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Chapter 313: Talking Scene, Wild Thoughts
The afternoon shoot entered an intense phase.
Yang Yurou infiltrated Ji Qing’s territory alone. After lingering for several days, she finally learned that the scoundrel Ji Qing was planning to hold a birthday banquet for himself. She found a way to mix in with a group of dancers hired to perform at the feast.
When the banquet was halfway through and the guests were thoroughly drunk, Yang Yurou stepped gracefully into the hall, wearing a fiery red, shoulder-baring gauze dress that flowed lightly around her body.
The moment the dancers entered, the guests’ eyes practically popped out of their sockets.
A beauty capable of toppling cities—this was it. She was stunning beyond words.
At the center, a handsome man in red who had been lounging lazily on a soft couch straightened up slightly, clearly intrigued as he watched the woman swaying her slender waist in dance.
Such beauty was rare.
But… was she truly a woman of the demimonde? Though she danced an erotic routine, there was not the slightest trace of vulgarity about her.
The man’s thin lips curled faintly as he sipped his wine.
Interesting.
Halfway through the dance, the breathtaking beauty suddenly leapt into the air.
The crowd gasped in shock. Someone shouted loudly, “Protect my lord!”
Yet the dancer merely vaulted over a low table and landed directly in Ji Qing’s arms, and Ji Qing naturally wrapped an arm around her waist.
Yang Yurou used every trick she had to seduce him. Her original plan was to take advantage of his moment of relaxation, pull the hairpin from her head, and stab it straight into his heart. But she soon discovered that no matter how carefree and dissolute this man appeared, he instinctively guarded his vital points.
If she couldn’t kill him in one strike, revenge would be impossible—and escaping afterward would be even harder.
So Yang Yurou abandoned her initial assassination plan. She needed timing—a moment when Ji Qing truly let his guard down.
A beauty throwing herself into his arms clearly pleased Ji Qing. Holding her waist, he gave a wicked smile. “Beauty, what’s your name?”
Yang Yurou hooked an arm around his neck, red lips parting as she breathed softly, “In reply to my lord, this humble one is called Rou’er.”
Ji Qing raised his cup, took a mouthful of wine, then lowered his head to feed it to her.
At this moment, Yang Yurou’s gaze toward him should have been struggling, hesitant, and then resolute.
But instead, the beauty stared blankly at the man’s wine-dampened thin lips.
Yes—she froze.
“Cut!” Director Wang shouted angrily. “Dan Shui! What are you doing? How can you space out at a moment like this? You’re driving me crazy!”
Fortunately, this part was shot in close-up and could be separated from the earlier footage. Otherwise, Director Wang’s anger wouldn’t have stopped at shouting.
“Director, I’m sorry. Let’s do it again,” Nan Xun said apologetically, hurriedly covering her flushed face as she got up from Ou Qian’s arms.
Ou Qian admired her reddened cheeks and gracefully spat the baijiu from his mouth back into the cup.
For realism, Director Wang had prepared real baijiu for him—high-proof, at that.
Nan Xun quietly apologized to him as well. “Sorry, Ou Qian.”
Ou Qian smiled faintly and comforted her in a low voice. “Don’t be nervous. It’s just feeding you a sip of wine mouth to mouth. I won’t do anything excessive.”
Nan Xun: !
Holy crap! What did her idol just say?
She stared at him in disbelief.
Just mouth-to-mouth feeding wine? Nothing excessive?
Then what exactly did you want to do that would be considered excessive?!
Hearing this only made Nan Xun even more worked up.
Earlier, Director Wang had said that scripts were one thing, but actual filming was another, hinting that Dan Shui wouldn’t shoot overly explicit scenes. So even when Nan Xun later saw many bold scenes added to the new script, she hadn’t worried. Back then, she didn’t know that the role of Ji Qing would be played by her idol—she had absolutely no intention of filming intimate scenes with other men.
But now that she knew it was her idol, and Director Wang had informed her that the尺度 would not be reduced and told her to prepare herself mentally, Nan Xun had been in a state of excitement all day.
Intimate scenes! Lots and lots of them! Just her and her idol!
