Rong Hang froze, his gaze still fixed on Jiang Yixing's eyes, where he could clearly see his own face reflected in Jiang Yixing's curved eyes.
A smile spread across Jiang Yixing's face, like the most beautiful fireworks in autumn, blooming in the dark night sky and illuminating everything around her.
What are you standing there for?
Jiang Yixing's voice was as sweet as honey, slowly melting into Rong Hang's heart.
He leaned forward, his height, a head taller than Jiang Yixing, completely blocking out the little light he could see.
Lips meet lips.
Rong Hang poured his love into intimate contact, tightening his arms around Jiang Yixing, pressing his waist against hers, and pulling her into his embrace.
Rong Hang's breath brushed against Jiang Yixing's ear as he repeated, "I like you."
"I like you."
Jiang Yixing's eyes were filled with laughter, and her curled eyelashes seemed to have the curve of spring.
"Me too."
Rong Hang seemed to want to meld her into his body; he was burning hot, completely unlike his usual cold and hard self.
Jiang Yixing patted Rong Hang on the back, "Alright, alright, I should go do my makeup now."
Rong Hang reluctantly let go, his fair face glistening with tears in his eyes.
The calls from the staff outside grew louder, approaching from afar, "Jiang Yixing—Rong Hang—"
Jiang Yixing tapped Rong Hang's shoulder with one hand, "Go out."
Jiang Yixing was the first to emerge from behind the set, raising his hand and shouting, "Here!"
"Oh, I've been looking for you for ages! Hurry up, I need to get my makeup done."
The staff member ran a few steps toward Jiang Yixing, peeked behind the curtain, and asked, "What were you doing just now?"
Jiang Yixing glanced back and saw that Rong Hang hadn't come out from behind the curtain yet. Her smile deepened. "They were rehearsing their lines just now."
"Acting together? With whom?"
"I'm all alone now."
Jiang Yixing walked towards the dressing room. "Hurry up, aren't we almost running out of time?"
"Okay, sure."
Once everyone in front of the stage had left, Rong Hang emerged from behind the curtain, his face flushed slightly.
Jiang Yixing let the makeup artist work on her face, her lips maintaining a consistent smile that never faded.
"Wow, Yixing, you look even better today!" the makeup artist exclaimed, patting on her foundation.
Jiang Yixing opened her eyes. The person in the mirror looked a little pale because she had just applied foundation, but her phoenix eyes were full of light.
"Because something good is happening today."
Jiang Yixing blinked.
The makeup artist was stunned for a moment. Wow, Jiang Yixing is too beautiful.
"What good news is it?"
"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."
Jiang Yixing raised a finger and held it to his lips.
Whether luring Rong Hang into saying that sentence was a spur-of-the-moment decision or a long-planned scheme, Jiang Yixing couldn't say for sure.
Perhaps it was just a momentary impulse after being moved, and that I simply expressed my innermost thoughts without reservation.
Jiang Yixing couldn't help but purse her lips, her tongue sliding across them, seemingly still carrying Rong Hang's scent.
Rong Hang's feelings are too easy to see through. He is like a blank sheet of paper. Although he is an unparalleled genius in other aspects and a king who can amaze everyone, he is still very naive in the world of emotions.
Although Jiang Yixing has lived to a ripe old age, she doesn't have a very rich romantic history, but compared to Rong Hang, she is still somewhat better.
Therefore, Jiang Yixing saw Rong Hang's undisguised gaze and unbridled favoritism.
Who wouldn't be drawn to such a sincere gaze?
Even earlier, Jiang Yixing had already fallen for Rong Hang.
After all, Rong Hang's face wasn't for nothing; which young female cultivator hadn't been attracted to him?
"One Star, you seem very happy."
Seeing Jiang Yixing's barely suppressed smile, the makeup artist couldn't help but smile as well.
“Of course,” Jiang Yixing said with her eyes closed, a makeup brush sweeping across her eyelids, leaving a light eyeshadow, “because something good is going to happen, and it’s something we’ve been looking forward to for a long time.”
"Congratulations!"
This time, the makeup artist didn't press for details, but simply offered her blessings with a smile.
"Okay, open your eyes."
The makeup artist placed her hand on Jiang Yixing's shoulder, and Jiang Yixing slowly opened her eyes.
Today's scene is the one that best showcases Yin Mengran's personal charm, so her makeup today is more powerful than usual, being more understated.
Her sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards towards her temples, and her phoenix eyes, with their softened curves, appeared even more resolute and strong. Her lipstick was a ripe cherry color, which was slightly upturned, highlighting her full apple cheeks.
The makeup artist was once again amazed the moment Jiang Yixing opened her eyes; she couldn't believe such a face came from her own hands.
Although Jiang Yixing himself contributed 90% of the talent, he still felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Jiang Yixing's appearance on set attracted a lot of attention.
Her attire was quite different from usual; she wore a close-fitting silver-white armor and carried her usual blue sword.
Jin Qiao, dressed in a light green ancient costume dress, flew towards Jiang Yixing like a green leaf.
"So beautiful!"
Before she arrived, her voice preceded her, and Jin Qiao was generous with her praise.
Rong Hang sat in a corner of the set, his gaze following Jiang Yixing ever since she appeared.
While chatting with Jin Qiao, Jiang Yixing mouthed to Rong Hang, "Is it pretty?"
Rong Hang's heart began to pound wildly again, as if it would leap out of his chest if he didn't try his best to hold it in.
Rong Hang replied almost immediately: "It looks good."
Once the words were out of his mouth, Rong Hang realized he had actually spoken aloud, but fortunately there was no one else around.
Rong Hang's deep voice drifted through the air, unheard by anyone else.
But Jiang Yixing heard it; Rong Hang's voice stood out from the noisy venue, as striking as a bell ringing in the sound of an organ.
Jiang Yixing couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Like the first blush of cherry blossoms blooming on a branch in spring, it softened the deliberately cold and aloof feeling created by the makeup. Breaking free from the cage of confinement, her soft phoenix eyes curved upwards and never drooped again.
That smile pierced through the crowd, crossed several meters of air, and came straight at Rong Hang.
He stood frozen in place, as if he had been immobilized by something, unable to move.
Until Fang Zhixing's voice rang out in front of him, "Rong Hang, Rong Hang!"
Rong Hang snapped out of his daze, and Fang Zhixing's face was close, observing why he was standing there in a daze.
Rong Hang took a step back, distancing himself from Fang Zhixing who was getting closer. "What's wrong?"
"They're filming a movie."
"good."
Rong Hang nodded.
"What were you thinking about just now? You were standing there like an idiot."
Fang Zhixing asked in confusion, "Even Rong Hang would show such an expression?"
Rong Hang lowered his eyes. Jiang Yixing was already waiting for him in the arena. She was dressed in armor and her eyes were gentle.
"nothing."
Fang Zhixing watched as Rong Hang quickened his pace. Why did he feel that Rong Hang was in a good mood today?
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