Translator: Aytise

　　Proofreader/editor: Piper

The Film King’s Hidden Marriage (9)

　　He immediately chased after Bai Weiwei with a threatening gaze and vowed to strangle her to death.

　　As soon as he pushed open the door to Bai Weiwei’s room, he found her nervously applying makeup in a fl.u.s.tered and hurried manner.

　　Her foundation was too liquidy, the pre-makeup cream was all over the place, the eyebrow pencil line was crooked. At any rate, all the steps were messed up.

　　The more fl.u.s.tered she was, the worse her face became.

　　What the h.e.l.l was she doing?

　　He Poan was still angry that she kicked him for no reason and coldly asked her, “Bai Weiwei, what are you doing?”

　　When Bai Weiwei heard his voice, she was so startled her hands shook and the lipstick she was applying strayed from her lips to her cheek, drawing a thick red line across her face.

　　She looked at He Poan with a cold and overbearing expression and calmly stated, “You’re back.”

　　That was the att.i.tude of the Bai Weiwei he was accustomed to.

　　Cold, arrogant, and extremely annoying.

　　However, today’s Bai Weiwei… He Poan looked at her messy makeup and he couldn’t resist lifting the corner of his mouth at the contrast of her miserable appearance and aloof att.i.tude.

　　While giving her sorry figure a second glance, he noticed that her fingers were shaking distinctly, as if she was extremely nervous and afraid.

　　Has Bai Weiwei always been this nervous while facing him?

　　She definitely usually acted this icily arrogant, which precisely made him loathe her to no ends.

　　Suddenly, the look in Bai Weiwei’s eyes changed. She glanced at his body and her face instantly turned bright red. She lowered her gaze and her fists clenched tighter.

　　He Poan noticed that he was feeling slightly cold and looked down at himself to see his naked body. He soundlessly walked to pull the quilt on Bai Weiwei’s bed and wrapped it around him.