"What sneaky business have you been up to, looking so worn out? What's up with those people chasing you?"
Sheng Sheng smiled and leaned close to her face. As he spoke, his breath landed on Maimai's face — his heart was racing, but Maimai didn't react at all, not minding the close distance.
"My agent, ugh, so annoying. They scheduled so much work for me and won't let me sleep, totally torturing me." Ling Maimai grumbled on, portraying herself as the most pitiful person in the world. Then she looked at Sheng Sheng, who was inches away, and blinked her eyebrows, "Brother Zun, your heart's racing so fast. Are you about to have a heart attack?"
Sheng Sheng looked intrigued, "Are you an entertainer?"
Such a tiny artist? A small star?
