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The next day, Yan Man headed to work feeling drowsy.
As soon as she arrived on set, she heard everyone laughing.
“Hahahaha, in the middle of winter, Xiao Gu actually got bitten by a mosquito?!”
Xiao Gu also nodded repeatedly, lamenting his misfortune: “I’m so unlucky. The heating must have been too high, making the room temperature too warm, which probably activated the mosquitoes.”
Someone nearby speculated: “Not necessarily. It might have been some other insect bite.”
Yan Man listened intently, then sat down at her makeup station, took off her scarf, and draped it over the back of the chair.
Xiao Gu glanced at her, somewhat astonished, and pointed at her neck: “Teacher Manman, why is your neck also red?”
“...”
She had suddenly forgotten about that detail when she woke up abruptly this morning.
Yan Man calmly explained: “I was also bitten by a mosquito.”
Xiao Gu, full of curiosity, moved closer and stood beside her: “Your mosquito bite looks different from mine. Mine is raised, but yours isn’t?”
In the bright mirror, their necks were both visible in the same frame, creating a clear and striking contrast.
Xiao Gu’s neck was red and swollen, with a pinkish hue; her neck was smooth, with a deep red color like azuki beans.
At a glance, others immediately noticed the difference.
The makeup room instantly became lively, bursting into laughter like fireworks.
“Manman, does this mosquito have a name?”
“I dare guess, is the mosquito’s name two characters long?”
“This mosquito… doesn’t happen to be surnamed Ye, right?”
Yan Man: “...”
You might as well report Ye Lin’s ID number.
The room erupted in laughter: “Hahahahaha, you can’t say that!”
Someone even gave her advice: “Manman, you should practice more on how to cover these things up. This one was too obvious.”
“No,” she stubbornly insisted, “It really was a mosquito, but I killed it as soon as it landed.”
Xiao Gu thoughtfully remarked: “That mosquito must have been miserable.”
Yan Man blurted out: “He miserable? How was he miserable? Clearly, I was the miserable one!”
Xiao Gu: Oh?
Fortunately, the makeup artist had strong skills and managed to suppress her laughter while covering Yan Man’s neck. She finally added: “Next time, tell Teacher Ye to restrain himself a bit.”
Yan Man continued to insist futilely, muttering: “I said it wasn’t... him.”
After finishing filming that night, Ye Lin came to pick her up from work.
The man was dressed all in black today, looking distant and refined, waiting under a street lamp, melting into the cold and indifferent night like a god without emotions.
But she couldn’t help but recall vividly how he had nibbled on her neck last night.
Though they called it planting strawberries, he hadn’t done much else besides licking and sucking twice. The most he did was extend his tongue to flick her earlobe.
How could he restrain himself like that...
After helping her into the car, Ye Lin backed out while asking about her day: “How was it today?”
“Not bad,” she pretended to be nonchalant and nodded. “Just got teased by the crew for having mysterious fruit on my neck.”
“...”
He couldn’t help but smile a little: “Didn’t you ask me to plant it?”
“Did I?” Yan Man decided to have a serious talk with him. “I hadn’t even finished talking before you pounced on me, okay? I don’t know who got their way.”
Pouncing was one thing, but he didn’t finish the job. Now here he was pretending to be the victim with great enthusiasm.
His fingers tapped slowly on the steering wheel, as if suppressing his laughter for a moment before speaking: “I got my way.”
“But it seems the boss wasn’t very satisfied with last night’s service.”
Yan Man: “Well, you know.”
“...”
They managed to get home just in time for dinner.
Yan Man ate some salad and then started organizing tomorrow’s script.
This scene was challenging, requiring two consecutive emotional climaxes. Yan Man was carefully contemplating her state.
When she got to work, she became very focused. Only after dividing the script into sections and memorizing her lines thoroughly did she realize that the man had embraced her from behind without her noticing.
His chin rested in the crook of her neck, seemingly sniffing something.
Ye Lin asked: “Do you need help practicing your lines?”
“No,” she said, “I think I can handle it myself.”
After saying that, she turned to look at him: “Aren’t you going to read the script? Do you want me to help you?”
He shook his head with a smile, “I don’t have a script anymore.”
At that moment, Yan Man remembered something and said: “You seem to have no work recently?”
He let out a barely noticeable sigh, neither confirming nor denying: “Focusing on taking care of you.”
“I don’t need you to take care of me. I can manage on my own,” Yan Man hummed deliberately, “Teacher Ye isn’t getting old and fuzzy, is he? You’re not going to need me to support you, are you?”
“Mm,” he casually responded, his breath spreading over her ear, “Without Teacher Yan being famous.”
Yan Man snorted, picked up her phone from the table, and opened his Weibo page to check the fans of a certain top-tier star.
Interrupting what she intended to say, she held the page in front of him: “Share half your fans with me.”
“All of them,” he said, “I’m all yours.”
Yan Man thought for a moment: “Well, that’s not necessary.”
“...”
After the playful banter ended, Yan Man finally remembered her main point: “Is it because you don’t like any of the recent scripts?”
After saying that, she turned around dramatically and playfully lifted his chin: “What kind do you like? Teacher Yan will introduce some to you later.”
After a pause, he finally said: “No, I won’t be taking any more jobs after this.”
Yan Man was stunned, and the ten-minute-long joke gradually subsided.
She asked: “Why?”
