Chapter 6

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The first official shoot finally began.

Standing on the stairs, Xia Xingcheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he heard the director shout action, he quickly ran upstairs.

Yang Youming looked at him from the top of the stairway.

After Xia Xingcheng saw him, he paused for a moment and made to to walk past him.

It was very quiet around them. All the staff stayed out the frame without making a single sound.

Xia Xingcheng was very nervous, which perfectly integrated with the tension that Fang Jianyuan was supposed to feel at this time.

When he passed Yang Youming, he even deliberately avoided touching his body.

Then, Yang Youming made a move, grabbing Xia Xingcheng’s arm and pushing him against the wall of the corridor.

Xia Xingcheng looked at the other man with wide eyes.

Yang Youming said, “Did you go out to play?” His voice was even deeper than before.

Xia Xingcheng didn’t answer.

Yang Youming raised his eyes, his fingers pushing back the hair on his forehead. “Did you go out with your classmates? Look, you’re sweating.”

Yang Youming delivered the exact same lines and actions as before, yet Xia Xingcheng somehow felt a greater sense of oppression. He tried to convince himself that this man was not Yang Youming, but Yu Haiyang.

Xia Xingcheng wanted to push him away, but halfway through the motion, Yang Youming’s lips were already on his.

This was not Xia Xingcheng’s first kiss scene, but it was his first time kissing a man. It was also his first kiss in front of the camera that wasn’t a simple light touch of lips, but a deep interlocking of mouths and tongues.

Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng had only ever kissed women in the past, all soft—never eager and strong men. Xia Xingcheng’s eyes were wide open, and his ears, with the exception of a slight noise from the running machines, could only hear the sound of their kissing, which made him gradually unable to resist. The kiss was completely commandeered by Yang Youming. His body was unable to reject it, and his heart became more and more afraid.

Xia Xingcheng began to slowly shrink back, and at the same time, he slightly pushed at Yang Youming. He thought that He Zheng would call for a stop—but he didn’t.

Xia Xingcheng himself wanted to stop.

Right then, Yang Youming took the initiative to step back. He buried his head in Xia Xingcheng’s neck, panting heavily and gasping for breath.

Xia Xingcheng didn’t know whether he was acting or not. If he really was acting, it was too realistic. But if it wasn’t an act, this situation would inevitably embarrass Xia Xingcheng.

Then, Yang Youming kissed Xia Xingcheng’s neck.

The hot and wet touch of his lips instantly made Xia Xingcheng’s scalp numb. He could feel his face getting hotter and hotter. He didn’t know if it could be captured by the cameras, but the on-scene crew must have seen his flushed face by now.

Yang Youming continued, kissing Xia Xingcheng’s stiff neck—but not so hard this time. Perhaps he wanted to avoid leaving marks on his fair skin.

Xia Xingcheng raised his head and saw the messy studio wiring overhead. His gaze was out of focus, and his whole body trembled when he felt Yang Youming lift the hem of his shirt.

Yang Youming must’ve been aware of it. He gently kissed Xia Xingcheng’s trembling throat, let him go, and stood up straight. Xia Xingcheng’s eyes fell on Yang Youming’s face. Yang Youming was looking at him, his gaze gentle, carrying a touch of tenderness.

Yang Youming touched his face and softly said, “Don’t be scared.”

This wasn’t written in the script. Xia Xingcheng didn’t know how to respond, but then Yang Youming took him by the hand and walked towards the room.

At the moment his feet moved, Xia Xingcheng realised that his legs felt weak.

The instant Xia Xingcheng walked into the doorway, the director called for a stop.

Yang Youming immediately let go of his hand, and Xia Xingcheng felt a gust of wind washing over him, cold and faint. He broke out in sweat, and his back was completely drenched.

He leaned against the door, concealing his collapse while he stared at Yang Youming.

The tender love in Yang Youming’s eyes had completely disappeared, and there was no shortness of breath or violent gasps. Everything was quiet. He turned to He Zheng and watched the footage with him.

Xia Xingcheng stood still and lowered his head to hide the fact that he wasn’t able to control his emotions. He stuck the back of his hand to his face and felt that his face was still terribly hot.

Huang Jixin went up to him and asked him, “Is everything okay?”

Xia Xingcheng whispered, “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

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