Chapter 6
Shang Zhier felt like laughing when he treated him like this, as if this was a matter of life and death.
"Is your hand or mine?" Shang Zhier asked.
Yan Huai bit his lip, "Mine."
It seems that his hands are not in good condition when he goes to kiss Shang Zhier, and he might end up with saliva all over his body.
"Okay." Shang Zhier raised his chin and motioned him to cover his mouth with his hand.
Yan Huai covered his mouth with his palm. Shang Zhier slowly approached him and kissed the back of his hand. His body trembled and he lost his balance and fell backwards.
Shang Zhieryi put his arm around his waist and said indistinctly, "Stand firm."
"Yeah." Yan Huai's thin lips were pressed against the palm of his hand, and his peach blossom eyes stared blankly at Shang Zhier. For convenience, Shang Zhier did not wear glasses. Yan Huai felt that he looked a little strange like this.
The long stare made Yan Huai blush. He closed his eyes, but heard: "Open your eyes and remember this feeling."
Remember the feeling of kissing Shang Zhier, not He Xuan.
Yan Huai had no choice but to open his eyes. Shang Zhier's hands were lingering on the hem of his sweatshirt, as if asking if it was okay. He was a little confused at the moment, and nodded vaguely, tacitly approving of Shang Zhier's behavior.
Shang Zhier's hand touched his waist, and his large, hot palm touched his skin.
The heat made him shiver and groan.
Shang Zhier didn't take any further action, but just hugged him quietly, kissed the back of his hand, and stared into his eyes.
Yan Huai pushed Shang Zhier away with both hands, lowered his head and gasped for breath.
Why do I feel short of breath even though we haven't actually kissed?
Yan Huai fell on the sofa and took the pillow to cover his face.
Shang Zhier took two bottles of mineral water and unscrewed one: "Drink some water."
Yan Huai took the bottle and drank half of it.
Shang Zhier finished drinking the water and asked, "Do you want to try again?"
Yan Huai thought about tomorrow's shooting and nodded with gritted teeth.
Another round ended, and Yan Huai's brain completely froze and stopped working, turning into a mess.
What am I doing?
I'm actually doing this kind of thing with Shang Zhier?
Am I crazy?
Yan Huai stared at the ceiling and began to doubt his life.
When Shang Zhier proposed it, he nodded in agreement as if he was bewitched.
"Shang Zhier..." Yan Huai turned around and said, "Are you under a spell?"
Shang Zhier chuckled and put on his glasses: "How is that possible? Where can I learn it?"
There was no poison, but it was true that he was lured step by step.
"Wash up and go to bed early." Shang Zhier put on his coat. "Good night."
"Yeah." Yan Huai turned sideways and hugged the pillow. He didn't look at Shang Zhier's back. He only relaxed completely after hearing the door close.
The sun rises late in winter, so Lu Zheng informed them to arrive at the crew at five in the morning and finish filming the night scenes before dawn.
Yan Huai yawned while leaning against the car window. He had gotten up so early that he didn't even have breakfast. He decided to wait until the crew arrived to order takeout.
"Have you had breakfast?" Shang Zhier lowered the car window a little, leaving a gap to let in fresh air.
Yan Huai shook his head: "It's too late."
"Sandwich?" Shang Zhier pulled out a paper bag from the side. "Tomato, luncheon meat, lettuce, bread. It's not high in calories without the salad dressing."
"Eat." Yan Huai didn't eat anything yesterday and only drank water. He is so hungry now, just like a hungry wolf pouncing on its food.
He choked because he ate too quickly. Shang Zhier took out the thermos from Yan Huai's bag and drank the water.
Yuan Meng sat in the passenger seat, watching their every move through the rearview mirror. She felt something was amiss, but couldn't quite place what.
When they arrived at the crew, Yuan Meng and Yan Huai went to the dressing room first. Shang Zhier said hello to Lu Zheng and found a place to look through the script, which included the bed scene between Yan Huai and He Xuan.
"You're here so early?" Yan Huai stared at the frowning He Xuan curiously.
He Xuan nodded: "When I think about today's scene, I am so anxious that I can't sleep."
Yan Huai gave a wry smile.
"One, two, three, go!"
Xiang Shui was taken all the way to the billiard hall by Zhao Yan. Even though it was late at night, it was still crowded.
"I'm here." The bald man holding the golf club greeted Zhao Yan.
"Um."
The heating was turned on in the room. Zhao Yan took off his coat and threw it on the counter along with Xiang Shui's schoolbag, then pulled Xiang Shui to the private room.
"Can you play billiards?" Zhao Yan threw a piece of fruit candy into his arms.
Peel off the candy wrapper and put it in your mouth. It tastes minty.
"Will it?" Zhao Yan asked again.
"Won't."
Xiangshui is so busy studying every day that he has no time and no one to take him there.
"Okay, then I'll teach you." Zhao Yan picked up the golf club and walked to his side.
Zhao Yan pressed his body against his back, his breath whispering in his ear, "Hold the club in your hands, then bend down at the waist and lie down."
Xiang Shui followed his instructions.
"Did you see that? Hit the white ball. The impact of the white ball will make the other balls fall down." Zhao Yan stared at his red ears, feeling quite proud.
"Yeah." Xiang Shui moved the club as Zhao Yan did, and with a crisp sound, the ball fell into the net.
Zhao Yan smiled and said, "It went in. That's amazing."
Just when Xiang Shui wanted to continue fighting, Zhao Yan took advantage of the chaos and kissed him on the face.
