e first time she had a clear and vivid image of the opposite sex.

And that is Fu Ting Chuan.

“Where are the stylists! Come over and fix their hair and clothes! Prepare for Xue Shao’s next scene.
Xiao Tong, you go up first.”

The director’s words interrupted her thoughts.
Jiang Tiao hurriedly set the picture that she secretly took as her home screen.
She picked up the cosmetic bag and sprint backstage.

She didn’t put Fu Ting Chuan’s photo on her lock screen.
It is her treasure, it should be hidden so only she can see.

When she arrived, Fu Ting Chuan is already sitting in a chair backstage.
His assistant screwed a bottle of water and handed it to him.

The tunic he wore for the picture had already been taken off so he is only wearing a white short sleeve T-shirt on his upper body.

The director was also next to him.
He is known to be very fierce with the juniors but toward Fu Ting Chuan, he would be laughing and flattering.

He took a cigarette packet from his trouser pocket and put it in front of Fu Ting Chuan, “Teacher Fu, do you smoke?”

Fu Ting Chuan raised the bottle in his hand and refused, “I don't smoke, I’m fine with water.”

“Oh, ok.
It’s good that you don’t smoke.” Director Tong’s affection is the same as Maitreya’s, “Then I will go ahead first.
You rest a while.”


As he watched the director leave, Fu Ting Chuan looked up and drank a mouthful of mineral water, his Adam’s apple moving up and down, looking very manly.

Several girls who are around him sorting out his clothes immediately blush.

Jiang Tiao stopped next to them and skillfully took out a few sheets of blotting paper from her waist pocket.

Fu Ting Chuan doesn’t have naturally dry skin.
Adding on to the fact that he had been exposed for a long period to intense light, it is inevitable that there would be some oil production in his T-zone area.

Jiang Tiao wanted to explain herself but after thinking about it, she decided to keep her mouth shut and pat the blotting sheet on the center of his forehead.

The mysterious atmosphere reappeared once again.

Jiang Tiao couldn’t figure out what it was but whenever she put her hand on Fu Ting Chuan’s skin, there is a strange feeling.

It could’ve come from her or it could’ve come from him.

Is it because she desperately tried to repress her love and worship for Fu Ting Chuan which caused her to have a guilty conscience? Or is it because she is touching his face in a grandiose manner which would allow her to have some influence in private?

Forget it, let’s not think about it.

It is only work.
She clearly told herself.

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