“No reason,” the man reached out again and played with her hair, speaking indifferently, “After the movie airs and all contracts expire, I’ll retire from the industry.”
He spoke lightly, but the impact of the topic was immense.
Yan Man stared at him in astonishment for a long time, processing for a while before realizing he wasn’t joking: “Why?”
“No meaning,” he typically responded, “I planned to retire before meeting you. ‘The Floating Life of Old Years’ was supposed to be my last drama.”
Entering the entertainment industry was actually an accident. During his freshman year, while undergoing military training, he happened to encounter Shi Nanhong, who was there to select actors. Overwhelmed by the frequent water deliveries from the girls in various squads, he nodded and agreed to go to the production team to audition.
After that, he just kept on acting. He found a rare sense of peace and belonging in performing. After finishing his collaboration with Shi Nanhong, he was noticed by a larger company.
That first brokerage contract after entering the industry became the third time he was exploited in life.
It’s hard to say exactly when he started to feel weary. Acting was still his faith and refuge, but he had seen enough of the darkness and quagmires within the industry. Moreover, after all these years, he had already won all the awards he could, had no urgent goals left to achieve, and no one worth staying for.
So he thought, it’s better to leave early.
At that time, he would retreat to some unknown mountain forest, and perhaps on some ordinary day without the need to continue, he might choose to end certain things.
But after meeting her, he felt that living was quite nice too.
“Before meeting me, you wanted to leave the industry...” Yan Man pondered that statement, “Then what about after meeting me?”
Ye Lin looked at her.
“Do you want me to stay?”
He threw the question to her, and she blinked, momentarily unsure how to respond.
Ye Lin: “Bi Tan has always wanted me to stay. If I hadn’t promised Teacher to act for a few more years, my acting career would have ended sooner.”
He often thought that since entering the industry, each trophy that envied others might be his halo. However, everything has two sides. Perhaps getting everything too early made his unchallenging life increasingly boring.
She used to say that everything seemed boring to him. In fact, it wasn’t subjective. Maybe from the moment he was born, fate had already decided what to give him and what to take away.
Yan Man: “Even Bi Tan couldn’t make you stay? Then didn’t you later shoot Ice Shave ?”
“That was to chase you.”
She pursed her lips, successfully letting him steer the topic: “You seem pretty deep into it.”
Thinking of something, he lowered his eyes: “Back then, I saw you interact with Bian He every day.”
“...”
Wait, something’s not right. How did the topic turn here?
Yan Man looked at him incredulously: “You’re so jealous.”
Do you still remember such distant events?
As if unwilling to let this topic end easily, he had another question to ask: “Did you ever like him?”
If circumstances allowed, Yan Man would really show this scene to the audience — see how the seemingly nonchalant top-tier Ye becomes so meticulous—
Yan Man found the question strange: “If I liked him, wouldn’t we have been together?”
“...”
Ye Lin swallowed, finding that even after so long, discussing this topic still brought an unconscious tension.
“Did he confess to you later?”
Yan Man thought for a moment: “I think so. I rejected him.”
“When?”
“I don’t really remember. It was probably around the time of the kayaking,” Yan Man said, “I was really busy with work back then and had no spare time to think about those things.”
“Alright,” to prevent him from continuing to ask, Yan Man reassuringly kissed the corner of his lips, “I’m going to take a shower. My hair is full of your jealousy.”
“………”
After coming out of the shower, Yan Man found him still sitting in the same spot.
But this time, he was reading her script.
Yan Man quickly walked over, looking at his furrowed brow: “What’s wrong? There’s no problem with my character analysis, right?”
“It’s good.” He said.
“Then why are you frowning?”
“I’m still thinking about Bian He. Did he confess earlier than me?”
“……”
Yan Man lifted her half-dried hair to smell it again.
Ye Lin spoke before she did: “Caught my scent again?”
She smiled: “How did you know.”
“Then check if it’s caught here.”
The next second, she was hoisted onto the table, and his scorching kiss descended upon her.
The man’s tongue delved in forcefully, with an irresistible ferocity. Her teeth were pried open, her tongue sucked into his mouth and entangled. He pressed against the back of her head, forcing them deeper together.
She couldn’t help but moan softly, coming back to her senses as if pushing him away abruptly.
Ye Lin’s lips still bore traces of her moisture, momentarily dazed.
Seething with anger, Yan Man accused him in exasperation: “Don’t do this to me! What’s the meaning of stopping halfway every single time?! Then you shouldn’t have started at all!”
“Are you satisfied making me unable to calm down for so long!” She clenched her fists, “I’m a normal adult too!!”
“……”
Not expecting her to be angry about this, the man propped himself up on the table and suddenly laughed.
Yan Man’s adrenaline hadn’t subsided: “What the hell are you laughing at.”
This time, she was determined to uphold her dignity, preventing him from leaving carefreely after stirring things up, making her look like she was somehow desperate.
Yan Man made a move to get off, but she was pushed back onto the table.
Yan Man: “I’m telling you, it’s impossible—”
At the same time, he leaned over: “It wasn’t intentional before; I was afraid I couldn’t give you a good experience.”
Ye Lin: “So today I learned some things.”
Her throat felt dry: “...What did you learn?”
Ye Lin leaned down, gently pecked the corner of her lips, his voice low, seemingly carrying a hypnotic allure: “Hands or mouth, pick one?”
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