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The second kissing scene wrapped up at 10 p.m.
After carefully reviewing it a few times, the director finally nodded. “Good, this take is approved.”
Yan Man sat on the table, her cheongsam slightly torn from the intensity of their earlier movements, revealing a stretch of smooth, pale leg.
Her hairstyle was somewhat disheveled, and a faint mist of water shimmered in her eyes.
Under the starry night sky, moonlight streamed through the window.
Leaning against the wall, her breath still uneven, she sighed with a hint of regret. “Ah, that’s it? We’re done already?”
Ye Lin: “...”
She had assumed they’d need at least ten takes.
Yan Man shrugged and glanced over.
Perhaps as a precaution, Ye Lin held a wet wipe, wiping away the lipstick stains from his lips.
Yan Man observed him for a moment, idly commenting, “Your lip shape is quite nice.”
Bi Tan smirked mischievously. “Well, you’ve already kissed him—saying that now feels a bit distant, doesn’t it?”
Yan Man nodded, thinking his agent was quite tactful.
Once Ye Lin finished wiping, she leaned forward, tilting her head up.
“Help me clean up too.”
The man stared down at her for a few seconds, realizing she wanted him to do it for her.
“You don’t have hands?”
She waved her arms around, feigning helplessness, and winked with her right eye. “I sacrificed them for love.”
“...”
After everyone packed up, they prepared to return to their respective hotels.
At the crossroads, Ye Lin suddenly felt something slide into his palm.
Opening his hand, he found a mint.
Yan Man: “Eat a mint before the next kissing scene—it’ll improve my experience.”
With that, this little princess seemed quite content, not bothering to look at his expression, and casually turned to leave.
Back in the car, Bi Tan was still pondering her words.
Bi Tan scratched his chin. “What did she mean by that? It’s like she’s looking for... ahem.”
The man tossed the mint onto the table, his voice cool. “Do you always have to talk so much?”
Bi Tan: “...”
No, I just thought... well, it felt like you were being... well, used.
A brief silence filled the RV. Ye Lin picked up a bottle of mouthwash from the side.
It was from a national mouthwash brand that wanted him as their spokesperson. He was still considering it, planning to use it for a month before deciding whether to sign.
Bi Tan had always admired this about him.
Regardless of his position or fame, Ye Lin only endorsed products he personally approved of, and the same went for the roles he accepted.
This industry was chaotic, and losing oneself was common. Yet, he remained clear-headed and rational, never swayed by even the greatest temptations—a truly admirable trait.
Ye Lin didn’t know what his agent was thinking. After rinsing his mouth a couple of times, he suddenly felt a sharp pain somewhere.
He hadn’t experienced this before—it felt like a new wound.
The man stood up, walked to the sink, spat out the water, and looked into the mirror.
His lower lip was slightly swollen, with a patch of skin redder than the rest, vivid under the light.
Touching it with his tongue, the sensation was intense.
This was...
Bitten by her.
Unaware of her “handiwork,” Yan Man immediately opened the camera memory upon returning to the hotel.
Zhou Xuan had filmed many videos. Yan Man skimmed through them and then clicked on the first kissing scene, wondering if there was an issue that had displeased the director.
But after watching it for a while, she couldn’t find anything wrong. Every beat felt normal.
Deciding it wasn’t important, she moved on.
While scrolling the mouse, she shared with Zhou Xuan, “I thought about it the other day. The intense reactions in the comments on that previous video were expected.”
“I’ve studied some other highly-liked videos recently and discovered a few tricks. Once I make a proper video, the tide will gradually turn.”
Zhou Xuan sipped her water. “When are you going to do it?”
“In the next couple of days, once I gather more footage.” Yan Man said, “The color tone in the previous one was also off—the images weren’t filtered consistently. This time, I’ll definitely make it feel like everything belongs in the same world.”
Zhou Xuan clicked her tongue. “So you’re going to become your own CP stan leader?”
