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#YeLinYanManSchoolUniformPhotos# quickly trended, sparking explosive discussions.
[Just as the “school uniform couple outfits” hashtag trends, you immediately post after your wife, Ye Lin. It’s hard not to think you’re subtly piggybacking on something!]
[Coconut Grove: Hehe… wife… couple outfits… hehe…]
[Honestly, I was still hesitating around the Yan-Ye ship, but you crazy CP fans kicked me straight into the pit.]
[Sorry, Yan-Ye shippers are really funny hahaha.]
[I was just minding my own business when someone kicked me like a stray dog [Single Dog Crying].]
[Is this some kind of promotional move by the production team? Yan Man looks so pretty and full of energy.]
[It’s from the hit drama Cherry Smoothies , airing one to two episodes per week—super high-quality production, don’t miss it!]
[After seven years, we finally see Ye Lin in a school uniform again. Remember when his character in that movie was the photography major senior? So damn handsome.]
[Thanks, now I have material for tonight’s dreams.]
The trending topic lasted for two hours, essentially a celebration for CP fans—their first public display of affection—
Although it seemed like Ye Lin had jumped on the bandwagon :)
Even comments from solo fans like “so beautiful, so handsome, so good-looking” were drowned out within minutes.
But this trending topic gave the Cranberry stans (Yan Man fans) an opportunity to speak up—
[Hey, weren’t there marketing accounts saying Yan Man was riding on Ye Lin’s popularity? Why aren’t they speaking now? The posting times are crystal clear. Yan Man’s team has never bought any hot searches; she’s just a female star who focuses on giving her fans beautiful photos.]
Meanwhile, other actors from the production also posted their school uniform photos.
When Yan Man opened her phone, she learned from the comments—Ye Lin had liked her post.
Opening that Weibo post, sure enough, a familiar profile picture appeared in the bottom right corner. It was a hidden feature of Weibo—if too many people liked a post, it would show likes from friends.
Yan Man scrolled through her feed—the entire Cherry Smoothies crew had posted school uniform photos. She thought for a moment, scrolled to the bottom, and liked each one.
Yan-Ye Super Topic: [Report!! Manman also reciprocated Ye Lin’s like!]
Before anyone could get excited for ten seconds—
[Just as we were about to dive into the ship, Manzi liked all the posts [Smoking].]
[I’m laughing so hard I want to die #YanMan, Master of Fairness.]
[Yan Man: What are you all standing around for? Watch me like everyone’s posts from the crew!]
[Don’t call a female star Manzi! [Angry]]
The official production account quickly retweeted everyone’s nostalgic school uniform photos.
And so, this night’s grand opening ended perfectly with the production’s promotional efforts.
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The next morning, Yan Man received another bouquet of flowers.
This time it was fresh red roses, adorned with baby’s breath, wrapped around glowing fairy lights.
Simon casually brought the news: “I asked around. The front desk said every time the delivery guy is different, so it’s probably not the same person delivering the flowers. They’re not sure who it is, and the sender requested no signature.”
Yan Man had already guessed this direction. She took out paper and pen from the drawer: “It might be a fan or someone who doesn’t want to disturb me.”
It was more likely to be a fan, considering how straightforward, passionate, and selfless their love for her was.
The hotel stationery was neatly square. Yan Man wrote on it: [Thank you, the flowers are beautiful.]
Then she handed it to Simon, saying: “Next time, give this to the front desk. If another delivery guy comes, give this note to the sender. If fate allows, they’ll receive it. If not…” She shrugged. “Then it’s fine.”
Simon folded the paper and put it in his pocket: “Got it.”
“By the way, mention another thing—your follower count has reached twenty million. Your fans are urging you to release some perks. What do you plan to do this time?”
Yan Man pouted: “Let’s get in the car to the set first. I’ll think about it on the way.”
