Love-struck fool.
How terrifying!
A week, a whole week.
Every day, every night.
Not even a single day of rest for Sun Dasheng.
Even the experienced old fighter was worn out.
Hotel, on the luxurious king-size bed.
The handsome man wrapped one arm around the fair-skinned woman, gently advising: "You don't need to come every day, spend more time on your acting. Didn't you say you wanted to play a role that audiences would remember?
If you don't put more effort into your acting, how can you achieve your dream?"
Looking at the man earnestly advising her to focus on work, Guli Nazha found it amusing. She turned over, pressed on top of him, and licked her red lips: "Are you not up to it?"
Oh dear!
Upon hearing the words "not up to it," Sun Dasheng's expression changed instantly.
A man can be told anything, except that he's not up to it.
"You'll see if I'm up to it or not once you try."
