He Jinxia's cheeks warmed, and her heart fluttered for a moment, a sweet taste spreading to every corner of her body from her chest. Uncharacteristically, she responded coquettishly:
"You'd better mean it. If the movie's reputation bounces back badly, I'll [knife][knife]."
Well, even when Jinxia is being coquettish, there's always a knife hidden in her tenderness, the so-called tough exterior with a tender heart, indifferent on the surface but treasuring it deeply inside, just like her.
No matter what, she would never straightforwardly tell Sheng Yan... she loved that sentence a lot!
"Knock knock!" The door was knocked on, and He Jinxia turned off her phone screen, opened the door, and sure enough, it was Cheng Xiaohua.
She carried a bowl of porridge in her hands and said, "When did you get up? Have you been waiting long?"
He Jinxia stepped aside to let her in, saying casually, "I haven't been waiting long. You came just in time, I was about to go find you for breakfast."
