Chu Feiliang had already gone over to shoot her close-ups.
Rong Guang stood where she was. The wind made her skin feel icy, but a comforting, scorching warmth surged up from the bottom of her heart.
“Is Sister Guangguang going to wear it?” Chacha asked, tilting her head up.
She had also gone to the dressing room and pulled out a piece of clothing to wrap herself in. It was just that the clothes were too big; when she put them on, the hem reached below her knees.
Rong Guang nodded and carefully draped the jacket over her shoulders.
The jacket still held a faint residual warmth. Rong Guang carefully savored that lingering heat, adjusted the hem, and sat down to the side.
“It seems a little big,” Chacha said, blinking. She held out her hand—the outfit she was wearing was for an adult, and the sleeves were so long that only the very tips of her fingers were faintly visible.
“Yeah.” Rong Guang looked at her own as well and figured the jacket probably wasn’t a size M.
Chu Feiliang had always preferred loose and comfortable clothes, especially those made of pure cotton. The sizes she bought were usually one or two sizes too large.
But because Chu Feiliang’s own shoulder and neck lines were so perfect, whenever she wore things like those rather loose, pure cotton long dresses, she always looked exceptionally ethereal.
The jacket was the same.
It was made of a soft material, and she was particularly fond of cardigans.
Rong Guang touched it carefully.
It was so soft.
Chacha stood up and found the inner tag on the clothing. “It’s a size L.”
Rong Guang nodded, not surprised, and pulled the jacket a little closer around herself.
Her body gradually warmed up. With each breath, she could smell the faint fragrance coming from Chu Feiliang’s clothes, as if she were being held in her arms.
Chacha hadn’t finished speaking. With a mix of regret and anticipation, she said, “Then Sister Guangguang, you’d better grow up fast. What will you do if your future wife runs off with someone else?”
Rong Guang pinched her cheek with a smile and said, “I know!”
Chacha grinned and hugged her milk carton as she drank.
The reshoots for the solo close-ups were finished in just a couple of takes. This kind of thing was always a walk in the park for Chu Feiliang. The only reason they shot a few extra takes was simply because the director wanted more options to compare and choose the most suitable one.
“Alright, all units, get ready! 【The Eldest Princess】, scene fourteen, take two, first attempt, stand by!” Zhang Nanchuan announced through his walkie-talkie. Rong Guang stood up and reluctantly took off the jacket, handing it to Chacha.
Chacha blinked at the side, a knowing look on her face. “Sister Guangguang, you’ll get to hold the real person soon—hugging from top to bottom, and you even get to be pressed down. Much better than a jacket!”
Ye Zi, who was next to them, opportunistically hugged Chacha like an octopus and said, “This is way better than secretly wearing her clothes!”
Rong Guang couldn’t stand it anymore. She threw the jacket over Chacha and Ye Zi’s heads, buried her face, and fled. “…”
Following the previously rehearsed parts, the initial fight scene passed quickly.
Rong Guang was panting, pinned firmly to the bed by Chu Feiliang. Her heart was pounding wildly, ‘thump, thump.’ Her eyes, tinged with a fierce intensity, were locked on Chu Feiliang, who was pressing down on her.
Chu Feiliang’s hands were gripping her with deadly force. Rong Guang could feel the pain, and the fiery, throbbing ache in her wrists that only came when her skin was pressed to its absolute limit.
This undoubtedly helped her get into character better. Rong Guang knew this in her heart, and in reality, it was reflected in her eyes becoming even more furious, glaring at Chu Feiliang without blinking.
Chu Feiliang chuckled twice, seemingly certain that the person beneath her could no longer struggle. She raised the scissors in her other hand and, with a remarkably tender and lingering motion, gently stroked Rong Guang’s face.
Rong Guang’s breathing was ragged. The earlier struggle had nearly drained all her strength, and now even breathing seemed difficult.
“So impatient?” Chu Feiliang chuckled, slowly moving the scissors down and gently opening the tips.
As the sash on her chest was untied, Rong Guang’s expression began to change, gradually becoming one of humiliation and struggle. Her eyes reddened, her inherent stubbornness and defiance completely unconcealed.
Chu Feiliang saw it.
And then her smile grew even more wicked.
“So angry.” She flicked the scissors upward. The thin sash, already loosened by the struggle, couldn’t withstand such force at all. It instantly fell apart, successfully and completely undone.
At this, Rong Guang’s face flushed with even greater agitation. She gritted her teeth and struggled angrily, but she couldn’t even speak now, only able to express her fury with her eyes.
The two of them, from their different positions above and below—one playful and suggestive, the other struggling and unyielding—clashed with their gazes, and surprisingly, neither was outshone in the least.
Behind the camera, Zhang Nanchuan was completely stunned.
He hadn’t expected a newcomer like Rong Guang to be able to convey so much with just her eyes, and with such tension.
A pair of spirited eyes was practically a prerequisite for determining how far an actor could go in the future.
While acting skills could certainly be improved later on, that irrepressible spirit was something that couldn’t be hidden.
The two in the shot were still going.
Rong Guang couldn’t speak, but she gritted her teeth and forced out two words from deep in her throat: “Des-picable!”
Hearing such a word, Chu Feiliang suddenly burst out laughing.
As she laughed, she reached out a hand to gently touch the corner of her own eye, then said with a smile, “Have you ever seen true despicableness? Hmm?”
As soon as she finished speaking, she abruptly lowered her head, leaving not even enough space for a piece of paper between her and Rong Guang.
