Hearing Zion Prescott's words, Claire Sinclair's hand shook slightly.
She originally didn't have much space to avoid, and at this moment, after being weighed by Zion Prescott on the pros and cons, Claire Sinclair simply stood still.
The man's hand lightly and faintly touched her cheek.
When the makeup artist applied ointment on her earlier, Claire Sinclair didn't find anything strange.
But Zion Prescott's palm was so cold that Claire Sinclair suddenly looked at him in surprise.
"Your hand... is so cold..."
Claire Sinclair tried to choose her words, but in the end, she honestly said what she most wanted to say.
Zion Prescott smiled faintly.
"Perhaps it's because I was in a hurry driving earlier."
"..."
A strange feeling emerged in Claire Sinclair's heart, because to avoid a second fire outbreak, the entire film crew was extremely cautious with electricity usage, and there was no air conditioning or heating; the whole makeup room was only about ten degrees Celsius.
