Chapter 65 Who Do You Think I Am

Putting her hand on my shoulder, Xenia Tang said, "Let's drop this topic. I'm not interested in learning
anyway. Why don't you act your role and let me know how to act it? I haven't seen anything about it
yet."

I blushed a little. "I don't know how to act either."

"If you can't act in front of me, how can I do it in front of so many people? Come on? Don't be shy.
Think of me as air. I'll see if you pass or fail. I told you, I had a star dream when I was very young, but
later I was not good-looking and don't have that kind of face. Therefore, I broke this dream myself. "

I looked at Xenia. Even though I couldn't see her inside because of her heavy makeup, I still think she
is pretty.

"As long as girls don't dress up as clowns or ghosts, few girls don't look good in makeup."

Xenia took me to the spacious living room and threw the screenplay aside. The screenplay was not
written in several words and looked very simple.

"Come on, I will act the man. And this room is the showroom. "

I hide my cowardice. Very few people are willing to help me with the filming. What's more, I didn't want
to be scolded again for tomorrow's work. I took a deep breath and got in position.

This time, I didn't make too many lines. Most of them depended on my eyes and expressions. In
addition, I've added my understanding and attachment to my family into the list.

At the last step, Xenia also put her hands around my waist.

During this period, we two often imitated the eye contacts between couples. Although Xenia was a girl,
she was good at performing when she expressed her emotions. She didn't make people feel



uncomfortable, and let me in easily.

"Well, not bad. You said it was your first time, but I see it much better than many people."

"But I think you do better than me. You can cooperate with me to keep a good mood."

Xenia replied, "of course. Do you know what I love the most? That was to watch TV dramas. I haven't
done it, but I've seen a lot of it. You will understand me as long as you read more. "

"What do you think I am not good enough? Do you think it necessary to be stronger?"

Xenia cupped her chin and thought for a while. "If I have to say. It is because your eyes are not warm
enough when you look at your lover. Have you ever been passionately in love?"

I shook my head, "No."

"No wonder. I think it's good to see your partner and the house with the same look as a passionate
lover. Joy and satisfaction. You can't help look at them. You can't get rid of it. Anyway, that's what I
want to say."

Xenia clapped her hands and said, "Come on, try it again. Look at me, Think of me as an attractive
handsome man in your eyes."

Closing my eyes and thinking for a few seconds, I imagined Xenia in front of me as Rogelio.

Today, all the actions and smiles of Rogelio were shown in front of my eyes.

"Yes, that's it. Hey, don't look at me any more. I'm scared to death by your stare."

Xenia jumped out of my sight, took a bite of an apple from the refrigerator and asked curiously, "Hey,
who were you thinking about just now? Who do you think I am? "



I turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking. "No one thought. I was just sorting
out my emotions."

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. Anyway, I don't know who you want to tell me. Just tell me, it's not
June. I think that I really don't fit to be your boyfriend."

"How can I imagine him? We have only met him a few times."

"But then again, I want you to imagine that, then you actually become a sentimental woman. You can
control your emotions just by imagining it. From what I see, you are very talented and possibly a good
actor. The most important thing for actors was that they should be able to freely lead them to their
roles. Anyway, I want you to be a powerful sect in the future, not an idol sect. "

I smiled with self mockery. "I have never thought that it would be so far away, nor dare I wish too much.
I just want to make money to support myself. I will be satisfied as long as no one owes me anything."

Seeing that I was cooking, Xenia began to put the bowls and chopsticks on the table. "Why should I
make money to support myself? Find a rich husband and let him support you. Otherwise, men in this
world are really useless except to carry on the family tradition."

I didn't agree with what Xenia said, but she is really different from me. She is outgoing, cheerful and I
like her personality a lot. She wasn't like me. Most of the time, I think I can't understand myself and
can't let things go.

I could feel that I want to change, but I was used to it for over twenty years, it was not easy to get rid of
it completely from my bones.

After we had dinner, Xenia cleaned up the table, and I washed the dishes.

"When will your friend help you send your luggage? It's getting late. "



"I'll call him to ask, but I don't know what he is doing. He should come."

Putting down the things in her hands, Xenia began to make a call.

But when she came back, she showed a long face and said, "What a fucking friend! That's really not
what a friend should do. Jasmine, please pack your stuff. My friend has something urgent to do, so he
can't send it to me. I'll go and fetch it myself."

I nodded, looking at Xenia walked to the door, and looked back at the dark sky "Do you need me to go
with you? Can you bring it alone? "

Xenia immediately turned around and giggled at me. "I would rather you be with me if you want. I'm a
bit afraid of darkness."

I couldn't help but smile when I saw her. I went back to my room, fetched a coat and followed her out.

Xenia hailed a taxi. Under her command, the car stopped in an old city only after turning around.

She led me up to the tube shaped apartment building that was old and shabby, and piled a lot of stuff.

To be honest, I didn't know that she used to live in such a small place. But as Spencer was rich, I
thought Xenia was a well-off lady too.

The light of every floor was dim, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

We didn't stop until we reached the fifth floor.

She walked to an old door plank, but she didn't stand or open the door.

I couldn't help but ask Xenia, "Didn't you bring the key with you?"



Hearing this, Xenia seemed to have some response and said, "Yes, I have."

However, she didn't take out the key to open the door. Instead, she knocked at the door gently.

There was no sound in the room. Instead, Xenia breathed a sigh of relief and took out the key from her
pocket.

When she just insert the key into the lock, the old wooden door was pushed open from inside.


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