During the afternoon shoot, it took Nan Xun quite a while to get into character. But just now, when Ou Qian leaned in to kiss her, she got so excited that she accidentally broke character again.
The next few takes went the same way. Every time Nan Xun saw Ou Qian’s thin lips approaching hers with wine in his mouth, her face flushed uncontrollably. She tried hard to convey Yang Yurou’s emotions, but while her eyes could deceive people, her body’s reactions could not. Her face really turned red far too easily.
Nan Xun admitted she couldn’t control it herself.
Director Wang roared angrily, “Where’s the makeup artist? Powder Dan Shui’s face—heavily!”
After four NGs, the fifth take finally passed. Ji Qing’s thin lips gently pressed against Yang Yurou’s, feeding the baijiu into her mouth.
Nan Xun felt something soft slip inside, startling her so badly that her eyes flew wide open. But soon, the harsh burn of the liquor made her cough, and that fleeting sensation almost seemed like an illusion.
But she knew—it wasn’t.
Damn it, Ou Qian, you liar!
Seeing the woman in his arms in such a sorry state, Ou Qian burst out laughing.
Remembering she was still filming, Nan Xun immediately slipped back into character. After coughing, she shyly hooked her arms around his neck, letting him lift her up and hold her close.
The man carried the stunning dancer toward the backyard, leaving the banquet guests behind with knowing smiles.
Director Wang was extremely satisfied with this scene, especially the brief wine-feeding moment.
Tsk, it was perfect. Ou Qian portrayed Ji Qing’s decadent, lazy allure far beyond expectations, and Dan Shui captured the struggle, hesitation, and ultimate helpless compromise in a single instant. Aside from her slightly exaggerated surprise when swallowing the wine, everything else was flawless.
The next scene would be shot on the bed and required nightfall, so Director Wang mercifully gave the entire crew a break. The extras playing banquet guests naturally left early as well.
Actual sex scenes were out of the question, but there was something called “hazy beauty.” Director Wang’s philosophy was clear: if you can’t show it openly, suggest it subtly.
Thinking about the upcoming scene, Nan Xun was so nervous she kept drinking water, her heart pounding wildly.
A bed scene… damn, so nerve-wracking. Should she take the chance to cop a feel?
Ou Qian appeared behind her at some point and called her name, startling Nan Xun so badly she nearly jumped.
“Ou Qian!” She still looked every bit like a fangirl when facing him.
He sat down beside her and said, “Dan Xiaoshui, this is the real world, not two-dimensional. You don’t have to call me ‘Ou Qian-dada.’ You can call me what everyone else does—Teacher Ou, or… Brother Qian.”
With a face red as a tomato, Nan Xun softly called out, “Brother Qian.”
Ou Qian hummed in response and seriously opened the script to discuss the scene with her.
Nan Xun hurriedly tossed aside all the inappropriate pink bubbles in her head, flipped to the same page, and listened attentively.
Pointing at a passage in the script, Ou Qian said solemnly, “Look here. On the bed, we’ll have a simple back-and-forth. When I’m at my most aroused, you reach toward the hollow behind my heart—but even at the height of desire, I still catch your hand. This scene looks simple, but it’s actually very difficult.”
Nan Xun: …
Damn it, could you please use the characters’ names when discussing the scene? Stop saying ‘you’ and ‘me’—it’s way too easy to let the imagination run wild!
Chapter 314: Can I Chase You, Ge?
Nan Xun forcefully resisted the urge to cover her idol’s mouth and asked humbly, “Ge, then what do you think is difficult about this part?”
Ou Qian didn’t answer right away. He looked at Nan Xun and suddenly asked curiously, “Dan Xiaoshui, have you ever had a boyfriend before?”
Nan Xun froze for a moment and said no. Then she quickly added, “Does an imaginary boyfriend in my head count?”
Ou Qian paused, clearly not expecting that kind of answer from her.
“Heh, you’re really cute,” he chuckled softly, a hint of pleasure flashing through his eyes.
After laughing, he got back to business. “Dan Xiaoshui, if you’ve never dated before, then you need to pay even more attention to timing.”
Nan Xun was completely confused. “Pay attention to what timing?”
