"N-nothing, just a leg cramp earlier." Julian Campbell tugged at the corners of his stiff lips, desperately coming up with an excuse.
The director was so angry he almost threw the script in his hand at Julian’s head.
"Go, check it out for him."
A leg cramp isn’t a big deal, but it affects filming!
The director waved his hand, signaling someone to go check it out.
"It’s nothing, I’m fine now." Julian quickly shook his head, refusing the crew’s kind offer to help.
After all, it wasn’t really a leg cramp.
Just then, the moment he hugged Sophie’s waist, murderous intent!
He felt murderous intent!
It directly pierced into his back!
Instantly, his whole body froze, and he couldn’t move at all.
He finally got a firsthand experience of what it’s like to be flash-frozen, it was so freaking terrifying!
"What happened?" Sophie Wilson asked worriedly, "Do you need to see a doctor?"
"No need." Julian forced an awkward smile, shaking his head to refuse.
This is a problem a doctor really can’t solve.
Didn’t Charles say he’d read the script?
Bully... *sob sob sob...*
In Julian’s mind, a little figure bit a handkerchief and squatted in the corner crying.
Julian shifted his position, twisted his waist, nodded, and pulled himself together: "I’m ready."
After resuming filming, Julian tried hard to ignore that person’s gaze, as sharp and cold as a knife, drawing on his many years of hard-practiced dance skills, lifting his legs, spinning, doing his best to coordinate with Sophie to perform the dance beautifully.
To outsiders, Julian danced as wonderfully as Sophie, but to George Reed who had spent endless days with him practicing, it was immediately clear that this was far from Julian’s usual standard.
George turned his head silently, couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
The stiffness was such that Julian wouldn’t have had this kind of elementary issue even in his mid-training days, now his dance moves that could make fans scream at his concerts were all ruined. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
His gaze landed on Charles Seymour, seeing his face that could rival an Ice Age glacier, he silently covered his face.
Looking better than male celebrities in the entertainment circle, why must he be so cold?
Just a glance would make one tremble inside.
Hmm... George suddenly had a bit of admiration for Julian.
Being stared at by eyes like these yet still dancing ... it shows Julian’s dance skills have improved!
Such a pitiful improvement.
George felt like crying.
Julian danced and danced, suddenly feeling the chilling murderous intent shadowing him vanish.
Curious, he looked up and immediately found the real answer.
Sophie’s eyes sparkled; unless someone had eye problems, they could clearly see the intense passion overflowing in her gaze.
It was evidently the gaze of a woman in love, looking at her beloved, with no one else in the world apart from him.
Such focus, such fiery passion, such tenderness... she looked straight and fervently at... behind him.
Julian immediately grasped the survival guide!
His feet suddenly performed a beautiful misstep, guiding Sophie, and they danced so hotly and amorously.
The director behind the camera was exhilarated, pumped his fist excitedly, and silently mouthed a "good."
This was the feeling he wanted!
In his heart, George chuckled coldly but couldn’t deny, Julian’s survival instincts were quite strong despite his quirky nature.