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Ye Lin was silent above her.
Yan Man stretched out a hand and asked the director, “Director, can I try being on top?”
Director: “Sure, as long as you can get the shot, anything goes.”
Yan Man continued to push him: “Did you hear that? The director said it’s fine. Hurry up, let me get on top.”
“Are you sure?” Ye Lin’s voice was hoarse. “You’ll need to move while you’re up there.”
She shifted her back, attempting to turn over, but only then realized the man’s strength—she couldn’t flip herself up at all.
“Oh, I’m sure,” she said, feeling uncomfortable with the rocks digging into her back. Urging him on, she added, “Hurry, hurry.”
Her voice softened slightly, the last few words carrying a hint of a nasal tone, like a hook. He sighed deeply, and when she exerted herself again, he gave her a bit of assistance—
Yan Man successfully positioned herself on top.
Though she had agreed readily, when it came time to actually start, she panicked.
Yan Man: “How do I move?”
Ye Lin: “...”
She urged him again: “Guide me a little!”
“...”
After a moment of silence, the man offered some direction.
“Start here,” he pointed to the corner of his lips, sliding down to his jawline, “and kiss here.”
Yan Man watched for a moment, thinking it seemed simple enough. But when she tried, she couldn’t help blushing furiously, breaking into laughter after barely kissing his jawline.
This was so embarrassing…
She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head against his shoulder, her back trembling lightly. Her warm breath brushed against his skin in waves.
Ye Lin’s deep voice was low and steady: “I’ll take over.”
“No, you stay down there,” she scrunched up her face. “You lie on the rocks!”
“...”
Finally, after several attempts, her desire to avoid the stones overcame her embarrassment. She moved her lips and completed 90% of the scene.
But just as she reached the final 10%, she couldn’t help laughing again. However, the man seemed to anticipate this—
Just as her lips touched his lower lip, he suddenly turned and pressed her against the stone wall.
The heat from his lips smoothly transferred into her breath.
The scene was finally done, and Yan Man let out a sigh of relief. They had been filming all morning, and her back ached.
Ye Lin walked straight into the RV.
An hour later, Bi Tan kept glancing at his watch and knocked on the bathroom door inside the RV.
“You’ve been in there for an hour! Are you putting on a show in there?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lin emerged, his damp lashes drooping. Steam swirled around him, mixing with the scent of his body wash, filling the entire RV.
He hadn’t dried his hair, and water dripped from the ends, wetting his collar and neck, giving off an air of casual desire.
After casually drying himself, Ye Lin tossed the towel aside.
“Are we starting to film?”
“Not yet, but they’re getting ready outside. Should we go check?”
Ye Lin stepped out of the RV and found Yan Man exiting her car as well.
She must have just woken up from a nap, draped in a red strawberry-patterned blanket, hands tucked in, sitting to the side with a clearly vacant expression, not fully awake yet.
A nearby female crew member teased, “Why is Manman sleeping again?”
“I’m so tired,” Yan Man said. “That last scene really exhausted me.”
The crew member looked astonished and joked, “If you’re this tired after a fake scene, what will you do when you have real intimacy?”
“...”
Yan Man yawned and thoughtfully replied, “You might be right.”
Hearing his footsteps, Yan Man turned to accuse him: “Look at him, he’s not tired at all. I did all the work, and he even took a relaxing shower.”
Ye Lin was silent for a moment before saying, “I told you I’d handle it.”
Just then, the director called for action. Yan Man stood up and threw the blanket aside: “The rocks hurt too much this time. Let’s try next time.”
After she walked away, Bi Tan seemed to realize something and exclaimed, “There’s a next time?”
As if annoyed by his chatter, Ye Lin casually threw his jacket over Bi Tan’s head. When Bi Tan pulled it off, he could only see their retreating figures and Simon’s half-dead frown.
Simon: “Will you die if you don’t talk?”
Bi Tan: “...”
The afternoon shoot was another emotional crying scene following a reunion.
They filmed it twice from two different angles before the director called cut.
Yan Man took a tissue to wipe her face and went to check the monitor.
The director was discussing with Ye Lin: “Do you think a medium shot or a wide shot would be better here... I think both have their advantages.”
Ye Lin lowered his eyes: “A medium shot would work to avoid dispersing emotions and focus. Occasionally switch to a wide shot to emphasize the atmosphere.”
Their discussion was quite professional, and Yan Man listened attentively.
Suddenly, the director turned to her: “Xiaoman, what do you think?”
