“All departments, prepare. The Eldest Princess, scene seven, shot one, take one. Action!”
Rong Guang lay on the ground, her eyes clear, yet they held a faint sign of reason on the verge of shattering. She was clearly on the edge of a breaking point.
Her clothes were in disarray, a clear indication of a recent, fierce struggle.
The outer robe, so thin her delicate skin was visible, was draped carelessly over her, threatening to fall off and revealing one snow-white shoulder. The soft moonlight cast a fluorescent glow upon it, like mutton-fat jade. Her hair was disheveled, covering half her face, obscuring her true features but making her all the more alluring.
In the midst of her struggle, she heard a somewhat playful voice. Though low, it was clearly a woman’s. “Oh, look what we’ve found this time. A real beauty, no less.”
She could feel a hand slowly, very slowly, caressing her face. The air was thick with ambiguity and intimacy.
Then, the hand slowly moved from her cheek to her lips.
The thumb gently brushed against her lips a few times, then pressed firmly at the corner of her mouth, as if testing her reaction, or perhaps more like a playful, teasing flirtation.
At that moment, relying on her last shred of reason, Rong Guang suddenly opened her mouth and bit down hard on that finger!
In an instant, blood trickled from the corner of her lips!
Immediately, she shot up from the ground, her torso straight, her right hand forming a knife-hand. Clenching her jaw, she aimed a chop at the neck and shoulder of the person who stood half a head taller than her!
“Tsk.” The person whose finger was bitten frowned slightly, making an impatient sound. Her other hand lifted, seemingly casually.
And just like that, Rong Guang’s attack was easily neutralized by the person above her.
That person subdued her completely with just one hand.
Her stamina finally gave out. Rong Guang’s gaze began to lose focus, unable to converge. Even her supporting arms lost all strength, and her entire body fell backward like a floating duckweed.
Just as she was about to hit the ground, she was caught in an embrace that didn’t smell particularly pleasant, saving her from the impact.
Filled with intense unwillingness and doubt, Rong Guang’s eyes gradually filled with tears. Her jaw, clamped around Chu Feiliang’s finger, trembled. But in the end, she couldn’t fight the overwhelming dizziness and slowly closed her eyes.
Only her mouth, unwilling to yield, still stubbornly held onto the finger, refusing to give an inch.
She couldn’t bear to bite down, but according to the director’s earlier instructions for the plot, she not only had to bite but also leave a mark.
She had a small blood packet in her mouth. For the sake of realism, Chu Feiliang had even told her to bite down with all her might.
“Princess.” The lieutenant stepped forward, reaching out to pry open Rong Guang’s jaw and save the poor finger.
Chu Feiliang made a gesture, signaling the lieutenant to stand down.
Then, she frowned slightly, looking at her finger still stuck between the other’s teeth, and smiled. “Quite a feisty little wildcat.”
After speaking, she reached out with her other hand, squeezed Rong Guang’s jaw with a bit of force, and finally rescued her finger.
A trace of blood accidentally stained the corner of the person’s lips. As if finding it an eyesore, yet also as if discovering some use for it, Chu Feiliang smeared the bloodstain, rubbing it in as she slowly said, “A pity her lips are a bit dry. They need to be properly moistened.”
The person on the ground was still struggling in her sleep, but couldn’t open her eyes no matter what.
Casually flicking her finger, Chu Feiliang simply ripped off the woman’s sash, tore it twice to wrap her finger, and said, “Bring the horse.”
The lieutenant was stunned and subconsciously asked, “Princess?”
Chu Feiliang gave a playful smile, scooped Rong Guang up from the ground into a princess carry, and laughed. “Such a spirited little wildcat. I must take her back and enjoy her for a few days!”
The lieutenant said no more. He glanced at the chaotic scene around them, then lowered his head. “Yes.”
Chu Feiliang looked at Rong Guang, who was unconscious in her arms, and suddenly raised an eyebrow.
Then, she let out a “haha” and planted a kiss on the corner of Rong Guang’s still-damp eye.
A loud and unabashed ‘smack’!
The lieutenant and the city guard leading the way didn’t even look up, diligently leading the horse as if they hadn’t seen a thing.
Rong Guang, however, trembled all over. It took almost all her strength not to fall out of Chu Feiliang’s arms!
Chu Feiliang had just kissed her—not only that, but in order to lick away the teardrop at the corner of her eye, something distinctly softer than lips had touched her skin!
What… was that?
Rong Guang’s heart pounded like thunder. She wished she could open her eyes right then and there to get a good, close look.
“A beauty’s tears really do taste sweet!” Chu Feiliang mounted the horse, pinched the face and slender waist of the person in her arms, and said cheerfully, “Today is truly a day of double happiness. Rewards for everyone when we return to the manor!”
“Cut!”
The moment the director’s voice came through the intercom, Rong Guang’s face flushed red as she opened her eyes. “Don’t move.” Chu Feiliang held her by the waist, keeping her steady, and said with a frown, “We’re still on the horse.”
Rong Guang froze, only then realizing her position. She had been mounted on the horse while being held in Chu Feiliang’s arms. Right now, she was nestled against her like a ‘delicate bird,’ in a half-sideways position where she could easily fall off.
Rong Guang acknowledged with a sound, carefully wrapping her right arm around Chu Feiliang’s waist. A hot, itchy sensation spread from the corner of her eye, and she fought the urge to touch it, whispering, “Thank you, Teacher Chu.”
