Shen Dang cocked his head and glanced toward Qiao Xi's room.
Should he go and call Teacher Qiao?
Before he could decide, Qiao Xi came out.
She was draped in a shawl, with all of her hair down, looking very soft and exuding a fairylike coolness.
Qiao Xi sat down on the other side of the sofa, "What movie do you want to watch?"
Shen Dang was sitting with his legs propped up, nonchalantly saying, "How about we watch a movie you starred in, the one that was just released not long ago? There should be resources online now, right?"
Qiao Xi: "..."
Watching my own movie with my ex-husband, what's going on?
Isn't that just awkwardly embarrassing for me?
Qiao Xi refused, "Let's change to another one."
Her fingers sliding on the tablet, she spoke in a tone neither salty nor bland as she kept her head down.
Shen Dang rested his hand on the sofa's armrest, propping his chin, his expression indifferent: "A movie you starred in before is fine too."