Ou Qian replied seriously, “The timing of when your hand reaches toward my lower back. You need to observe my expression—figure out when I’m the most excited, and strike at that exact moment.”
Nan Xun: !
Holy crap—she just heard a dirty line come straight out of her idol’s mouth!
Was it really okay to talk dirty so seriously?!
“Th-this… this probably doesn’t need to be that precise, right? I mean, when it airs on TV, it’ll be… the edited version anyway,” Nan Xun suddenly started stuttering.
Ou Qian frowned slightly, his expression solemn. “As an actor, you can’t consider external factors too much. You only need to do your best to fully convey your part of the scene. If you yourself aren’t serious, the audience will sense your perfunctoriness. Editing isn’t omnipotent—it won’t turn an actor who can’t act into a master performer.”
Nan Xun nodded repeatedly, hugging her knees as she admitted obediently, “You’re right, Ge. From now on, I’ll put my heart into every single scene.”
Ou Qian gave a light “Mm.” “As long as you understand.”
They both fell silent, the atmosphere turning a bit awkward.
After a while, Nan Xun asked softly, “Ge, you know so much… did you have a girlfriend before you started acting?”
She specified before acting because hardcore fan Dan Shui had already dug up her idol’s entire dating history after he entered the industry. Although rumors with actresses popped up from time to time, they were all eventually proven false—just hype created by the actresses’ teams.
Ou Qian looked at her. The corner of his lips lifted slightly, then quickly flattened again as he replied calmly, “No. Before I entered the industry at nineteen, my family was a mess—I had no mind for that kind of thing. After that, I was too busy filming and had no time.”
Hearing this, Nan Xun felt a little thrill inside.
Everyone said the entertainment industry was a filthy melting pot, but her idol was different—clean, like a cake no one had ever taken a bite out of. Tempting, really.
The man in front of her was still wearing that flamboyant robe from the drama, his silver hair making her daze slightly.
In a sudden impulse, Nan Xun blurted out, “Ge… can I chase you?”
Can I pursue you?
Ou Qian was stunned. He knew this girl was bold, but he thought she only dared to act shameless online. Now she was confessing to his face?
Thinking he was about to refuse, Nan Xun immediately started counting on her fingers. “Ge, I can do laundry, I can cook, I can warm the bed, I can give massages. I can kiss-kiss and pa-pa-pa. So please accept this all-around super fangirl!”
Even though her face was red as a monkey’s butt, she stared straight at him, eyes unbelievably bright.
Ou Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if pondering something.
Suddenly, he let out a low chuckle. “Dan Xiaoshui, you’re still too young. You can’t clearly distinguish infatuation from liking. What you feel for me may just be admiration-born obsession, not the kind of affection between a man and a woman.”
Nan Xun felt like she’d been gently rejected, but she refused to give up. “You’re not me, so how do you know what I feel is just a fan’s infatuation and not romantic interest?”
After a pause, she asked again solemnly, “Ge, can I chase you? Don’t worry—I’ll do it secretly. I won’t cause you any trouble. Before I become an empress-level actress worthy of standing beside you, I won’t make our relationship public!”
He hadn’t even agreed yet, and she was already saying our. Her skin was really thick.
Ou Qian kept laughing softly.
This little girl was still a newbie, yet she was already dreaming of becoming an empress—ambitious indeed.
“You can,” he said with a pleased expression. “But I’m not easy to chase.”
With that, he stood up and left.
Nan Xun stared blankly at his back.
So… that means he agreed?
Ou Qian agreed to let her chase him?
Ahhh! So exciting!
Nan Xun covered her mouth with one hand and giggled secretly.
At that moment, Little Eight—who had been quiet for a long time—suddenly shouted, “It dropped! Honey, the big boss’s malice value just dropped by 2 points! Damn, finally some movement! If nothing happened, I would’ve thought my system was broken.”
“It dropped just like that? So suddenly?” Nan Xun was shocked.
Confessing to her idol every day online didn’t lower it at all, but now it suddenly dropped?
So you had to confess in person for it to work?
Hahaha—Nan Xun was over the moon. Confessing was easy! From now on, she’d confess to her idol every single day!
