Sweetness bubbled up inside Chu Yao, but she still pouted. "Mr. Lu, that was for work. For work, okay?"
Chu Yao's tone was playfully chiding, but an undeniable smile shone in her eyes.
Lu Xize smiled too—not the heart-chilling one from before, but a genuine smile. He leaned a little closer to Chu Yao. "Mm. If it hadn't been for work, his hand would be ruined by now."
Chu Yao was speechless. 'Don't you know it's not good to be so violent, young man?'
Chu Yao pursed her lips, then a thought suddenly struck her. If Lu Xize had come to watch her film today, he must have also seen the scene where she "kissed" Chen Qiuyu, right?
Chu Yao bit her lip. Although she didn't think much of it—after all, it was just a camera trick, and Chen Qiuyu hadn't touched her at all—Lu Xize was a total jealousy monster who didn't listen to reason. Chu Yao decided it was best to explain.
"Um… We really did hold hands, but the kiss later was just for the camera angle. It wasn't real; he didn't touch me."