The golf club fell to the ground and hit the carpet. He backed away from the water, but Zhao Yan pulled him into his arms and kissed his ears, lips, and neck.
"Don't...don't." Xiang Shui panicked.
Zhao Yan paused, buried his head in his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "But I want you."
"May I?"
Xiang Shui's eyes wandered: "Okay..."
Xiang Shui didn't remember how they left the billiard hall. He only remembered stumbling all the way, and Zhao Yan took him home with the things he bought at the pharmacy.
After closing the door, Zhao Yan pushed him onto the bed. The two of them were pressed under the bed. The mattress seemed unable to bear the weight and creaked.
Xiang Shui cried out in pain, and Zhao Yan leaned over to kiss him and comfort him.
Xiang Shui lay in Zhao Yan's arms, "You said you would never betray me."
"What if I betray you?" Zhao Yan chuckled.
Xiang Shui looked at him seriously: "Then I will kill you."
"Yeah," Zhao Yan ruffled his hair, "I understand."
"Hurry up and tell me." Xiang Shui raised her hand and stroked his cheek.
"Okay, I swear that I, Zhao Yan, will never betray Xiang Shui."
As soon as the director called out "cut," He Xuan stumbled off the bed, hugged the trash can and vomited violently.
Yan Huai was desperate to go home. He was calculating in his mind how much liquidated damages he would have to pay if he left the crew now.
"I really don't want to shoot anymore." He Xuan rinsed his mouth and squatted on the ground crying bitterly, "Fifteen times, fifteen retakes!"
Yan Huai sat on the edge of the bed and sneered, "I'm already calculating how much money to raise to pay the penalty."
The crew had gone to lunch, and the two sat inside with their computers to calculate how much compensation they would have to pay and how much money they had to pay. After seeing the sky-high figures, they fell into despair.
"I was tricked into taking this role by my agent," He Xuan said, "and now I'm on this pirate ship and can't get off."
"We're in this together," Yan Huai said. "Let's finish the filming quickly."
Shang Zhier came in with a takeaway. The two grasshoppers were wearing sports shorts and bare-chested, looking hopeless.
"Eat first." Shang Zhier opened the bag and handed the food to them.
Yan Huai bit off the fan and turned to look at him: "Shang Zhier, we are old classmates, right?"
"Hmm." Shang Zhier was confused.
"Lend me some money." Yan Huai said.
He Xuan almost spit out a mouthful of soup and coughed for a long time.
Shang Zhier really thought he needed money urgently: "How much do you want?"
Yan Huai mentioned the amount of liquidated damages, and Shang Zhier slowly spoke, "Be professional. The company has already promoted you as the lead actors, and the filming has been going on for such a long time. If you choose to leave, the efforts of all the staff will be wasted. It takes a lot to make a good movie. I know you also want to present Xiang Shui to the audience and let "Moss" appear in everyone's vision. Hang in there."
After hearing what Shang Zhier said, Yan Huai gradually calmed down. He was just acting on impulse. He was annoyed by having to reshoot the same scene over and over again, and he didn't know what the director wanted.
He nodded dejectedly and finished the vermicelli in his bowl.
After Shang Zhier left, He Xuan quickly said, "You're incredible! You dared to ask Shang Zhier to borrow money. The key is that I think he really wants to lend it to you."
Yan Huai bared his fangs viciously: "Who asked him to write the script?"
The filming lasted until 11 o'clock in the evening, but still could not satisfy Lu Zheng. He Xuan and Yan Huai were exhausted. They had retaken the scene countless times. From five in the morning until now, they had been working on a scene and were so sleepy that they could not even lift their eyelids.
The two finished work and returned to the hotel.
Yan Huai was lying on the sofa, but he found that Shang Zhier went straight back to his room after getting off the car tonight and did not come to him for the desensitization test.
--Shang Zhier, today's task is not completed, come quickly.
Ten minutes later, he opened the door and let Shang Zhier in.
"Use your hand today," Yan Huai looked up at him, "I have to learn to accept others."
"Okay." Shang Zhier didn't waste any words, took off his glasses and covered his lips with his palm.
Yan Huai grabbed Shang Zhier's collar, slid his feet, and pushed Shang Zhier onto the sofa. He then sat on Shang Zhier's lap.
His sudden action made Shang Zhier snort.
Yan Huai is still immersed in the so-called desensitization, in order to work hard to get a pass on the shot tomorrow.
Shang Zhier suddenly felt something, and he thought it was an illusion until Yan Huai licked his dry palm again.
Then Yan Huai put his arms around his neck and gently bit his palm.
Those peach blossom eyes stared at Shang Zhier innocently, as if the person who was kissing and biting was not him.
Shang Zhier felt helpless about his behavior, but he didn't stop him and let him go.
Yan Huai leaned on his chest: "Shang Zhier, what perfume are you using?"
"Do you like the taste?" Shang Zhier said, "I'll give you a bottle."
Yan Huai: "No, it's not suitable for me."
He felt that this scent was only suitable for Shang Zhier, calm, woody, and lightly fragrant.
"Why do you always wear this digital watch?" Yan Huai stared at his wrist. "Do you like it?"
Shang Zhier is not short of money and has some expensive watches. Yan Huai doesn't understand why he always wears this electronic watch. It seems that the watch only costs one or two hundred yuan and it is an old model.
"Don't you remember?" Shang Zhier's tone was steady, but his eyes were lonely.
Yan Huai looked up: "What?"
"This is a birthday present from you," Shang Zhier paused.
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