can be delicate however you want.”
Xia Wanyuan habitually wanted to say Jun Shiling was spouting sweet words, but on second thought, every word that Jun Shiling said had landed on the ground, and he had also fulfilled every promise he had made.
In the end, Xia Wanyuan did not say anything and only hugged Jun Shiling back. “Jun Shiling.”
“Yes, I’m here.”
“You’re the best.”
What responded to Xia Wanyuan was an extremely gentle kiss.
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At three in the afternoon, Mu Feng, who had been woken up by Xia Wanyuan’s call and had been busy with a sulky face for a long time, got out of bed.
They had finally completed Xia Wanyuan’s styling and makeup design.
Seeing that every bit of Xia Wanyuan had perfectly displayed the effect he had imagined, a smile finally appeared on Mu Feng’s face.
“Perfect! I didn’t get up so early for nothing.”
“So early?” Xia Wanyuan glanced at the time. It was half-past five in the afternoon.
Mu Feng looked at Xia Wanyuan as if she was an old antique. “Young people nowadays, it’s midnight and life has just begun. No wonder you and Jun Shiling are a pair. The two of you are an old antique.”
………..
Xia Wanyuan felt that she could not refute Mu Feng’s claim that she was an old antique.
By the time they brought Xia Wanyuan out of the dressing room, Chen Yun and Tang Yin were stunned.
“This? Does it not match the elegant goddess route that the company wants to build?” The real antique straight man, Chen Yun, sent out a soul interrogation.
“No, I think this style is very beautiful. It will definitely be the focus of tonight. Our Wanyuan’s image is not fixed to begin with. Only a diverse impact can shock people.”
“Let’s go.” Xia Wanyuan had never had any objections to her style. She felt that professional things had to be handed over to professionals, and Mu Feng was quite professional.
“Okay!” Seeing that it was about time, Mu Feng continued to go home to catch up on sleep, while Chen Yun and Tang Yin brought Xia Wanyuan to the award ceremony.