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In response to her question of “Where to sit?” Ye Lin fell silent for two seconds, his gaze briefly sweeping over somewhere.
Before Yan Man could get excited, he calmly said, “You sit in the back.”
She feigned ignorance and teased him deliberately, “Which back?”
Ye Lin glanced at her through the rearview mirror.
“The car behind.”
She turned around, and coincidentally, a new motorcycle was approaching from behind.
Yan Man: “...”
Yan Man: “?”
Ye Lin got off the bike and communicated briefly with the person behind. Ten minutes later, Yan Man found herself sitting on the back seat of a female racer’s motorcycle.
Then, amidst the raging wind, she returned to the set without any traffic jams.
After getting off the bike, Ye Lin headed straight to the changing room, and she followed closely behind.
“Isn’t this going too far? Are you being petty?”
“It’s just a motorcycle ride; did you really need someone else to take me!”
“What if she hadn’t come?!”
Clearly, regarding her questions, the man only cared about the result and gave no reply.
Yan Man continued to grumble behind him, “It’s just sitting with you for a bit, it’s not like you’d lose a piece of flesh! Could I possibly do something to you on the bike?”
After saying that, she paused for a moment, “Oh, well, maybe I could.”
Ye Lin: “...”
She lowered her head, muttering almost like she was pouting, “But you’re being so unreasonable...”
Ye Lin turned and walked into the changing booth, pulling the curtain shut, effectively issuing an eviction order.
“I’m changing clothes.”
But halfway through pulling the curtain, a tilted head appeared in his line of sight.
Her pupils were bright.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you inviting me to watch?”
“You’re so enthusiastic. Are you secretly in love with me?”
“…”
He expressionlessly pulled the curtain all the way closed and changed into his military uniform for the scene.
The deep green uniform was almost too thick to dissipate.
Ye Lin adjusted his hat and just as he pulled the curtain open, Yan Man on the seat looked up.
She exclaimed, “You’re really done changing? You weren’t afraid I’d actually walk in?”
He kept his head down, fastening buttons, generously stating,
“If you want to be blacklisted, go ahead.”
“…”
Next was a confrontation scene. Yan Man’s costume was easy to change, and before long, she was back in position, starting her makeup and hair.
Ye Lin flipped through the script, reading lines.
Yan Man also read the script for a while, then turned to look at him, “Just finished the race, aren’t you tired?”
She thoughtfully added, “Your stamina is really good?”
“…”
Not long after, the scene began filming.
This was a kissing scene. The male lead was half-drunk, and the female lead wanted to help him undress.
Outside, there was heavy rain, and inside, only a few candles were lit. Yan Man sat on the edge of the sofa, raising her hand to help him take off his coat.
She had only draped a shawl over herself, and as she moved, it softly slid off, brushing against the back of his hand and lightly falling to the ground.
Their eyes met, candlelight flickering in her eyes.
With the howling wind, the man lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on her lips.
“Did you sneak a snack?”
“No, I didn’t sneak anything,” she said, “You weren’t back yet, so I ate openly...”
But he seemed indifferent, continuing in a low voice, “What did you eat?”
“… Cherries.”
He hummed, and just as she was about to speak again, her chin was lifted, and her lips were captured.
The candlelight swayed, enveloping them in a warm mist of his scent. His eyelids drooped slightly but didn’t close. His eyes churned like the restless sea, rolling, surging, foggy with emotion.
Each flutter of his lashes felt like a teasing caress on the tip of her heart.
Time seemed to pass both quickly and slowly. She didn’t know when he left, and dazedly turned her head to hear the director say—
“Xiao Man, you forgot to close your eyes.”
She exclaimed, “Sorry, I didn’t realize.”
“No problem, we’ll just redo the close-up we shot earlier.”
The director adjusted the lighting and praised Ye Lin, “The male lead nailed this state perfectly. It’s brilliant, capturing that sense of confusion, thinking he and his wife are still struggling in the past, drowning sorrows in alcohol. Too perfect.”
If only it was just perfect.
Yan Man thought, she nearly got dizzy from his charm.
Just as they were about to start the second round of the kissing scene, she suddenly realized something and turned to Zhou Xuan, “If I forget to close my eyes again, does that mean I can kiss him one more time?”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Ye Lin’s gaze landed on her.
Yan Man quickly smiled innocently, “I was just joking, Teacher Ye. How could I ever do such a thing? Never.”
Soon, with a clapboard sound, the second round of the kissing scene began.
She tilted her head back, this time closing her eyes.
The thunder outside came precisely timed, booming just as his fingers brushed her nape. Yan Man’s body trembled slightly.
Whether it was from the thunder or the kiss, who knows?
His kisses were infinitely tender, yet carried an elusive distance. For a moment, she split, but her commitment to the character pulled her back.
In the darkness, sensations became clearer. She could feel him following the original story, gently sucking away the cherry stain from her lower lip and pecking her mouth corners.
Her breathing grew rapid, the strap of her nightgown caught between his fingertips, lightly pushed aside. She was laid down on the couch, and his teeth felt like thorny shells, prowling in the waves.
She reached out, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
“Cut!”
The director held the walkie-talkie, “Alright, everyone, today’s scenes are done. Thank you all for your hard work.”
Yan Man fixed her clothes, picked up the shawl from the carpet, and dusted it off.
There were still two cherries left on the plate. She ate them one by one, spitting the pits into her palm.
Zhou Xuan saw through her, “Your face is so red.”
Yan Man tried to maintain her composure, averting her gaze, her voice slightly wavering.
“… Duh.”
Ye Lin finished tidying his clothes and was rinsing his mouth with mouthwash.
Yan Man leaned on the table with both hands, incredulous, “So you rinse your mouth after kissing her, but not after kissing me, right?”
