His warm breath is scattered in Nora Smith's cochlea, itching.

Nora Smith blushed. "What are you talking about? Julian Spencer and I were just filming."

"You can't film!" Asher Hawn spoke in an overbearing tone.

At the thought of Nora Smith and Julian Spencer making out in the play just now, Asher Hawn's eyes churned with anger.

As soon as he bowed his head, Asher Hawn kissed Nora Smith's attractive cherry blossom mouth.

"Woo..." Nora Smith's words, all were blocked back.

Her head is kissed a little down at the moment.

What's wrong with this man?

This is on the set!

So many people come and go...

God!

Julian Spencer...