Nose touched nose, yet the eyes of the person on top were filled with playful amusement. She said slowly, “Today, I’ll let you have a taste of what real despicableness is… How about it?”
Rong Guang’s breath trembled. She pressed her lips together tightly and began to struggle again, futilely but unwilling to give up.
Chu Feiliang’s nose teased and lingered. The thin quilt half-covered Rong Guang’s body, revealing slender ankles that were so white they seemed to glow like jade.
The candle flame crackled in the distance. The indoor flame suddenly flared up, then returned to a stable state the next second.
Rong Guang finally realized her struggles were futile. At last, she concealed the intense hatred in her eyes and shut them tightly, no longer uttering a word.
However, the person above was not satisfied.
She traced the side of Rong Guang’s face with the tip of her nose, whispering in a low, lingering voice, “Can’t take it already?”
Rong Guang didn’t answer. Only the occasional tremble of her eyelids showed that her inner state was far from calm.
Finally, Chu Feiliang’s exploration stopped at a certain spot.
It was the outer corner of Rong Guang’s right eye, where there was a faint beauty mark.
She squinted, freed a hand, and gently touched the corner of her eye, then murmured, “This part of you… really resembles her…”
Rong Guang’s eyelid trembled violently at Chu Feiliang’s touch!
But in the next second, a voice came from outside. It was a maidservant announcing, “Reporting to the Princess—the Crown Prince and… and His Majesty are here!”
Hearing this, Rong Guang’s eyes flew open instantly!
The brilliant light that burst from her eyes, and the undisguised joy of surviving a disaster, made Zhang Nanchuan, who was behind the camera, nod his head repeatedly!
Chu Feiliang was very close to her, so her view was not only more direct but also more stunning.
She was a little stunned.
However, she reacted extremely quickly. In just a brief moment, she squinted, pressed the corner of Rong Guang’s eye again with some disappointment, and said with a touch of displeasure, “I’ll let you off for today.”
Rong Guang was overjoyed, her breath catching for a moment.
“However…” Chu Feiliang smiled again, leaned down, and gave Rong Guang’s nose a firm kiss, saying with a laugh, “We have all the time in the world.”
After saying this, she unhesitatingly rolled off the bed and strode towards the door.
The shot had to continue for a few more minutes here to capture their expressions and movements after they separated.
Rong Guang lay on the bed, listening carefully to the sounds outside. After confirming that the danger had indeed passed, she took a deep breath and finally closed her eyes in exhaustion.
Meanwhile, Chu Feiliang, having left the room, paused at the door for a few seconds, then gently touched her own eye with one hand.
Then, with her finger, she gently touched the corner of her eye.
Her closed eyes hid the thoughts within, but her gaze shot toward a certain spot on the bookshelf.
After staring for a few seconds, she finally walked away.
“Cut—!” Zhang Nanchuan excitedly raised his walkie-talkie, the first to stand up from behind the monitor and give the two of them a round of applause.
The sound of clapping was incessant. With Zhang Nanchuan leading the way, the entire set soon erupted in thunderous applause.
“One take!” Zhang Nanchuan gave Chu Feiliang and Rong Guang a thumbs-up as they came down. He couldn’t help but let his gaze fall on Rong Guang, his praise unconcealed. “Rong Guang’s performance was excellent. You’re like a bamboo shoot after the rain, breaking new ground—daring to break conventions, able to play along with Xiao Chu like this. You’re very good.”
Rong Guang was taken aback, finally understanding Zhang Nanchuan’s meaning. She quickly waved her hands and said with a smile, “Director, you’re too kind. It was all Teacher Chu leading me.”
Although she could have performed well on her own, if her partner hadn’t been Chu Feiliang, Rong Guang couldn’t guarantee she would have passed in one take.
She might not even have been able to achieve such a full emotional state.
“Hey,” Zhang Nanchuan shook his head. “Modesty is a good thing, but excessive modesty is disingenuous. I’m praising you, so just accept it. Being praised by me will be something you can mention when you audition for roles in the future.”
Rong Guang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
But she couldn’t deny that what Zhang Nanchuan said was true.
Zhang Nanchuan’s praise had always been something of a legend in the industry.
The last person he had praised profusely, even raving about on Weibo and in shows, was Chu Feiliang.
And Chu Feiliang’s current achievements were there for all to see.
Many actors collaborated with Zhang Nanchuan for the sake of the film, on one hand. On the other hand, various companies wanted to send their artists to him, hoping Zhang Nanchuan could properly coach them and help them achieve a breakthrough.
Even if they couldn’t achieve a breakthrough, as long as Zhang Nanchuan gave a hint of his opinion, many people would know what kind of position they could ultimately reach.
—The company would then be better able to decide whether to continue investing in that artist.
Since Zhang Nanchuan had already said so much, Rong Guang stopped declining and accepted it graciously.
Chu Feiliang, who had been listening from the side, suddenly interjected at this moment, saying, “How did it feel?”
Rong Guang was stunned. “What… what feeling?”
Chu Feiliang raised an eyebrow, leaned closer to Rong Guang, and said with a smirk, “I have a new drama next year that requires it. I’ve been learning how to flirt with people recently.”
Rong Guang stared at her blankly.
Chu Feiliang said, “How did it feel to be pinned down and flirted with like that? Could you handle it?”
Rong Guang’s brain short-circuited. She understood all the words, but she completely failed to grasp the meaning behind them.
Chu Feiliang smiled, her eyes curving as she said, “I was thinking, with that level of force just now, if it wasn’t enough… maybe I should add more fire.”
“What do you think? Should I add more fire?”
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