Song Xi's heart skipped a beat.
It was over.
After a day of anxious fear, it had finally come.
Her fingers trembled as she hesitated to click on Weibo.
Ge Baitao, on the other end, was full of enthusiasm: "This is amazing! It seems everyone's aesthetic is the same! Your fan count is probably going to reach a hundred thousand this time!"
"???"
Song Xi thought she was still dreaming. She hurriedly opened Weibo and found a trending topic: "Most Beautiful Ancient Style Actress."
A marketing account with a million followers listed the ancient style appearances of actresses this year, with Song Xi ranking fifth.
It was the same viral photo of her hanging from a wire.
Amidst comments flooded with fan support.
A comment, "Does anyone else think the fifth sister has Mo Yin's aura?" broke through the crowd and ranked second in the hot comments.
Clicking on it, she saw:
"Holy crap, I didn't realize it until you said it, but now I totally get it!"
"An outwardly naive and delicate rich young lady, but secretly a heroic and chivalrous Jianghu martial artist who upholds justice and repays favors!!"
"Damn! The 'playing dumb to hide her strength' martial artist Mo Yin versus the 'master strategist' great demon, Nan Xiao Wei! They're my favorite CP this year! Hands down!"
"Ahhhh I won't allow anyone to not have read 'Jing Pian Ling' yet!! My treasure novel, the best of the year!"
"I heard they sold the film and television rights, and this actress is perfect for it! My dream..."
Anna's heart lit up, and she happily followed him.
The two entered the study.
Lou Yuming slammed the door shut with a *bang*.
Seeing his action, Anna's anticipation mingled with a hint of excitement, but she still maintained a demure demeanor, saying, "Yuming, Grandma and the others are here, this isn't appropriate."
His tall figure advanced step by step, exuding an imposing pressure.
Anna's palms began to sweat nervously.
She had waited for this moment for a long time.
When the man was still ten centimeters away, Anna closed her eyes in happiness and proactively tilted her head up to offer her kiss.
But the imagined scene never materialized.
Anna opened her eyes and found the man already sitting on the sofa, his expression indifferent.
It was a bit awkward.
Anna gave a sheepish smile.
"Yuming, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, he suddenly tossed a black memory card at her, his voice as cold as if it had come from an ice cellar.
"Did I not tell you to know when to stop?"