Filming time arrived. Director Wang shouted, and all staff took their positions.
Since this was a bed scene in a cramped space—and an ambiguous one at that—Director Wang cleared out all unnecessary personnel, leaving only the lighting crew and cameramen.
This time, three cameras were used: two focused on Ji Qing and Yang Yurou’s expressions, and one handled both long and close shots.
“1, 2, 3—action!”
Night fell.
Ji Qing carried the newly acquired stunning beauty back to his bedchamber. Yang Yurou couldn’t handle alcohol—after being forced to drink a cup at the banquet, her cheeks were flushed and her gaze hazy, making her all the more enchanting.
The man clearly favored red. His robe was red, the bed curtains were red, and Yang Yurou, wanting to please him, wore a red gauze dress—one that would fall with a tug and tear with a rip.
Ji Qing was unusually restrained in this matter. He placed Yang Yurou on the bed and slowly untied her dress, leaving only her dudou and underpants.
Then came a close-up of his nimble fingers untying the dudou, followed by a close-up of the woman’s skin above the collarbone—giving the illusion that she was completely naked, though she was actually wearing a chest wrap.
The man’s large hand pressed into the bedding and slid downward inch by inch. The camera followed halfway before shifting elsewhere.
Next came the kissing.
His kisses were full of teasing. When Yang Yurou sank into them, he gently took possession of her.
“Cut!” Director Wang roared. “Dan Shui, are you dead? Ou Qian has already taken you—can you give me some reaction?!”
Nan Xun’s head buzzed.
She couldn’t hear anything else—only one sentence echoed in her mind:
Ou Qian has already taken you.
Even though she knew Director Wang meant Ji Qing taking Yang Yurou in the scene, Nan Xun still felt inexplicably mortified.
Chapter 315: The Kiss—It Really Happened
Nan Xun popped the pink bubbles in her head one by one and asked humbly, “Director Wang, how should I react? Should I cry out? Or maybe let out a little coquettish gasp?”
Director Wang: “…”
“Heh. You even know the term ‘coquettish gasp’? Shan Shui, remember—you’re not some succubus stealing men’s souls. You’re Yang Yurou! No gasping! I want restraint. Knit your delicate brows—at that moment your eyes should be empty, conveying a grief deeper than despair. But then you remember the extermination of your family. The emptiness slowly focuses again, filling with hatred. In an instant, you bury every emotion deep inside—your sole purpose left is to please.”
Nan Xun listened, utterly baffled. “Director Wang, all that in just one instant? I’m still inexperienced—could you demonstrate it for me?”
Director Wang: “…”
Ouyang Qian, who was sitting beside her and a little distracted, glanced over. His expression darkened slightly.
Director Wang rubbed his shiny bald head—and actually went over.
Though he was a director now, he had acted when he was younger and considered his skills pretty good. If he’d had Ouyang Qian’s face, he’d have gone viral worldwide. Later he accepted that this was a looks-driven world and moved behind the scenes—then fell headlong in love with directing.
Nan Xun quickly stood up and gave him her seat.
A big bald guy imagining himself as a peerless beauty, lying beneath the male god Ouyang Qian—too eye-searing. The crew couldn’t bear to watch.
The moment Director Wang lay down, Ouyang Qian followed Shan Shui and walked away, leaving Bald Director Wang alone on the bed.
“Ouyang Qian, where are you going? Damn it—at least cooperate with me!” Director Wang glared.
“Sorry. I can’t get into character when I see you,” Ouyang Qian replied blandly.
A few crew members snorted with laughter.
Facing that gleaming bald head, it really was hard to stay immersed.
With no other choice, Director Wang acted it out himself—pretending to be pinned by Ji Qing—and used his face to fully perform the complex emotions he’d just described.
Afterward, he coughed, got up, and asked Shan Shui, “Got it? I don’t need you to be as good as me—thirty percent resemblance will do.”
Nan Xun nodded. “Thank you, Director Wang. I think I understand.”
“Lighting ready. B-cam ready. Countdown—three, two, one, action!”
