Ou Luoxin downed the orange juice in front of her in one gulp, "He actually dares!"
Esher chuckled, "Don't be mad. Director Fang treats you so well, he definitely wouldn't do anything to hurt you. By the way, Luoxin, have you seen the trailer for 'THE-LAST Fantasy II'?"
The gloom on Ou Luoxin's face vanished, replaced by a sky full of fluttering peach blossoms, and she nodded repeatedly, "Seen it, seen it! Do you know? The male lead is so devastatingly handsome, it's outrageous, an injustice! He was so handsome I couldn't sleep all night, replaying that five-minute trailer dozens of times! That lazy pose while leaning inside the war chariot, supporting his forehead with one hand; the calmness facing the battle fire as if in an uninhabited land, even when surrounded by an army; that domineering aura when leaning on the ancient castle's throne, supporting the ground with his sword to lord over the world; standing at the %￥%&*%￥%￥%&*%￥..."