“This is just about steering things back in the right direction.” Yan Man insisted, wanting to prove herself. “Why should other CPs get comments like ‘gorgeous couple goals’ while mine gets dismissed? I won’t accept that—I’m不服气 (unconvinced).”
Zhou Xuan tried to reason with her. “CP chemistry is quite mysterious.”
Yan Man: “Ye Lin and I are the most compatible couple in the world, okay?”
“...”
As if to prove her point, Yan Man opened the editing app and noticed she had gained 26 new followers.
She had never been so excited over 26 followers.
“See! There are definitely people who ship us!”
“I told you—even Lin Daiyu and Voldemort have shippers. How could Ye Lin and I not?” Yan Man was brimming with confidence. “I can’t let them down. Just watch—I’ll edit a stunning video.”
That night, Yan Man worked on color grading and photo editing until midnight, even learning how to blend images.
After finishing, she didn’t neglect her primary responsibility. She memorized her lines in advance and reviewed the original script for tomorrow’s scenes before finally heading to bed.
Sleeping at 2 a.m. and waking at 6 a.m. was a standard actor’s routine.
Yan Man hadn’t fully adjusted yet, almost completing her morning routine with her eyes closed before stepping out of her room.
Ye Lin happened to live across from her, and coincidentally, he was just leaving as well.
They would change into their costumes at the set, so he was wearing his casual clothes today.
A simple black shirt, basic in design, but his model-like figure gave it a touch of sophistication. Two loose strings hung casually from the collar, draped over his chest.
It made one want to tie them and then untie them again.
Yan Man coughed softly, joining him in the elevator.
The air carried a faint scent of white tea. Yan Man suddenly spoke, “I was very sleepy just now.”
She paused mid-sentence, clearly waiting for something.
Only when Ye Lin met her gaze in the reflection of the elevator door—
did she slowly continue, “But seeing you, I suddenly felt energized.”
“...”
After exiting the elevator, she clung to him, insisting on sitting next to him during breakfast.
After ordering, Ye Lin sat at the table, closing his eyes to rest.
There was something peculiar about his aura. Even amidst the bustling morning crowd, with steam rising behind him, he resembled a detached immortal.
But she was determined to pull this god off his pedestal.
Yan Man rested her chin on her hand, watching as a bowl of wonton soup was placed in front of him.
Without missing a beat, she said, “You like wontons? I’m great at making them—I’ll cook some for you someday.”
Beside her, Zhou Xuan fell silent for two seconds. “...Have you ever stepped foot in a kitchen?”
“...”
Yan Man: “I know how to turn on the stove. I can buy frozen dumplings and boil them for him.”
Ye Lin: ...
After a moment’s thought, she corrected herself. “My grandmother is an excellent cook. Come to our house during the New Year, and I’ll have her make some for you.”
“No need,” Ye Lin replied. “I’m not interested in your family.”
She wasn’t upset, continuing to smile brightly. “Then are you interested in me?”
“...”
Breakfast was lively, and Yan Man arrived at the set with a lingering smile on her face.
A crew member passed by. “Manman, what’s making you so happy?”
She opened her script, smiling. “I’m filming with Teacher Ye today—I’m in a good mood.”
Everyone knew about her pursuit of Ye Lin, so the crew member didn’t press further, raising an eyebrow before leaving.
After finishing her makeup and hair, Yan Man settled into a sofa to memorize her lines.
Zhou Xuan asked her, “Are you shooting a seduction scene today?”
“Mm.”
“How does it feel?”
“What do you mean?” She leaned back. “Being able to receive my affection is a blessing he earned in a past life.”
About ten minutes later, Yan Man stood up and turned around, wanting to check when the set would be ready.
Only then did she notice Ye Lin sitting on the sofa behind her, back-to-back.
Yan Man narrowed her eyes, feeling a bit dazed. “What’s the next scene about again?”
She meant to ask Zhou Xuan, but Zhou Xuan didn’t hear her. Instead, a voice slowly sounded in front of her.