Her anthology drama with Bian He had aired successfully, receiving great feedback. Focusing on the theme of autism, combined with that episode of Rapid Burn , it deepened everyone’s understanding of “children of the stars.” Many fans even donated and sent supplies to schools within their means, which made her feel quite reassured.
As her works aired, her followers slowly grew, reaching twenty million.
Getting out of the car, Yan Man sighed: “It feels like hitting ten million followers was just yesterday. Now here I am racking my brain for twenty million perks.”
“...”
The crew was setting up the scene. Today they were filming another campus scene.
The words “Music Room” flashed past her vision. A light bulb went off in Yan Man’s head: “What if I record a piano video?”
“That works,” Simon nodded. “I think the fans will love it. Which song will you play?”
“Over the Rainbow ,” Yan Man replied. “Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“Because it’s the only one I know.”
“...”
Pushing open the classroom door, a grand piano sat in the corner, gleaming after being cleaned by the crew.
Learning piano felt like something from long ago. Yan Man pulled up a tutorial and practiced seven or eight times before feeling comfortable.
She remembered how her family hired a piano teacher for her, but she always ended up arguing with Yan Zong halfway through the lessons. As a result, she spent half a summer vacation learning one piece, and Yan Zong even got scolded.
Thinking about it, Yan Man couldn’t help but smile.
At the same time, Ye Lin arrived at the set.
In the room, the crew was busy setting up. Yan Man’s car was parked nearby, but she was nowhere to be seen.
From afar, the sound of a piano drifted over. As if sensing something, he walked toward the music room ahead.
The sky hadn’t fully brightened yet. The morning light flickered hazily, like a yolk spilling from a broken egg, flowing down from the heavens.
Through the glass window above the door, she could vaguely be seen sitting at the piano, her slender arms suspended in the air. The melody flowed like water, as if weaving through a forest surrounded by mountains, searching for the figure that kept appearing in her dreams.
As she played, her shoulder blades rose and fell slightly, her chin nodding gently.
The last note faded away, dissipating into the morning mist, leaving a lingering resonance.
Yan Man sat for a while before closing the piano lid.
Taking the phone placed beside her to record, she looked at it while walking. Opening the door, she looked up and bumped into Ye Lin standing at the entrance.
She paused, wanting to ask, “What are you doing here?” but found the line too cliché. Instead, she said, “You’re here?”
“Mm,” the man nodded, following her steps. Without hiding the fact that he’d been watching her, he said, “You know quite a few instruments.”
“Just the piano,” she counted. “Are there others?”
Ye Lin: “Didn’t you also play the cello in that MV?”
“You mean Heartbeat Rhythm ?” She suddenly remembered, saying with lingering fear, “That was a last-minute thing. I pretended to know what I was doing, but I actually played terribly. Thankfully, it wasn’t live-recorded.”
“...”
She listened briefly, felt there were no issues, and handed the video to the team for editing before heading off to film.
By the time filming finished that night, the video was edited.
Yan Man saved it and uploaded it to Weibo: [Twenty Million Followers Perk~ I only know how to play this one, sorry for the amateur performance >_<].
The comments, of course, were supportive: [Not bad at all~ I’m a piano major, and darling, your finger technique is very standard 030.]
[Other female artists: I can do everything, I’m perfect, I’m rich, beautiful, and academically gifted, then they trip up. Yan Man: This is average, that’s average, casually plays, and it sounds like heavenly music.]
[You guys are really good at praising. If you ask me, just four words: Wifey is amazing!]
[Says she only knows how to play this one and dedicates it to me. Doesn’t that make me her one and only?]
[Who’s going to splash Yan Man’s endorsed drink on her to wake her up?]
[So beautiful, so beautiful. Another day lost in her charm.]
...
Soon, the Yan-Ye Super Topic reposted this video.
Within three minutes, someone captured a screenshot.
In the frame, Yan Man sat in the center. To her left, through the glass window above the door, half of a man’s face could be faintly seen.
