Plot background——

Ah Zhao had never expected that her assassination attempt on the day of the prince's birthday banquet not only failed, but also that the mysterious young man who suddenly appeared and caused her plan to fail took her back to the mansion where he lived after the banquet.

She was too curious about his identity and decided to find an opportunity to test him, but the other party refused to give her the chance. After placing her in a yard in the backyard, he never appeared in front of her again.

Ah Zhao couldn't leave even if she wanted to. The maids and guards around her would always come forward to stop her in time and tell her that Master Zhongli would not let her run around.

Just like this a full half month passed.

On a night with few lights, Ah Zhao finally waited for him...

Accompanied by the maids' respectful greetings: "Master Zhongli."

The man in black stepped into the courtyard where pear blossoms were rustling. The night was dim and the dark light shone on his silver mask, giving it an icy edge.

The dark eyes beneath the mask glanced around. The courtyard was quiet, there was no sign of the girl, and no sound could be heard.

He paused for a moment, then walked towards the room.

As soon as he entered, a sharp palm wind came straight towards the silver mask.

His expression instantly turned cold, and he blocked the attack easily and sharply, then took the opportunity to grasp the opponent's palm and pushed it towards the position in front of him.

The girl was pulled out by a great force.

But she still did not give up. She raised her leg to attack, determined to tear off the opponent's mask and see who he really was.

However, she underestimated her opponent.

After persisting for a while, he was able to identify all of his moves and intentions within three moves, and finally his hands and feet were all clamped.

He said in a slightly angry voice: "Enough."

Ah Zhao refused to allow it. He just stared at him intently and asked, "Who are you? Are you... someone I know?"

She heard a cold male voice.

"Young lady, you are too proud of yourself. How can you dream of being noticed by a mere dancer? You just committed an act of disrespect for your superiors. You should be dragged down and beaten to death a hundred times."

Ah Zhao listened attentively to the sound of his every word, trying to hear clearly whether he was the person who had died in his memory for almost a year.

But she couldn't hear it.

She also began to deny it. Her little slave would never speak so harshly to a woman.

The girl seemed to have given up, her eyelashes drooping in disappointment, her pretty eyebrows slightly wrinkled because she felt the pain of his scratching.

Seeing this, the young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and slightly loosened his palm strength.

So it was this moment of relaxation.

The girl, who was feeling lost and sad the previous second, took advantage of the excellent position and raised her hand to grab the silver mask without hesitation.

He had no time to set up defenses.

By the time I reacted, the mask had already been taken off.

A very familiar face in memory suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The girl froze in place, a look of disbelief in her eyes.

It turned out to be him!

Her little slave, she watched helplessly as he was pushed off a cliff in front of her! He was still alive! He was still alive!

I cried with joy inside.

Then Ah Zhao didn't even think twice, raised his hand, and slapped him hard with all his strength, his voice choking with a sneer, "Is it fun to lie to me?"

“…”

"OK! Cut!"

The radio recorded Sheng Yuan's emotional line, and Director Hu called for a stop with satisfaction.

The next scene is in five minutes.

The makeup artist was quick to rush forward and complete the makeup.

Director Hu watched the playback of the previous segment twice again, then turned around and looked at Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan with a relaxed expression.

"Would you two like to rehearse the next scene first? Let's extend the intermission for another five minutes."

Sheng Yuan was about to nod and say yes.

"No need." A low, magnetic male voice has already rejected it.

Shi Yan was wearing a dark costume with a jade crown on his head, revealing his slender, cold white neck. He was sitting on a folding chair for rest. His figure was elegant and unrestrained. His eyes were slightly lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a silhouette. His profile looked a little cold.

Sheng Yuan also changed her mind and said no.

Director Hu was stunned after hearing the two people's unanimous rejection, but he didn't take it to heart because he was quite confident in the condition and performance of the two children.

After a while.

He asked everyone to get to work and put on his headset again.

“…”

The slap hit the cheek with an extremely crisp sound.

The young man didn't move at all. He lowered his black eyes and looked at the girl silently. Then the next second, he reached out and hooked his hands around her waist and picked her up.

He strode towards the inner room.

By the time the girl reacted, she had been laid down on the bed.

——Outside the set, inside the monitor.

Director Hu was concentrating, with no worried expression on his face, as he listened to Sheng Yuan's fluent responses in the headset.

The girl was stunned for a moment and struggled in panic: "What are you doing?!"

Look up.

Shi Yan held her slender white wrists on both sides, staring at her with a heavy gaze, and whispered: "I don't have extra time to explain to you now."

"You just need to listen carefully. I left you here without asking any questions. This has caused the prince to suspect that you are of unknown origin. He has sent three groups of people to try to approach this place and find out about you."

Sheng Yuan froze in alert.

"So, from now on, you have to cooperate with me in the show—"

His warm breath was close at hand, and he spoke into her ear, word by word, "Confirm your identity as a dancer."

Her emotions fluctuated greatly. Although she had a thousand questions she wanted to ask him in her heart, Sheng Yuan also understood what was more important at the moment, the present or the present. She also heard a eavesdropping figure approaching quietly outside the wooden window.

She stopped struggling.

The candles in the inner room were extinguished, leaving only two. The blurry curtains fell, and the visibility in the field of vision dropped sharply, becoming dim.

Shi Yan's broad-shouldered figure hovered above Sheng Yuan, without any movement, just showing an intimate look to the people outside.

But he gradually discovered something was wrong.

The girl's beautiful long hair like silk covered the soft pillow. Her eyes darted around, her wrists moved unnaturally in his palms, and a blush slowly crept up her fair and flawless cheeks.

Shi Yan seemed to have discovered something interesting and chuckled for no apparent reason. He suddenly remembered the teasing she had said when he was her little slave.

He took it out at this moment and returned it to her: "I heard that the men of your tribe are all strong and brave, and graceful. Could it be that Princess Zhao has never been so close to the person she loves?"

Hearing this.

She was momentarily shocked and doubted what she heard.

She was already feeling angry in her heart, angry that he hadn't died and hadn't told her about it, angry that he hadn't come to see her for a whole year, and even more angry that he was teasing her like this at this moment.

As if there was a thorn on her lips, she didn't dare to be at a disadvantage and retorted: "Of course we were close. In fact, we were much closer than you and I are now."

"Unspeakably close."

Obviously he was the one who teased her, but after getting her answer, Shi Yan didn't feel happy at all. Instead, he felt depressed.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, and without even thinking, he lowered himself towards her.

at the same time.

The camera quickly cuts to a long shot, just enough to make out the two people's shadows.

Because this scene is not the focus, you can just use the camera to do it.

Shi Yan only needs to get closer, get the angle right, and get close to Sheng Yuan's cheek to achieve the effect.

However.

Behind the curtain, in the dim and quiet visibility, Sheng Yuan could clearly feel the pleasant and cold cedar scent getting closer and closer to her, and there was no sign of it stopping.

Until—

The wrist was firmly grasped without any room for argument.

The next moment.

There was a bite on the corner of her mouth.

Thanks to the lonely baby for the monthly ticket~Kiss baby~