“It’s fine either way; let’s follow Teacher Ye’s suggestion,” Yan Man said. “For the wide shot, I can film it again. In the previous one, my tears were hardly visible. I’ll cry harder this time.”
Her words made the director and the crew laugh.
“Alright, alright, go ahead and cry harder.”
“All departments prepare — we’re about to start shooting!”
...
Filming ended at eight in the evening that day. Yan Man returned to the car and listened to Simon talk about recent work.
“The drama has aired, and the number of endorsement deals has doubled. We’re currently negotiating a skincare product deal. Other brand activities are temporarily postponed since you want to focus on filming.”
Yan Man was sipping water, nodding as she bit the straw.
Simon: “What about tomorrow’s live stream? It’s for your anthology series with Bian He, The Last Voice , which is about to premiere. The production team wants to promote it, so they’re planning a joint live stream with the main actors.”
Yan Man asked: “How long will it take?”
“Not long, maybe ten to thirty minutes. You can stream it on set and continue filming afterward.”
“That’s fine. What time?”
“During lunch break.”
...
The next morning, after finishing the scenes, Yan Man changed back into her clothes, had lunch, and began setting up her phone stand.
Ye Lin sat nearby, watching her busy herself for quite a while with the front camera on. He couldn’t help asking, “What are you doing?”
“Work,” she said. “I have a live stream coming up.”
The man nodded and continued reading the script. Three minutes later, however, a male voice came from the other side of the screen.
“Teacher Manman, long time no see —”
Ye Lin quickly raised his head.
Yan Man greeted Bian He on the other side, “Long time no see. Did you cut your hair?”
Bian He touched his bangs, surprised that she noticed, and nodded shyly, “Yes, for the new drama.”
The host laughed from the third screen: “Manman’s observational skills are truly remarkable. In our The Last Voice , she plays such an observant female lead. Xiao He, what do you think is the most fitting aspect between Manman and this character?”
Bian He thought for a moment, then slowly smiled without realizing it: “The thing that makes Manman most similar to her character is probably her laugh—it’s incredibly healing. She’s always full of energy and very optimistic.”
Hearing this, Ye Lin slowly furrowed his brows.
Didn’t he just call her “Teacher Manman”? Now he’s calling her “Manman”?
Who gave him permission?
After Bian He answered, the topic quickly shifted to Yan Man.
Host: “So, what’s Manman’s impression of Xiao He?”
Yan Man followed the host’s phrasing: “My first impression was that he was a very shy guy, but after working with him, I realized he has great insights into acting. Plus, he’s athletic and quite cute.”
Ye Lin’s brows furrowed even deeper.
Cute?
Perhaps due to some oversight by the crew, a basketball rolled over to his feet.
Ye Lin looked up, and the staff member quickly said, “Sorry, Teacher, I’ll take it away immediately…”
“No need,” the man said. “We’re about to film, so I’ll use this time to get familiar with it.”
With that, he picked up the basketball and stood up.
Soon, viewers in the live stream seemed to hear a familiar voice…
[Hmm? It sounds like someone’s talking in the background on Manman’s side?]
[Isn’t she supposed to be on the Cherry Smoothies set?! Just a guess, might not be right…]
[It’s correct! It’s Ye Lin! My hubby!]
The number of viewers in the live stream began skyrocketing. Yan Man, who wasn’t paying attention to the comments, was busy interacting with Bian He.
At this moment, the audience noticed… behind Yan Man…
A tall figure in white kept pacing back and forth, repeatedly entering the frame, holding a basketball and making frequent appearances.
The chat exploded with laughter: [Coconut Grove! What are you doing walking around in the background!]
[Random passerby here—does he usually exercise this much on set?]
[Thanks for asking, as a 24k pure 7-year fan, let me answer: Usually, after filming, he goes straight to his RV.]
[This abnormal behavior can only mean one thing…]
Soon, they moved on to discussing their most memorable scenes. As Yan Man chatted under the camera, viewers wearing headphones turned up the volume to the max, discovering something even more hilarious.
[Ye Lin is slamming the basketball in the background, I’m laughing so hard guys.]
[This jealousy is flooding the set.]
[Ye Lin: I’m not happy right now, extremely unhappy. Why do I have to watch my wife interact with another man in front of me?]
[Coconut Grove: Stop shipping them together! Who dares not ship Yan and Ye?!]
