Xylia didn’t have classes for the past few days, so she contacted Bella Green and came to the film set.

Bella Green asked Leo Foster to go down the hill to pick her up.

When Xylia arrived, Bella Green had just finished filming her scenes.

Seeing Bella Green dressed in her ancient costume, with her white dress fluttering, Xylia’s eyes lit up instantly.

She walked a few steps forward, looking her up and down, eyes full of admiration.

"You’re really beautiful, Bella, just like a fairy."

The girl’s sincere praise made Bella Green smile.

"If you wear it, you’d look even more like a fairy." She blinked playfully.

Xylia’s cheeks reddened at the words, then she also smiled without speaking.

She didn’t have the chance to wear such clothes; she wasn’t an actress.

However, if Xylia were to wear this dress, she would undoubtedly look more like a graceful and ethereal fairy.

Xylia has a graceful, clean, and clear disposition, a typical good-girl type.

But she’s extremely beautiful, just that she seldom dresses up.

Bella Green stared at Xylia’s pure and pretty face, touched her chin, and squinted slightly.

"You have such good conditions; if you enter the entertainment industry, you’ll definitely become popular."

Suddenly hearing this, Xylia froze, her eyelash fringes fluttering, eyes carrying a tinge of bewilderment and daze.

"How could that be."

"Why not? Your looks are very sought after in the entertainment industry." Bella Green said earnestly.

Xylia laughed at these words, shaking her head: "I can’t. In front of the camera, I act silly."

Although she envied Bella Green, she had never thought about becoming an actress.

She knows very well whether she’s cut out for it.

Bella Green chuckled and didn’t say anything more; she was just being impulsive for a moment.

"Let’s go. There are a few restaurants on the mountain, and the food is pretty good. Wait for me to remove my makeup."

Xylia nodded, standing still to wait for her.

After Bella Green left, Xylia curiously looked around, but didn’t wander off.

"Make way, make way, make way!"

A hurried voice echoed behind her, and Xylia turned to see several men carrying a large machine walking towards her.

She was startled and quickly stepped aside.

But not everywhere in the mountains has easy-to-walk paths.

Just like where she was standing, there was a mud pit right behind.

Xylia panicked, seeing she was about to jump into the pit.

Suddenly, her waist tightened, and she was lifted up and swiftly turned around, landing on the other side.

At the same time, she was half-leaning against a broad chest.

The intense male scent startled Xylia, and she quickly backed out from the person’s embrace.

She looked up, just about to thank him, but when she saw his face, she froze.

Several emotions flashed rapidly in her eyes.

Daze, shock, regret, resistance...

Watching the girl’s big eyes darting through those emotions one after another, Louis Lawrence’s brow lifted, his smile deepening.

"What, not planning to say thank you?"

Upon hearing this, Xylia’s cheeks reddened, and she bit her lip, averting her gaze, murmuring a quick thank you.

Louis Lawrence chuckled lightly, slightly leaning close to her.

"What did you say?"

The voice was so close to her ear that it startled Xylia, and when she looked up, she saw the man’s magnified handsome face.

Xylia reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, instinctively jumping back.

But she forgot there was no path behind her.

The feeling of stepping into empty air made her cry out.

Xylia nearly cried; with this fall, even if she didn’t sprain her foot, she would roll around in the mud.