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I march straight over.
At once multiple cameras were swung at me,hungry for drama.
Actress catfight?
Show’s bound to go viral!
Comments buzz:
[True colors showing,huh?Thought she’d fake it longer.]
[Back to sucking up Ethan.Can’t she see he hates her?]
Ethan and Lily have a collab history,fans ship them like crazy.
I charge in.
Ethan stands up,his brows furrowed.
Lily pales,teary-eyed.
This scene alone could spark an online roast.
Oh!That apple—so big,so round!
Red and juicy,looks sweet!
A hand’s holding a knife,peeling it.
That hand looks...tasty too.
I’m fixated,heading for that hand—er,that apple.
Ignoring all obstacles.
I launch into praise mode.
“Wow,you’re amazing at peeling!No breaks!”
“This apple smells divine—you know what you’re doing!”
“If I ate this,even it’s poisoned,I’d be thrilled!”
“Can I try your hand—uh,the apple in your hand?”
Close call,almost spilled my thoughts.
Ethan’s stunned.
Lily’s stunned.
Viewers are stunned.
The cameramans are most lost.
I’m hyping their head director,never on-screen.
Zoom in or not?
Viewers see me gushing over a pair of hands.
Female fans join in:
[Pearl,girl,you’re saying what I’m thinking!]
[Hey,manners!Line up!]
[First time I’d use “handsome” to describe a pair of hands!Count me in.]
[So Pearl saw the apple behind them?Y’all who said she was sucking up owe an apology.]
[Am I crazy,or is Pearl different?She used to cling to Ethan,but today,she just threw him glances like he’s a stranger.]
I stare at the guy.
So handsome.
Peck-worthy!
“Wipe your drool.”
A masculine,amused voice tingles my ears.
I obediently wipe my mouth.
Those gorgeous hands slice the apple,handing me half: “Here.”
I thank him,split it,give half to Ryan,and munch in a corner.
Pearl’s body,built for diets,has a tiny stomach.I’m stuffed already,unlike pelican me,who’d start with at least three fish.
Day two’s set in a small Oregon town,ten miles from our base.
The directors decide to draw straws for transport:car,motorcycle,bike,donkey cart,tricycle.
Seeing my draw,I grin ear to ear.
Tricycle!
But when staff park it and walk away,I’m dumbfounded.
I’m human now,but riding a tricycle?That’s an unlearned skill.
Pearl’s memories don’t include tricycles either!
I call System.
It’s been slacking since I got here,often offline.
Guess I’m on my own.
I scan,spotting the heiress who’s got the bike Chloe Bennett.
Miss Moneybags gets chauffeured for even a hundred yards.Biking ten miles?Her legs quake at the thought.
Chloe’s sulking roadside,rolling her eyes at me,turning away.
I follow her as she turns
After a few rounds,she bolts up,snarling, “What!”
Wow,she’s gorgeous when mad.
I’m tempted to peck!