Back in costume, Nan Xun once again—
Desire filled the man’s eyes as he loosened her robes. His gaze toward the woman was casual, almost careless; even now, though his movements were urgent, they still carried a refined elegance.
Yang Yurou’s eyes went blank for a second, then a thin mist rose in them. Very quickly, however, her gaze hardened. For revenge, she could give up everything—chastity, even her life—so long as she could avenge it.
After a while, the man’s body sank. Taking the cue, Nan Xun—playing Yang Yurou—slowly opened her hazy eyes and suddenly reached toward the man’s back.
At that instant, the man’s half-lidded, intoxicated eyes snapped open. He seized her wrist, squeezing until it crackled.
Her slender wrist nearly broke under his grip.
His gaze turned icy; the earlier playfulness and elegance vanished, leaving only chill and killing intent.
In pain, Yang Yurou frowned and said softly, “My lord, what’s wrong? I just wanted to hold you.”
Ji Qing’s interest vanished in an instant. He sprang up, threw on his clothes, and coldly spat a single word: “Get out.”
Yang Yurou clenched her fists, picked up her clothes, draped them on, and limped out of Ji Qing’s bedchamber—her back to him, her gaze just as bone-chilling.
“Cut!” Director Wang was delighted. “Very good. Excellent!”
“Again—drop the bed curtains this time. I want the shadows of you entangled together,” he said, immediately having the lighting adjusted.
This time the curtains fell. All the crew were blocked by the gauze, leaving only Ouyang Qian and Shan Shui inside.
Their shadows projected clearly onto the curtains.
With a crowd, it didn’t feel like much. But now, in this narrow space with only the two of them—and the man facing her being the male god she adored—Nan Xun’s heartbeat suddenly sped up, her little face flushing again.
Ouyang Qian repeated the movements. He reached out and untied the beauty’s sash, calm and unhurried. The gauzy dress slid from her smooth, rounded shoulders and pooled behind her.
He gripped her shoulders, slowly pushed her onto the bed, then leaned over her.
Sensing Shan Shui’s tension, Ouyang Qian bent close to her ear, his voice low and gentle. “Don’t be afraid. It’s just a pickup shot—no need to get too immersed.”
Nan Xun thought: That makes it worse. Because the man in front of her was Ouyang Qian, not Ji Qing. She felt like pouncing any second.
After they overlapped, Ouyang Qian tilted his head and caught her lips, gently sucking.
Nan Xun’s eyes flew open.
It’s just a move—does it have to be this serious?
And before, it was always the neck or cheek—never the mouth!
“Shan Xiaoshui, relax. Open your mouth…” The words slipped between his lips, tinged with temptation.
Dazed, Nan Xun obediently did as told—whatever he said went.
The next second, she was kissed dizzy.
Stop kissing—one more and I’ll really think this is real, not acting.
Finally, Director Wang called “Cut!” from outside the curtains. Ouyang Qian withdrew at an unhurried pace and even gently wiped her mouth with his finger.
Nan Xun, still floating: “…”
Director Wang was clearly thrilled with the footage, chattering excitedly. “This part is perfect—tender yet teasing, totally fits Ji Qing’s persona. And here—his flirtatious charm is spot-on. As for this moment, this kiss, this movement—Ouyang Qian played it so soul-stealing. Even I’m stirred, let alone the audience. Such a pity—it’ll definitely be cut in editing…”
Nearby, two lighting assistants whispered.
Assistant A: “Did Teacher Ouyang really kiss her just now?”
Assistant B: “It looked real—not a misaligned kiss. But everyone knows Teacher Ouyang resists intimate scenes; his kiss scenes are usually angled.”
Assistant A: “No way—I’ve seen all his works! There’s a movie called A Man Like an Eagle with hot kissing and bed scenes!”
Assistant B: “You’re clueless—those can use doubles!”
Assistant A: “Fine, back to the point—did he actually kiss Shan Shui?”
Assistant B: “Probably… not? His angled-kiss skill is insane. I thought it was real—heck, I even saw tongue. So tempting.”
Nan Xun heard every word and snorted inwardly.
The Teacher Ouyang in your hearts is not like this at all.
He kissed me senseless just now—I couldn’t even tell day from night!
