Jun Wangchen was thoroughly impressed by Qian Rumo's acting.
Yes, the Oscars owed Qian Rumo a Best Actor award.
"Jun Wangchen, as a man, if you want to win a woman's heart, the most important thing is to make her feel secure, so she feels safe when she's with you," Qian Rumo said solemnly, her hands clasped behind her back.
Her expression made her look so much like a con artist that Jun Wangchen couldn't help bursting out laughing.
Qian Rumo's face darkened. "What are you laughing at?"
"My friend's wife had a baby!"
"What does his wife having a baby have to do with you?"
"Nothing. I just felt like laughing." Jun Wangchen stifled his laughter and gestured to her. "Go on."
"You need to create opportunities to give her that sense of security. For instance, when she's in danger, you step forward. No matter how grave the danger is, you grit your teeth and keep protecting her. That will make her feel safe."
"Grit your teeth... wouldn't that hurt?"
Qian Rumo's face went pale, then flushed. "I'm talking about making her feel safe, and you're asking whether your teeth would hurt?"
"If they don't hurt, why grit them so hard?"
"Are you deliberately trying to piss me off?" Qian Rumo's expression turned grim.
Jun Wangchen fought back his laughter. "No, I just want to know how to grit my teeth without hurting them!"
"Jun Wangchen, you bastard!" Furious, Qian Rumo was about to kick him when Zi Hanyan walked in with a pair of bracelets.
"Sorry for the wait." Zi Hanyan placed the bracelets on the table. Glancing at Qian Rumo, she noticed tear tracks on her face and knitted her delicate brows. "Rumo, why were you crying?"
Qian Rumo froze, then hurriedly turned to Jun Wangchen. "Ask