Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

The man's pair of peach blossom eyes were already charming even at ordinary times, and his deep lines, natural red lips, and slightly upturned lip corners made him look quite unruly and wild.

This face looked very lethal from a distance, but now it was right in front of her. Liu Xiaoxiao felt like she was having trouble breathing and her heart was beating like a deer.

When he saw Lu Ye frowning, his already accelerated heartbeat almost stopped.

It’s over, it’s over. The script will definitely have to be changed again.

Liu Xiaoxiao was thinking crazily in her heart:

Although you are handsome, the screenwriter's life is also a life!

Don't exploit people like this!

996 is not as good as mine T^T

Sure enough, just when she was thinking this, Lu Ye spoke.

"The kissing scene at the end was deleted."

Liu Xiaoxiao's heart was hanging in the air.

"Okay, Mr. Lu, do you have any other requests?"

The screenwriter looks well-behaved, polite, sensible, gentle, submissive and considerate.

Almost all the good virtues of human beings can be found on that ordinary round face with a little baby fat.

Not only that, there was a gleam in the screenwriter's eyes at this time, the kind that would make Ultraman's light of righteousness retreat in fear.

Director Chen's back teeth hurt from watching this.

No, Teacher Liu, this was not your attitude when I asked you to change the script just now.

It turns out that women are creatures who only care about appearance.

Lu Ye's eyes lingered on the kissing scene he had just requested to be deleted. He looked a little conflicted. After a while, he spoke: "Don't delete it yet. Change it as I said."

The screenwriter's eyes lit up and she nodded like crazy: "Okay, Mr. Lu, as you order, Mr. Lu, I'll finish the revision immediately, Mr. Lu."

Director Chen felt like his back teeth were starting to feel sour.

Lu Ye and screenwriter Liu Xiaoxiao finished discussing the revisions and were about to leave when they heard another commotion at the door. The crew on set stopped their chaotic pace and held their breath, as if waiting for something.

Lu Ye frowned slightly, with an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

He subconsciously turned his head, and as soon as his eyes fell on the door, he stopped in his tracks.

A slender figure gracefully entered the set, shadows etched behind her. She wore a black velvet, one-shoulder dress. The hem seemed to sway with every step she took, the velvet shimmering faintly under the light, like ripples gently forming in a deep, dark lake. Her skin was remarkably fair, practically luminous in the dim studio lighting.

Everyone's eyes unconsciously focused on her, and the set was so quiet that the sound of the camera was deafening.

Lu Ye seemed to hear nothing, see nothing, everything in the world became blank, and only he and...

she was.

Just like that gloomy night when the sky was thick with fog and the darkness was as dark as ink, the 15-year-old boy huddled in a dark and deep alley, his clothes were tattered and torn, wounds were uglier and bursting on his skin, blood was oozing out, and he couldn't even call for help. He thought he would die like that, silently and unknown to anyone, just like his humble and unanticipated life.

Just as he was desperately preparing to face death, he saw a girl in a white dress walking towards him, holding out her hand...

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice gentle yet filled with unconcealed worry: "Are you okay?"

The two figures slowly overlapped in front of his eyes. Her beauty was even greater than before, and her voice had changed from that of a young girl to one that was more gentle and graceful like a woman.

"My name is Rosie, please give me your guidance."