"What are you doing?"
"Sign it!"
"Why?"
"Autograph!" Sheng Qingxue said, "You're a big star, haven't you given autographs before!? When someone hands you a notebook, of course it's for an autograph, what else could it be."
"To send a love letter."
"Huh?" Sheng Qingxue was speechless, "Stop worrying so much; I'm a married pregnant woman, not some naive girl."
"You still dare to talk!" Ruan Xincheng's expression turned extremely foul.
"Fine, I won't say anything." Sheng Qingxue handed him the pen, "Sign here!"
Ruan Xincheng took the pen and made a gesture as if he was going to hit her, then put the pen back on the notebook.
"You say you don't like me? If you don't like me, why ask for an autograph? You're a woman who says one thing and means another!"
He signed his name with a smug expression as he spoke.
"Thank you, but it's not for me, I'm just doing it for someone else." Sheng Qingxue took the pen back and tried to retrieve the notebook.