Ye Lin’s voice wasn’t particularly loud, but halfway through the live stream, when Yan Man took a sip of water, she finally heard the sound and couldn’t help but turn around.
As if sensing her gaze, the man started hitting the ball even louder.
Yan Man: “Can you keep it down a bit?”
The chat continued mocking Ye Lin’s internal monologue: [Waaah, you’re scolding me? Are you yelling at me because of that man?]
[Post more, tomorrow Ye Lin will drag you all to jail.]
[Hahahahahaha or!]
Amidst the lively atmosphere, the live stream came to a smooth conclusion.
Yan Man turned off her phone and stretched her shoulders.
Just as filming was about to begin, the makeup artist tossed her a set of clothes: “Manman, put on this school uniform!”
—Today’s scenes were set in a high school.
The uniform was for autumn, with long sleeves and pants, the standard national high school style. Students often complained it wasn’t stylish enough, but Yan Man had never worn it before, so she found it novel.
When she finished changing and stepped out, she coincidentally overheard another actress from the same drama complaining: “Seriously, who could look good in this outfit…?”
Halfway through her sentence, she looked up and saw Yan Man.
Today, Yan Man had tied her hair into a high ponytail, accentuating her beautiful and refined cranial shape. Her face was clean yet delicate, her bangs slightly falling, her long limbs graceful and elegant.
The actress retracted her words: “...Never mind.”
Laughter erupted nearby.
Ye Lin had been frowning deeply near the parallel bars, still hearing Bian He’s sentences echoing in his ears. But when he saw her walk out, his furrowed brow unconsciously smoothed out.
Bi Tan observed everything: “What, did seeing a beautiful woman make you reconcile with the world?”
“...”
While the crew was adjusting equipment, Yan Man found a spot and handed her phone to Simon.
“Take a picture for me.”
Simon found it amusing: “Why take a picture of this? You’ve never worn it before, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve never worn it.” Yan Man, recalling previous complaints, couldn’t help but say, “It’s not bad-looking, and it’s actually really warm.”
Their skirts got pretty cold in winter.
“People always want what they can’t have.” Simon sighed and raised the phone.
This uniform only looked good on her and Ye Lin. On anyone else, it transformed celebrities into ordinary people instantly.
Yan Man stood with her hands behind her back, watching Simon take the photo. After glancing at it for two seconds, she suggested retaking it: “Let’s take another one. My aesthetic standards won’t allow me to save a composition like that.”
Simon: “...”
Yan Man stood upright, and Simon lifted the phone again. Since she wasn’t very skilled at taking photos, the camera wobbled a bit.
From behind, Ye Lin gave appropriate guidance: “Move it to the left.”
Moving it left, Simon exclaimed: “But now the person’s gone!”
Ye Lin: “...”
Bi Tan: “You’re such an idiot.”
Simon: ???
Finding it difficult to communicate, Ye Lin extended his hand: “I’ll take it.”
Simon was delighted and quickly handed over the phone.
She was sitting on a bench in front of the school building, her head slightly tilted to the left due to the wind. Her ponytail fluttered, and she reached out to hold back her bangs, a faint smile tugging at her lips, exuding a dynamic beauty.
In a fleeting moment, he pressed the shutter.
After taking the photo, she leaned over to check the result and generously praised him: “Your sense of aesthetics is amazing. You don’t seem like a typical straight guy.”
“...”
Ye Lin: “I’m straight.”
Recalling his years of aloofness, Yan Man squinted: “Really?”
“Really,” he gritted his teeth this time. “I like women.”
As if wanting to say more, but after recalling pursuit strategies he’d read, he held back. The man handed the phone back and said, “Take one for me too.”
Yan Man happily agreed: “Sure.”
Her lens watched as the man walked to the same spot she had been in earlier. She lightly focused, and he…
Tilted his head slightly to the right.
Yan Man pressed the shutter and casually complimented him as she tossed the phone to him: “Handsome.”
She didn’t notice that this casual compliment caused the man to unlock his phone five times within ten minutes and view the photo fifteen times.
After finishing the afternoon shoot, the final scene was inside the classroom.
The actors gradually exited, and the cameramen carried their equipment outside. Yan Man rested on her desk, speaking to Simon: “Are we shooting the night scenes later?”
“Yes, are you sleepy again?” Simon asked incredulously. “Did you shoot an intense scene today?”
“...”
“No,” Yan Man replied seriously. “But I still need to sleep.”
“...”