Before Ye Lin could respond, Bi Tan was already surprised.
Bi Tan: “Who else did he kiss?”
Yan Man: “Oh, I was just making things up.”
She listened to a catchy song this morning and couldn’t resist making a sentence with it.
“…”
“I knew it,” Bi Tan said, “He hasn’t filmed any other kissing scenes, I thought he might have gone underground without telling me, damn.”
Hearing this, Yan Man suddenly became serious.
She looked earnestly at his manager and made an agreement, “If you go underground, contact me.”
Ye Lin: “...”
Just taking a mouthwash break, someone already planned out his entire career.
Seeing him about to cap the bottle, Yan Man suddenly leaned over and asked, “Can I use some too?”
The answer was obvious. Ye Lin screwed the cap back onto the mouthwash bottle.
But just before he tightened it, her fingers clung to the back of his hand, and like a cat, she sniffed twice.
The smell of cherries rushed into her nostrils.
Like a primitive animal invading territory with scent.
Yan Man tilted her head and smiled, her clear, youthful eyes carrying a hint of victorious cunning.
“Mm, it’s my scent.”
Back in her room that night, Yan Man opened her computer and started working on another video.
Even Zhou Xuan was moved by her.
“This reminds me of a story where a man, to pursue the girl he loves, learns various skills to catch the fattest fish for her, but ends up finding a sunken ship full of jewels and becomes the world’s richest man.”
“That’s also a nice ending,” Yan Man moved the mouse, “Which book is that from?”
Zhou Xuan: “I just made it up.”
“…”
Yan Man was speechless for a moment, posted the video, and once again marveled at her own talent. After calming her mood, she went to take a shower.
After finishing her shower, applying a face mask, and completing her fitness check-in, three hours had passed.
Feeling confident, Yan Man reviewed the video again.
This time, the video had a new style, accompanied by cheerful music from Double J.
“She told me she couldn’t sleep / He told me he was sleepy and didn’t want to chat”
“She calls him baby / He just sends me a question mark”
“She gets blocked moves / He never heals me”
“You keep me in the dark while keeping others under the covers, right?”
The lyrics were upbeat, catchy, and recently very popular as a meme song. The lyrics were both heart-wrenching and funny, highly memorable, and paired with images, the effect was top-notch.
Yan Man shook her head in satisfaction.
Ordinary videos don’t excite me, sad ones don’t either, but interesting ones should be worth obsessing over, right?
However, due to previous experiences, she didn’t immediately open the comments section, mentally preparing herself first.
But in those few short seconds, a small red dot suddenly popped up on her personal page, showing—
[You have received a new private message.]
She tried to lower her expectations, thinking it might be spam.
As soon as she opened it, a large headline greeted her: Your submission has been selected!
—!!!
Instantly, Yan Man’s heart drummed like crazy.
They really liked it?! Seriously?!
Her fingers trembled slightly as she quickly scrolled down.
[Congratulations! Your submission has been included in {Surprise! Very hilarious, the motion-sensor lights within a hundred miles rang for me!}]
Yan Man: “...”
Oh.
Oh!!
Perhaps sensing her stiffness, Zhou Xuan stood beside her holding a cup of water.
“What’s wrong, are people shipping Yan Ye today?”
Using all her strength, Yan Man managed a proper smile.
“No, they put us in the comedy video category instead.”
:)
Not getting the desired feedback still left her feeling a bit empty.
After getting permission from the crew, Yan Man posted a photo from today’s shoot on Weibo.
It was a picture of her leaning on the sofa, legs curled under a velvet blanket, looking up as she ate cherries.
Her actor account was previously used to post daily life updates. Back in college, she liked posting pictures of eating and playing around, accumulating some fans.
Coupled with the official announcement from the crew, her followers broke a million.
Minutes after posting, comments flooded in.
[Beautiful, so beautiful, I’m dazzled.]
[Is this my wife? Cherry beauty muah >3<]
[Dear gods, I vow to eat vegetarian for three years in exchange for being born with this face in my next life.]
Reply: [I’ve been vegetarian for five years.]
[I’ve been vegetarian for ten years.]
[Do we really have to compete? I’ll be vegetarian for life! Dear gods, give me a chance, thank you [backpack].]
Just as Yan Man was about to exit, she noticed Feng Ting had liked her post.
Shortly after, his message slid down: [Sister, still awake?]
Yan Man thought he had something to say: [What’s up?]
Feng Ting: [Wait for me.]
She unmuted her phone, thinking Feng Ting was doing something, but just a few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Feng Ting’s voice came through, “Sister.”
Yan Man turned to look at Zhou Xuan. After exchanging glances, she changed her clothes and walked to the door.
“Is something the matter?”
Feng Ting looked somewhat aggrieved, “Sister, today on set, you didn’t acknowledge my greeting.”
“Oh,” she said, “Maybe I was too focused on filming and didn’t hear you.”
Feng Ting: “What about tonight? Are you alone?”
At this point, Yan Man suddenly paused.
Feng Ting: “Will you be bored? Do you need me to keep you company? I just saved a bedtime story; you might like it.”
In his eyes was unmasked, straightforward affection.
In a flash, she suddenly remembered Zhou Xuan explaining to her that things were messy in the industry, with fleeting affairs common, even the term “set couple.”
As long as mutual attraction sparked, they’d become bedmates during filming and part ways once shooting ended.
After all, places saturated with power and beauty were always filled with absurdity.
Deadly, too deadly.
This kid was only a few years younger than her, yet he played these games so smoothly.
And here she was, genuinely treating him like a younger brother.
But what was even deadlier was the next moment—
The door to Ye Lin’s room opened.
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