Ye Lin: “Filming my blessings.”
At first glance, his tone seemed normal, but upon closer inspection, it carried a trace of coldness, mockery, and nonchalance.
The missing piece? He hadn’t even looked up.
Yan Man took a few seconds to process, a bit stunned. “Wow, Ye Lin, when did you learn sarcasm?”
“Not calling me Teacher Ye anymore?”
She smiled briefly, quickly leaning over the sofa.
Like a fox momentarily revealing its tail before swiftly retracting it.
“I didn’t expect Teacher Ye to care so much about me—to eavesdrop on my conversations.”
“I wasn’t eavesdropping,” he said indifferently. “Your voice was loud.”
“Ah,” she took it as a compliment. “Does that mean my lines were good?”
...
As they conversed, filming began.
This was another highly suggestive scene.
The heroine had just finished bathing at home when she coincidentally ran into the male lead returning.
Of course, she didn’t actually bathe—they simulated it by sprinkling water droplets and tousling her hair. Then, they waited for the director’s signal.
“Action!”
Under the spotlight, she leaned forward, unlocking the bathroom door.
Steam swirled around her. She wore a silver slip nightgown that shimmered subtly under the warm light, like a sprawling galaxy, glowing faintly and delicately.
Water droplets clung to her shoulders, her bangs dampened. A bead of water rolled down her fair shoulder, pooling at her collarbone. Her lips were rosy, her eyelashes long.
The atmosphere instantly peaked, captivating even the cameraman.
She looked up, locking eyes with the man.
He stared for a few seconds before averting his gaze. Just as he was about to leave, she said, “Since you’re back, the zipper at the back won’t close. Help me with it.”
They were the only two in the house; refusing would seem unreasonable.
So the man turned back. Without saying yes or no, he firmly spun her around. Immediately, a vast expanse of porcelain skin came into view, almost blinding.
He steadied himself, frowning as he pulled up the zipper. Glancing unintentionally at a bruise, he asked, “How did you get that?”
“My back hurt earlier. I pressed something against it and accidentally bruised it.”
He didn’t respond.
She probed, “Could you... massage it for me?”
Still no answer.
She added, “Maybe it’s from helping your mother move things the other day—I think I hurt my back.”
The man stood by the bed, his voice low. “Lie down.”
Obediently, she moved over. He set aside his hat and gloves, kneeling beside her and pressing his hands to her waist.
The mattress was extremely soft, sinking slightly under their weight. Her body sank with it, occasionally letting out faint moans. The edge of the bedsheet fluttered, creating an alluring arc.
Unconsciously gripping the sheet, she murmured, “...Go easy.”
His voice was hoarse, deliberately restrained. “I can’t go easy.”
Though it was just a massage, it left everyone flushed. Even the makeup artist couldn’t resist pinching her thigh, covering her mouth to stifle a scream.
Too intense. The tension was overwhelming.
A young crew member covered her face. “I can’t handle this—it’s so embarrassing...”
It wasn’t just her. When the scene ended, the set fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into discussion.
“Holy crap, my adrenaline is skyrocketing.”
“I can already imagine the online comments during streaming—it’s insane.”
“This is definitely going to be the box office champion. The level of accuracy is unreal!”
“Damn, Manman’s figure is amazing. I volunteer to be Teacher Ye’s hands.”
“Teacher Ye’s hands are too sensual, especially when they’re a bit wet. I volunteer to be Manman’s waist.”
“I’m already looking forward to the next scenes.”
...
Even Bi Tan approached curiously, raising an eyebrow suggestively at Ye Lin. “So, how’s it going? Still holding up?”
The man furrowed his brow, seemingly unfazed.
“What’s there to hold up against?”
Yan Man: “...”
Holding up, huh? So you think you can handle it?
We’ll see about that.
She flipped through the script, checking tomorrow’s scenes.
Highlighted in orange fluorescent marker was a line—
[She wraps herself in a blanket, nestling into the man’s arms.]
Great. Bed scene.
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