She had once come across a theory stating that highly sensitive individuals require more sleep than average people. Reflecting on it, she realized she had always needed more sleep than her friends. Once she became busy as an artist, her sleep time had been compressed, leaving her no choice but to catch naps whenever possible.
Thinking this way, Yan Man felt too lazy to move. Finding herself comfortably positioned on the desk, she fell asleep.
Two of the most hypnotic things—a desk and math class.
Faint sounds of a math lesson drifted from the neighboring school, and Yan Man fell asleep within minutes.
The weather changed that day; after a rain shower, the wind grew colder.
The classroom hadn’t been used for a while, and the door didn’t close properly. When the wind blew, it pushed the door open, letting in a rush of cold air.
Her head lowered, and she sneezed.
Ye Lin was still seated in the front row and hadn’t left yet. The classroom was empty except for the two of them.
She was still sleeping, the curtains flapping loudly in the wind. The man stood up, first closing the window tightly.
So careless, not checking the windows before sleeping. What if she catches a cold?
Walking to the door, he pushed it shut, finally quieting the space. Yan Man’s tense body slowly relaxed.
Ye Lin placed his hand on the chair, intending to pull it over to block the door. After a moment’s hesitation, he considered that if the wind blew harder and reopened the door or if someone entered, the chair would make a loud noise, potentially disturbing her.
After pondering for a bit, he sat in the first seat near the door, extending his leg to block it.
...
Yan Man didn’t know how long she slept; she was awakened by the noise outside.
Opening her eyes, it was already dark.
She was startled: “Are we done filming?”
“No,” Ye Lin’s voice came from the front row. “The weather changed, and it got dark quickly.”
Only then did Yan Man realize there was someone else in the room, relieving some of her surprise. She turned on a light and softly asked, “What time is it?”
“Seven.”
“Then filming will start soon,” she remembered tonight was a night shoot. “You haven’t left yet? What are you doing? Playing on your phone?”
Leaning down to glance, she saw he was watching a movie, though there was barely any sound.
“Mm,” Ye Lin stood up. “Let’s go.”
As soon as he moved his leg, the cold wind rushed in fiercely. Yan Man was caught off guard, standing still and raising her hand to shield herself: “It’s so cold.”
She hugged her arms, her school uniform jacket fluttering emptily in the wind.
Ye Lin sidestepped in front of her. Looking up, she happily followed behind him, using him as a windbreaker to walk downstairs.
Downstairs was warmer with the presence of the crew. Yan Man stood under the lighting for a while, then saw Ye Lin carrying two cups approaching.
The water in the cups was still steaming. He kept one for himself and handed her the other.
Yan Man looked at it pensively for a moment before raising her head thoughtfully: “Could this be the legendary...”
“...”
“Drink more hot water?”
“...”
After drinking the hot water, the night shoot began on time. By the time they finished, it was already past ten o’clock.
On the ride back, gazing at the night scenery outside the window, Yan Man took out her phone, snapped a photo, and opened Weibo. She noticed a trending hashtag: #School Uniforms Make the Best Couple Outfits#.
It was almost a compilation of couples showing affection. Many couple bloggers had posted pictures of themselves and their partners in school uniforms.
Seeing this, she remembered she hadn’t posted her own photo yet.
Yan Man chose the school uniform photo, paired it with a casual caption, and posted it before putting her phone aside to discuss work with Simon.
Meanwhile, in the black Porsche trailing closely behind, Ye Lin opened the high-resolution image.
Shortly after, Bi Tan witnessed his artist doing something unusual—he clicked on the plus icon in the top right corner of the Weibo homepage and started a new post.
—Normally, even if he lost his voice shouting, this person wouldn’t post a single landscape photo.
Not knowing what he was up to, Bi Tan saw the man’s fingertip tapping the screen a few times. His expression was languid but tinged with subtle satisfaction, as if he had completed something he was quite pleased with.
After receiving the notification that the post was successfully sent, Ye Lin leaned back slightly, glancing at the screen. The corners of his lips imperceptibly lifted.
Right in the center of the screen, two posts appeared simultaneously on the homepage.
Below was Yan Man’s post from two minutes ago.
Yan Man: [Using willpower to relive being sixteen, Day Two~]
The attached picture was of the girl looking to the left in her school uniform.
And just moments ago—
Ye Lin: [Sharing a photo]
The attached picture showed him standing in the exact same spot, looking to the right.
Seemingly responding to each other from afar, the two posts appeared back-to-back, closely linked.
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