[Wait, everyone, who is that? Am I seeing things?]
[Ye Lin… watching his wife play the piano from outside the window again...]
[Hahahahahahahaha]
[Shit, he’s like a pure-hearted virgin waiting for his girlfriend to finish class.]
[There’s sugar here too?! There’s sugar here too?!]
[Coconut Grove: I can’t miss any important moment of my wife w]
Everyone got more and more into it. After checking the schedule, they prayed:
[Tomorrow is the media day! Tomorrow, we must see them giving us some sugar together in the same frame!]
Every production has days when the media visits, and Cherry Smoothies ‘s media day was scheduled for tomorrow.
In the morning, after finishing the urban workplace scenes, Yan Man went to the lounge where the media was waiting.
To fit her character, today’s costume designer prepared a shirt paired with an A-line skirt. The waist-cinching design added both professionalism and allure, and her legs looked long and pale in high heels.
Soon, Yan Man walked into the lounge.
The female extras outside glanced at her and couldn’t help but quietly marvel in their minds.
Her figure was truly stunning.
If she were Ye Lin, she wouldn’t be able to resist either.
...
Yan Man walked through the crowd and sat down opposite the cameras.
She smiled and took a seat on the left side: “Have you been waiting long?”
“No,” the nearest reporter also smiled at her. “Not even ten minutes.”
Her skirt was a bit short, and as soon as she sat down, it started to ride up. Yan Man adjusted her legs lower and pressed down on the fabric with her hand.
At this moment, Ye Lin pushed open the door and walked in.
Their eyes met, and after a brief pause, his gaze fell on her hand holding the skirt down.
The hall was brightly lit, and the floor tiles reflected speckled light points, swirling around like blooming lanterns as he walked.
The man’s steps were steady. As he walked, he began unbuttoning his suit jacket. By the time he reached her, all the buttons were undone.
He stood between her and the cameras, took off his jacket, and handed it to her.
As he removed his clothes, the wrinkles forming on the back of his shirt exuded a mysterious charm and boyfriend vibes.
Suddenly, a journalist grabbed their friend’s thigh, “He gave her the jacket—he gave her the jacket! So he’s not clueless; he just doesn’t bother doing these things for others—”
The friend cleared their throat lightly: “Forget who you are? Stay professional; no shipping.”
“You think I want to ship them? Not shipping is really hard right now.”
“…”
Yan Man paused for a moment before taking the jacket and placing it over her legs.
This was quite common; many gentlemanly male artists would take care of their female counterparts.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“You’re welcome.”
Yan Man looked at the camera and crossed her legs slightly. “Alright, everyone can start asking questions now.”
Today’s media visit was mainly to prepare for interviews.
Soon, a journalist asked her: “This is your second collaboration with Teacher Ye. How does it feel?”
“To be precise, it’s the third time,” Yan Man said. “How does it feel…?”
And then came the familiar mutual commercial praise segment.
Yan Man: “Teacher Ye is a very professional actor with unique insights into acting, and he plays basketball well too.”
As soon as she finished, the man beside her spoke in a low voice.
Frowning, he seemed dissatisfied with her answer: “How is that different from what you said about Bian He?”
And why did she call him “Little He” while referring to herself as “Teacher”?
Is she implying he lacks cuteness, while everything else is identical?
Yan Man: “… “
“Really?” She wrinkled her nose slightly. “You have such high standards.”
Reporters below couldn’t help but laugh.
Yan Man: “Alright, let me rephrase that. Everyone, please cut out the previous part.”
“Teacher Ye…” She paused briefly before saying, “It’s been very joyful working with you.”
Ye Lin: ?
Yan Man truly had nothing else to say. She parted her lips slightly, only to hear him repeat, “Teacher Ye?”
“What else should I call you?” Yan Man was also a bit confused. “What should I call you?”
Isn’t this how everyone refers to him?
