069 Han Bi and Warming 2

stared at Bai Xiwen, with an expression that seemed to want to transplant her head onto Warm's body so that Warm could act out the facial expressions for her. Bai Xiwen shuddered; this gaze was truly...069 Han Bi and Warmth 2

Warmth smiled brightly, "Thank you, you're really nice."

Gu Rui gave a significant smile, "Are you truly a fan of Miss Han"

"Of course."

He smiled without speaking, and Han Bi asked, "Where should I send the signed poster Should I deliver it to An Ning International"

"No need, no need to trouble him. You can just send it to..." Warm thought that she would be staying with Ye Fei Mo during her summer break, so she said, "You can send it to Room 45 of Mingcheng. Otherwise, I can come and pick it up from your studio."

Room 45...of Mingcheng

Even though the pale color of her face had been concealed with makeup, Warm noticed a flicker of pain and hopelessness in Han Bi's eyes that was so quick she almost missed it. She felt slightly surprised but before she could look again, there was nothing left to see.

Gu Rui laughed even more enigmatically.

"Alright, I'll have my assistant deliver it," Han Bi said softly.

The ever charismatic Han Bi was suddenly enveloped by a melancholy atmosphere at that moment. Her gaze was filled with sorrow, making her appear pitifully charming and evoking sympathy from others.

She was accustomed to being in front of the camera, so every expression she made was breathtakingly beautiful.

Is she too sensitive

She glanced at Ye Feimo beside her. His gaze was always as cold as the moon, his face expressionless and wooden. Looking at Han Bi, he spoke in a tone as still as dead water, "Miss Han, your acting skills are getting better; you're almost indistinguishable from reality."

"Acting" Han Bi raised her eyes to look at Ye Feimo. Her watery eyes were filled with self-mockery, as if she had suffered some great hurt, causing her hand to tremble lightly, leaving others puzzled.

Wasn't Ye Feimo praising herion. Mo Xiaobai woke up from the pain and bit Moyao’s shoulder. Wushuang had given him anesthetic, but it didn’t seem to have much of an effect. Nobody was trained in wilderness first aid, so they wer...