A Crazy Night Novel

Chapter 82 An Interview With Francis

Christina’s eyes widened in shock. “This is an interview with Francis?”

“That’s right. He’s my latest idol. Isn’t he handsome?” Bailey laughed gleefully. Truth be told, she had come all the way to Jadeborough just to see Francis.

Despite sensing that she had been taken for a ride, Christina realized it was too late to bail on Bailey and resigned herself to stay.

All of a sudden, screams broke out on set.

Out from a recording studio came a towering figure.

The man had shoulder-length silver hair with their ends dyed in blue; his long narrow eyes were gleaming like stars. With a slight curl of his lips, the indiscernible smile on his face would bewitch anyone who saw it.

As he gradually stepped into view, the screams intenslied with greater fervor.

While Christina felt as if her eardrums were going to burst, the excited Bailey tugged her with one hand and waved her placard hysterically with the other.

Chaos subsequently descended upon the scene. Despite the host’s best effort to calm the audience down, his pleas simply fell on deaf ears.

Finally, it was Francis who picked up the microphone to quieten the fans. “My dear cuties, if you continue to make so much noise, the host won’t be able to ask me any questions. Why don’t we lower our voices for the interview, and I’ll take a group photo with all of you at the end?”

Francis’ suggestion was extremely effective, for the group of obsessed female fans instantly kept mum.

That was the first time Christina felt the star power of a celebrity up close. Mere words were enough to silence a group of boisterous women.

Just as Francis returned the microphone to the host, the simple gesture was so mesmerizing that everyone found it difficult to peel their eyes away.

After starting by exchanging pleasantries, the host dived straight into the interview. “Francis, am I right that you wrote the theme song for the web drama-The Domineering Prince?”

“That’s correct. I also handpicked the script. I was so inspired by it that I ended up writing the theme song.” Francis answered.

in a while, how does playing a prince in a period drama feel like? Is there anything interesting you can share

my first time acting in a period drama-” Midway through his sentence, he was interrupted by a

everyone, the buttons on his shirt had fallen onto

it exposed his muscular chest to the female fans below the

everyone present was seduced by the

I never knew Francis had such a good

has made

how it feels like running my hands over

losing control of the situation, the production crew dropped the curtains and came forward to calm the audience

“Does anyone have a needle and thread?”

there was no other

do.” Christina retrieved the sewing kit she always carried on

pulled Christina abruptly. Before she could react, she was already led behind the curtain where the production assistant urged, “Quick,

her direction, he was greeted by the sight of a young girl with adorable braids. She was wearing the blinking hair clips that were used to

Christina blushed when her gaze met Francis’ gleaming obsidian

on the table and remarked softly, “Here’s the sewing kit. Please return it to me once you’re done.”

down by embarrassment, she turned around in an

look flashed across his eyes. He then called out at Christina’s silhouette, “I want you

planned to pay no need to his request. After all, she wasn’t the one who lost a button, and sewing wasn’t her favorite

off work on time if there are any delays. Also, just look at

a little. It’s true that I can’t leave if the show doesn’t end. Besides, Bailey

relented in the

to look at Francis, the smug look on his face for getting his way

walked up to him and stopped at arm’s length. She calmly picked up the thread before threading

on Francis’ body. He actually smelled more fragrant than a woman

across his chest, his pose made him look like the perfect statue, exuding an imposing aura

to avert her eyes from his. After pinching his collar with her fingertips,

blushing nervously. He couldn’t deny how adorable she looked