“No need to be so polite.” Chu Feiliang’s voice came from above Rong Guang’s head, the warm breath making her loose strands of hair tremble slightly.
The props team came on set to maintain order, some leading the horse away, others helping the actors dismount.
Rong Guang felt a little regretful after getting back on the ground, wishing she could have stayed in Chu Feiliang’s arms a little longer.
But it was too late.
She could only trot a few steps to follow Chu Feiliang over to Zhang Nanchuan’s side.
“That was a good scene.” Zhang Nanchuan nodded in satisfaction. Watching Rong Guang take the cup of water from Chacha to rinse her mouth, he asked, “How’s your hand?”
“It’s fine.” Chu Feiliang smiled, having also watched the playback a few times. “The expressiveness and everything else were good. This take is a pass, right?”
“It’s a pass.” Zhang Nanchuan was very pleased. “That final tremor was the finishing touch. Still struggling while unconscious, it fits Wen Mou’s character and situation perfectly. The dazed look in your eyes was also spot-on. Excellent, excellent. Go get ready, we’ll shoot the next night scene in a bit.”
Rong Guang watched her final tremor and was speechless for a long time.
She had been worried that momentary reaction would ruin the shot and they’d have to do another take, but it seemed… the effect was unexpectedly good?
Both of them nodded and returned to the dressing room to change.
On the way, Rong Guang followed behind Chu Feiliang with small steps, asking nervously, “Teacher Chu, how’s your hand? Did I bite you too hard?”
“It doesn’t hurt.” Chu Feiliang turned her head and glanced at her. “Besides my finger, is there nothing else you’re concerned about?”
Rong Guang’s brain stalled for a moment. She said sluggishly, “Wh-what else?”
Chu Feiliang was secretly amused. “Haven’t you read the script?”
“I have.” Rong Guang answered obediently. She knew the upcoming scenes so well she could practically recite them.
“You’ve read it, and you still don’t know?” Chu Feiliang raised an eyebrow, pushing open the dressing room door. “The next scene, the one that takes place in the early morning, is our bed scene, isn’t it?”
Rong Guang froze in the doorway, staring at Chu Feiliang’s back, stunned into silence.
Chacha looked up, confused. “Sister Guangguang, don’t be a door god, come on in.”
Rong Guang snapped back to her senses, her steps becoming even smaller.
She sidled up to Chu Feiliang like a timid young wife, then felt she was in the way and made room for the makeup artist. Only then did she say shyly, “Teacher Chu, you… you shouldn’t make a proper scene sound so ambiguous…”
It’s easy for people to get the wrong idea.
Rong Guang sighed, unable to stop herself from thinking about the movie they filmed in her past life.
Back then, because the director strived for realism, after clearing the set, the two people under the thin quilt wore only chest wraps and safety shorts.
The director, also a woman, was better at depicting the kind of environment and atmosphere that only women would be most concerned with.
The sweltering sunset outside on a hot summer day, the whirring fan blades indoors mixed with the faint hum of the air conditioner, and the burning heat and passion of skin against skin under the thin quilt… it was all still fresh and deeply etched in her memory.
Remembering the past, Rong Guang’s face turned an uncooperative shade of red, and her breathing became shallow.
Then she remembered something and felt a little disappointed.
However, to others, her expression looked like something else entirely.
“Pfft.” Shi Xiaoyun walked over to Chu Feiliang with some props and looked up to see Rong Guang’s slightly disappointed expression.
Thinking about how Rong Guang had been these past few days, she couldn’t help but want to tease her.
“Look at Rong Guang’s expression right now.” Shi Xiaoyun was selecting accessories for Chu Feiliang’s next scene, observing in the mirror as she spoke.
Chu Feiliang smilingly continued what she had intended to say earlier. “What, are you disappointed it’s not a real bed scene?”
Rong Guang immediately flushed beet red, waving her hands frantically. “No, no… I didn’t mean that!”
Chu Feiliang couldn’t stop laughing. “What a pity. I’m a little disappointed too.”
Rong Guang froze.
Shi Xiaoyun continued to suppress her laughter.
Ye Zi, who had come to hang out with Chacha, heard this. Her ears twitched sharply. She pulled Chacha into a small corner to hide, perking up her ears and covering her eyes.
Chu Feiliang’s expression was full of regret. She spread her hands, shrugged, and said, “If there were a chance, I wouldn’t mind if the director really added a bed scene.”
Rong Guang almost bit her own tongue!
Adding a bed scene was something she didn’t even dare to think about!
Before, after learning about Ji Ying’s sexual orientation, she had a tiny bit of hope that they might add a few more kiss scenes later on.
Just a tiny bit of hope.
Rong Guang was mortified by her own selfish thoughts.
But she never expected Chu Feiliang to think for a moment and then seriously ask Shi Xiaoyun for help. “Adding a bed scene doesn’t seem very feasible. Sister Shi, what do you think? Based on the last scene, I’ve already done so many suggestive things, and the ambiguous direction is pretty much established. What about adding a few more kiss scenes later? Is that feasible?”
Rong Guang was sweating profusely, her toes curling and uncurling in her slippers as if trying to grip the floor. She just wanted to find a crack in the ground to bury herself in.
This… this was just too embarrassing.
But she also had a slightly unrealistic fantasy.
Could… could they really add them?
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