From somewhere, the words “hubby” echoed faintly. Yan Man’s heart trembled, and she suspiciously looked down, but everything was quiet below—it must have been her imagination.
Soon, the topic shifted to Ye Lin.
“So far, among Manman’s numerous outfits during filming, which one left the deepest impression on you, Teacher Ye?”
The man held the microphone, flashes of scenes passing through his mind, and said, “They’ve all left a deep impression.”
Yan Man nodded.
This person was better at being diplomatic than her.
Below, the journalist who hadn’t gotten a turn squeezed their colleague’s thigh again: “Didn’t he just give us another reason to ship them?”
Colleague: “...”
After asking questions about each other, they conducted some individual interviews. More than two hours later, the interview session ended.
As the media prepared to leave, the makeup artist came over to retouch Yan Man’s makeup.
The powder puff gently pressed against her face. Yan Man, bored, let her gaze wander aimlessly.
Perhaps to entertain the journalist friends, there were plenty of desserts on the table, including a plate of planet-shaped candies.
Yan Man picked one up. The translucent light blue little planet looked beautiful under the light, decorated with a few handmade star-shaped candies inside.
Yan Man: “Can I eat this?”
Simon coldly took the candy away: “Fitness coach forbids it.”
“...”
Yan Man pouted. “What if I secretly eat one? Will she find out?”
“She won’t,” Simon said. “But I can tell her.”
“...”
Yan Man tugged at the corners of her mouth to show her dissatisfaction. In the end, when leaving, she tried to sneakily grab one but was caught again, failing once more.
Ye Lin followed her gaze and stood up after a moment.
Yan Man returned to the makeup room and styled a new hairstyle.
For the next scene, her hair had to be loose, slightly curled, adding a touch of charm.
After finishing, she moved to a nearby chair to wait for her scene.
Simon ran off to coordinate something, leaving her alone, bored without her phone.
Yan Man tapped her foot rhythmically, silently counting in her mind, when suddenly, a shadow fell over her.
She looked up—it was Ye Lin.
Before she could speak, she heard the man say: “Hold out your hand.”
“Huh?”
She hesitantly extended her hand, then heard him say in a deep voice: “Cup it.”
Not knowing what he was up to, Yan Man cupped her hands together, thinking maybe it was some prank game. But the next second, the man pulled out a handful of candies from his pocket and poured them all into her palms.
He had already changed into a trench coat with deep pockets. The long hem of the coat concealed her hands as he poured the candies, making it look like some secret transaction.
Yan Man’s hands could barely hold all the candies. After looking at them for a moment, she asked: “Where did you get these?”
Ye Lin: “From the table.”
She was surprised: “Did you take all of them?”
“No,” he said. “I left a few.”
Yan Man assumed he saw her wanting them earlier and brought them to her. Grateful for his earlier compliments, she tilted her head slightly, “Thanks.”
After a moment, her thoughts drifted, and she chuckled softly as she played with the candies in her hand.
Ye Lin: “What’s so funny?”
“I remembered how much I used to love eating those small oranges. Once, my third brother stuffed a bunch into his pocket when he left the table. On the way back, the driver made a sharp turn, and since he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, the oranges turned into orange juice—”
“He came back and beat me up,” Yan Man laughed as she looked at him. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”
“...”
They didn’t chat for long before the afternoon shoot began.
The first scene was their solo parts, and the second was a romantic scene.
A kissing scene.
This was nothing special. She felt confident in her acting skills by now.
…Or at least she thought so.
After finishing the workplace scenes, the two met in the room.
Director: “This is just a curtain kiss scene. Film it well; we’ll use it for promotion on video platforms. Very seductive.”
Yan Man rolled up her script, nodding as she listened to the director explain the scene.
When the explanation was over, the props team had already set up nearly everything.
Before the kiss scene, they filmed the buildup, where the male lead sat by the table drinking some wine.
This scene was smoothly completed, and the crew took a short break.
