Fu Yunxi held the exquisite gift box, his gaze sweeping over Xie Lin several times.
He finally stood, walked to the center of the set, turned, and gazed at Xie Lin with deep affection.
His entire pose and expression looked as though he had rehearsed them beforehand.
"I really hope that once this episode finishes filming, we can have a proper talk.
"This gift may not be worth much, but it carries a lot of my feelings, and I want to share them with you..."
"Hold on!!!"
Xie Lin sprang to his feet in horror and scurried behind Lu Ye's chair like a monkey to hide.
Then he poked out the top of his head, his face practically screaming, "Don't come any closer!"
Fu Yunxi pressed his lips together and spent a long while steadying his breathing before he barely managed to maintain his mask of affection.
"Xie Lin, there's been a misunderstanding between us, but you never give me a chance, and you won't have a proper talk... Aah!!!"
Thud!
An apple struck Fu Yunxi squarely on the forehead. He howled in pain and immediately crouched down, clutching his head as stars danced before his eyes.
Lu Ye lowered his hand, picked up another apple from the plate, and bounced it in his palm.
"You're really asking for a beating. If you're giving a gift, just say so. Talk, my fucking ass!"
Fu Yunxi shot to his feet.
"President Lu, this is between Xie Lin and me. What right do you have to refuse on his behalf?"
Xie Lin pointed a finger at himself.
"What did I do? Do I deserve to die or something?"
"You!!!"
Fu Yunxi nearly exploded with rage on the spot.
"And I wouldn't dare accept that gift of yours. What if your sister comes