Xue Chengyou noticed Yan Qingluo's eyelashes fluttering and tried to call her, "Wake up, wake up."

Then he patted her face again, but Yan Qingluo still didn't open his eyes.

But Xue Chengyou felt that her breathing was not very steady and knew that she was pretending to sleep on purpose.

And she felt that Yin Qingluo's heartbeat was also very fast, so she teased her and deliberately lingered on her waist.

He looked at Yan Qingluo's eyebrows furrowed, wanting to have an attack but not daring to wake up, and felt funny in his heart.

As if to tease, he deliberately slapped her on the butt, and sure enough, Yan Qingluo couldn't bear it and opened his eyes.

But she pretended not to know anything and looked at Xue Chengyou, "I just, I just..."

Xue Chengyou kissed the corner of her lips and stroked Yan Qingluo's hair, "You just fell asleep."

Yan Qingluo probably hadn't fully reacted to the personality change for a while, or he probably didn't expect to be surprised by Xue Chengyou.

She didn't react violently when she was kissed. Instead, she seemed a little dazed.

After a few seconds, she wanted to get up, but Xue Chengyou wouldn't let her, and whispered: "Let me hold you for a while longer."

Yan Qingluo knew that the two of them shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't help but covet Xue Chengyou's warmth, half pushing him and lying back in Xue Chengyou's arms.

After a long while, their heartbeats calmed down one after another.

Yan Qingluo said first: "I'm going back to the room."

Xue Chengyou reluctantly let go and winked at her, "Well, you're welcome to come back if you have anything to do."

Yan Qingluo knew exactly what Xue Chengyou was talking about, but he only glared at him with a blushing face and turned around to go out.

Back in the room, Yan Qingluo pressed his back against the door, took a few deep breaths, and touched his heart before calming down.

Xue Chengyou already knew... and let her temporarily fool him. What kind of tricks was he playing with her?

When I checked the time on my phone and was about to go to bed, I found that there were messages and calls from Zhou Zhen on my phone.

Just now she was still in Xue Chengyou's room.

One Xue Chengyou is enough, there is no need to add Zhou Zhen.

But something happened tonight. Although the burning heat in his body subsided, Yan Qingluo still could not sleep peacefully.

In the second half of the night, fragments of interactions between Cui Wei Continent and the real world kept appearing in front of her eyes.

She saw Cui Wei Continent, and when she was alone and helpless, those righteous people drew their swords against her.

I also saw her friends who fought alongside her in this world.

Which world is better?

She suddenly had no idea.

Yan Qingluo began to reflect on the reason why he originally wanted to become a strong man in Cui Wei Continent.

Because she found that her bones were extremely good and suitable for cultivation. However, due to the rapid progress of his cultivation, he was suspected of practicing evil arts and was shamed by everyone.

Later, she simply broke away from the secular world and turned to the Lianyue Sect, becoming what others call a "devil."

What she pursues is only advanced cultivation and advanced magic. Fame and benefit are not important to her at all.

This idea of ​​striving for excellence was brought to this world by her.

She also wanted to show those who looked down on Yan Qingluo that a small artist at the 38th level could one day rise to the top and become a big shot in the industry.

No matter in this world or that world, her pursuit is actually the same.

It’s just that people in this world have too short life spans and cannot have unlimited time to experience more things.

He Jian and Chang Shuihan also said that she cares about the width of life, and the length is not that important.

but……

Yan Qingluo shook her head. She was confused about what to do. Was Xue Chengyou disturbing her too much?

The next day, the three of them came to the studio, originally to take photos of European knights.

But when the photographer saw the conditions on the faces of Yan Qingluo and Xue Chengyou, he looked around for a while. "Are you two planning to test my skills?"

Yan Qingluo held his chin and looked at his cheeks in the mirror, which were still slightly swollen.

And Xue got a big slap in the face, but the red cheeks are still alive.

The girl at work looked at Yan Qingluo and Xue Chengyou, what was she thinking?

But being indifferent to artists' personal affairs is the attitude he should have as a staff member.

However, as a melon-eater, it really takes a lot of effort to restrain yourself.

The photographer frowned and said, "It's hard for me to do this. My schedule is very full."

The girl at work hurriedly coordinated in the middle, "Well, we have another set of battle-damaged style photos. The one with heavier makeup colors, why don't we take the photos first? Wait until the afternoon to see the situation and shoot the European medieval vampire style set?"

The work girl's suggestion was recognized by everyone, but Xue Chengyou and Yan Qingluo did not dare to object to it because it was indeed their own problem.

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Yan Qingluo looked at the headgear the stylist brought her and asked, "It's just a high ponytail. Can't I use my own hair?"

The stylist smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay, but the overall face looks better with a bun!"

The stylist tactfully expressed his opinion on Yan Qingluo's lack of hair.

Yan Qingluo asked again what clothes to wear.

The stylist finds a clothes bag.

When Yan Qingluo saw the three sets of ice armor uniforms being taken out, he suddenly felt familiar.

I thought this was very similar to the uniform worn by a disciple of a sect that Cui Wei had seen in mainland China.

She remembered that the sect’s regular uniforms had a plum blossom pattern on the collar.

Yan Qingluo subconsciously looked at the collar and found that, unexpectedly, there really was a plum blossom pattern! ?

Yan Qingluo looked at the stylist for a while and couldn't help but ask: "Who gave you these clothes?"

The young male stylist with blond hair smiled and said: "I made it myself... It may not look so clean, but our clothes are indeed brand new, but they are deliberately aged to match the poster cover."

Yan Qingluo looked at the stylist's golden hair, then looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "What I'm asking is, which sect in the mainland did this dress destroy?"

The stylist's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Yan Qingluo in disbelief.

Yan Qingluo's heart sank, there was another one.

What kind of conspiracy is it? Let the people behind it want to connect the two worlds together?

The photographer thought Yan Qingluo was moving too slowly, so the girl from work came over to rush the scene.

After Yan Qingluo and the stylist exchanged WeChat messages, the other party hurriedly finished the styling.

Because both of them had their own suspicions, the stylist made several mistakes when combing Yan Qingluo's hair texture, and the hair strands that had already been styled were pulled out by him.

Xue Chengyou and Zhou Zhen, because the makeup requirements on their faces are relatively lower than those of girls, they have already finished pretending.

During the waiting period, although Zhou Zhen was scrolling through his mobile phone and listening to music, Yan Qingluo noticed that his eyes drifted towards her several times.

Probably because he didn't reply to his messages and calls last night. In response to Zhou Zhen's gaze, Yan Qingluo just nodded to him very politely, indicating that he had no ill intentions and hoped that Zhou Zhen wouldn't think too much about it.

Zhou Zhen was probably a little frustrated. When he saw Yan Qingluo looking at him, he immediately turned his face to the side.

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