Bored while waiting, Yan Man leaned closer to examine the wine in his glass.
Light red color.
She turned to look at the bottle: “…Strawberry wine? Is it good?”
“It’s alright. It tastes more like fruit juice, similar to a beverage.”
After a pause, Ye Lin observed her expression and lifted the wine glass from the table. “Want to try?”
There was only one glass on the table, and the female lead didn’t drink in this scene.
Ye Lin rotated the glass, offering the clean side to her. “I didn’t touch this side.”
His drinking etiquette was impeccable. The rim of the glass was clean except for one spot with traces of strawberry jam.
Since they’d already kissed, this wasn’t much different.
Curious about the taste, Yan Man lowered her head and sipped a small amount. The sweet, fermented fruity aroma was indescribable but unexpectedly addictive.
She took another small sip, and the glass was nearly empty.
Behind her, the director shouted that the next scene was about to start.
Yan Man quickly got up and moved over. When she turned back, she noticed Ye Lin still standing in place, apparently pouring himself another glass and finishing the bottle.
“Drink more; it’s fine,” the director also noticed and told Yan Man, “Drinking will help you get into character.”
Soon, the man stood up, walked over, and took off his trench coat, revealing a light-colored thin sweater underneath.
Yan Man tilted her head to look at him, confirming: “Are you drunk?”
“No,” his voice was a bit hoarse. “This little bit won’t make me drunk.”
She wanted to say, if you’re not drunk, why do your ears look a bit flushed?
But before she could say anything, the scene had already begun.
Director: “Alright, Action!”
The beginning of this scene showed the female lead coming out of the bathroom without warm clothing. While chatting with the male lead, she instinctively wrapped herself in the curtain.
Yan Man had specifically confirmed that the curtain had been washed multiple times and carried a faint scent of soap nuts.
Following the choreography, she nestled into the curtain, wrapping the fabric around herself.
Her shoes were kicked off, and she now stood barefoot on the edge of the table, curling her body into a small ball, exposing only her white toes. Out of the camera’s view, she lightly rubbed the table corner.
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
He stood up and walked over to her. His fingers, chilled from the wine, gently touched her cheek.
“Why are you curled up like this?”
“It’s cold.”
He bent down: “Where’s cold?”
Her chin resting on her knees, she looked up and said: “Everywhere is cold.”
Their eyes met, and the light above cast fragmented shadows through their eyelashes.
She blinked, realizing something was off, and quickly lowered her head, wanting to put her shoes back on and leave—
But the man didn’t give her the chance.
He tilted his head, pressing her back down. The latter half of his sentence melted into her lips, muffled and unclear.
“…Let me warm you up.”
She was cradled by the back of her head, and the man’s kiss meticulously traced her lips, like water spreading layer by layer on rice paper. His lips were warm, and as he gently rubbed, she could feel the tender force of his lips.
He was sucking, and this thought inexplicably sparked waves of indescribable embarrassment. Her thoughts became chaotic, wondering what she had planned to respond with earlier.
Before she could remember, his fingertips, slightly calloused, caressed behind her ear, naturally stirring electric currents.
She caught a whiff of alcohol.
Her fingers gripping the curtain began to slacken—not because of acting, but because they genuinely went limp. The curtain draped loosely over her shoulders, and the high heels hooked on her toes fell with a thud onto the floor.
She was kissed until her head spun, and her earlier determination to perform well crumbled into dust.
Her soft fingers braced against the table, but they were soon enveloped by the man’s palm. She tasted the remnants of strawberry wine on his tongue, its sweetness mingling with a hint of jam.
She felt doomed. A sense of weightlessness spread, and it felt like she was falling.
Her nape was supported, and he held her steady, one hand on the table and the other pulling her closer. When her center of gravity shifted to him, he extended his fingers, searching for hers.
When their palms gently intertwined, her thoughts were hazy, and she dazedly thought.
This person…
Kisses too well.
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