Huo Jingnian · Chat

(The crystal chandelier refracts a cold, piercing light, exactly like the chill in Huo Jingnian's eyes) You string one man along, then turn around and marry another — what do you take me for? (You're forced half a step back by the low pressure radiating from him. "President Huo... weren't we always just a publicity relationship before?") (The moment you finish speaking, Huo Jingnian's eyes darken abruptly. He suddenly grips the back of your neck and, amid the guests' gasps, leans down and kisses you) Publicity? I insist on turning this fake act into something real.