"Card!"
Director Liu, microphone in hand, brought the day's filming to a close.
Before Yan Zhuang could even recover from the amazement in his eyes, staff members came over and took the props from Yi Mu's hands.
An assistant stepped forward and draped a thin down jacket over Yi Mu, as the early spring night was still a bit chilly.
Yan Zhuang sneezed, his handsome face flushed unnaturally. His assistant arrived late, only bringing clothes and not even a cup of hot tea.
Yi Mu handed over his hot coffee, saying, "Warm yourself up."
Just as Yan Zhuang was about to decline, Yi Mu shoved the coffee into his hand without a word and turned to leave.
Yan Zhuang held the warm coffee in his hand, watching Yi Mu's departing figure, a look of longing on his face.
He liked Yi Mu. In the past two weeks of spending time together, he didn't know if he was too immersed in the role or something else, but whenever he saw Yi Mu, a feeling of joy would rise in his heart.
Like Kang Hang, Yan Zhuang followed the man's retreating figure, harboring a restless thought that was about to burst forth from its shell.
Yan Zhuang has acting experience; he started making cameo appearances in TV dramas when he was a teenager.
He is a qualified actor who doesn't let himself get too caught up in the role, blurring the lines between reality and fiction.
But for some reason, this movie made him almost lose himself.
In the play, Kang Hang is tough and appears sunny and harmless, but he is actually an excellent hunter who lures Liu Jiang, his timid prey, step by step into the trap of his love, from which he ultimately cannot extricate himself.
However, off-screen, Yan Zhuang was just a newcomer to the film industry, and was relatively unknown.
Yimu is a superstar who is the center of attention, dazzling beyond belief.
The two are like parallel lines; barring any unforeseen circumstances, they will never intersect.
But Yan Zhuang wanted to bend the two straight lines, so that there would be an unexpected event between them.
He was determined to make a breakthrough with Emu before filming wrapped.
Yi Mu returned to the hotel and took a hot shower first.
He was one of the few clean-loving outcasts among the demon race.
Most furry primates, even when they take human form, don't like to bathe.
But Yi Mu is different. It was probably because of the years he spent with Yan Shengchao that he developed this habit under Yan Shengchao's constant admonitions.
Speaking of Yan Shengchao, it's been almost half a year since they last saw each other.
He probably already has a partner, someone he'll spend his life with, someone with whom he shares not just physical pleasure, but also a deep connection of souls.
Nighttime is always a good time to reminisce about the past. Yi Mu lay in the bathtub, thinking about the past.
Yan Shengchao could easily set both of them on fire by setting himself on fire.
Doing what you love with someone you like is a very joyful feeling.
Yimu's hand slid down his firm abdomen and into the water.
On the hotel's rooftop, Yan Shengzhou had just come out of the bathroom when he saw the little fox doing something naughty in the water mirror.
A beautiful woman masturbating is a wonderful thing.
Yan Shengzhou took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and poured it down the rim of a glass.
Sitting in the large chair, he gazed at Yi Mu in the mirror, watching him bite his lip, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the movement of his fingers underwater was clearly visible.
With a satisfied groan, Yi Mu sank into the water, then floated back to the surface, his eyes flushed as if he were drunk.
Yan Shengzhou downed almost half a glass of red wine, but instead of quenching his thirst, he became even more parched.
She truly lived up to her reputation as a vixen, teasing him until he could barely contain himself, but the timing wasn't right.
Yan Shengzhou waved away the water mirror, clicked his tongue, and turned to go back to the large bathroom.
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