Ji Dongyang was waiting a few meters away, staring at Zhou Yining, who was squatting on the ground. He took a deep breath and looked away, unable to bear the sight.

The scene continued.

The man clutched his abdomen and fell to the ground, groaning.

Soon, people who heard the noise gathered around. Someone shouted, “Ah, murder!”

Pei Yuan suddenly lifted her head. The blood on her face and hands frightened everyone. Screams filled the corridor. Timid women ran away. Everyone was here for fun; no one wanted to get hurt or involved. In an instant, the corridor was in chaos.

Staff rushed over quickly. Someone called 120, and someone called the police.

The man’s friends arrived, found him lying on the ground, and cursed at Pei Yuan. “Crazy woman! If you can’t afford to play, don’t come! If anything happens to my buddy, you’re dead!”

Pei Yuan was a regular at the bar. Many men remembered this beautiful woman. Plenty of men wanted her, but no one had ever been able to take her away. They had made bets behind her back: whoever could take her away was the boss.

He grabbed Pei Yuan by the collar. Pei Yuan had already entered a frantic state of self-defense.

Zhou Yining’s mind drifted between clarity and chaos.

She still remembered she was acting, remembered her lines, her movements, her expression…

She grabbed the knife from the ground.

“Crazy woman…”

The man quickly grabbed her wrist.

On the other side, Lu Yanzhou pushed through the chaotic crowd, rushing to the front. He pulled the man away. Pei Yuan’s knife slashed down violently. To prevent her from hurting anyone else, Lu Yanzhou raised his arm to block. Soon, his left forearm was cut, and blood quickly flowed out.

Unlike her panicked screams just now, Pei Yuan saw Lu Yanzhou’s face clearly and stared blankly at his bleeding arm.

It was utter chaos. Bar security stepped forward to subdue Pei Yuan.

Enduring the pain, Lu Yanzhou pulled Pei Yuan into his arms and said calmly, “I’m sorry. She is my patient. I am a psychiatrist.”

Everyone froze, daring not to move.

So she really was a lunatic.

…

The chaos continued. Zhou Yining buried her face in Ji Dongyang’s chest. The scene was still playing out; Ji Dongyang was still reciting lines. She listened blankly, her body trembling slightly.

The next instant, he picked her up.

A minute later, Wei Zhong shouted excitedly, “Cut! Pass!” Such a long take, a climax of the script, they had rehearsed and discussed it several times, but no one expected such an important scene to pass in one take. Wei Zhong had filmed movies for so many years and had never encountered such a situation. His excitement was beyond words as he praised Zhou Yining generously: “Wonderful! That segment was filmed excellently. Yining’s performance just now was also exceptional.”

Zhou Yining was still being held by Ji Dongyang. Her consciousness cleared slightly, but her body felt drained, completely devoid of strength.

Ji Dongyang had no intention of putting her down, tightening his hold on her.

A Ming and Zhang Ran were anxious watching from the side. So many people are watching! The scene is over, and he’s still holding her!

Everyone isn’t stupid! They have eyes!

Wei Zhong finally noticed something was wrong. “What’s wrong with Yining?”

Ji Dongyang pursed his lips. “She faints at the sight of blood.”

“Ah, so it’s hemophobia.”

Everyone had been wondering, but hearing this, they understood. To persist for so long despite fainting at the sight of blood, that’s dedication.

Zhang Ran quickly stepped forward. “Right, right, right. Yining faints at the sight of blood. Dong-ge, sorry to trouble you, please help me take her to the rest room.”

Ji Dongyang gave a low “Mm” and walked away holding Zhou Yining.

Wei Zhong reacted, coughing a few times. “Since Yining faints at the sight of blood, we’ll stop filming this scene here. Everyone take a break.”

He watched Ji Dongyang’s retreating back. That guy is probably really in love.

A Ming quickly added, trying to cover it up, “Last time when filming Taiping Dynasty, Miss Zhou fainted at the sight of blood once too. Hemophobia isn’t actually that rare. My cousin faints at the sight of blood; that’s exaggeration, she sees blood and drops straight to the ground…”

Yu Yuanhang next to him rested his chin on his hand, looking at A Ming.

Zhou Yining fainted at the sight of blood while filming Taiping Dynasty? He was in the Taiping Dynasty crew too; how come he never heard about it?

Ji Dongyang carried Zhou Yining back to the rest room and placed her on a chair.

Zhou Yining looked up at him. Ji Dongyang looked at Zhang Ran. “Towel.”

Zhang Ran hurried to get a towel.

Ji Dongyang took the wet towel from Zhang Ran and gently wiped Zhou Yining’s dirty face.

Zhou Yining’s eyes were moist and bright, watching him constantly.

Ji Dongyang cleaned her face, then lifted her hand, wrapped it in the towel, and cleaned her fingers one by one.

Bit by bit, focused and serious.

As if cleaning her hands was the most important thing to him.

Zhou Yining’s eyes stung. She took a deep breath to suppress the urge to cry.

Zhang Ran watched from the side, blushing.

When Dong-ge is gentle, it’s really fatal.

She made an excuse: “I’ll go buy something warm for Yining to drink.”

Zhang Ran left.

Zhou Yining hugged Ji Dongyang’s waist, burying her face in his abdomen, and spoke dryly, “You… how did you know I faint at the sight of blood?”

She didn’t actually faint at the sight of blood, but how could she say it?

She hadn’t figured it out yet.

Ji Dongyang looked down at her soft hair, placing his hand on her head and rubbing gently. “Your face was pale. I guessed.”

If there are things she doesn’t want to say, he’ll just pretend not to know.

“Feeling better?” he asked.

Zhou Yining didn’t know what she was thinking. Her head remained buried, as if she hadn’t heard him.

He rubbed her head again. Only then did Zhou Yining lift her head. Her face was very pale and small, her eyes a little red. “I actually don’t faint at the sight of blood.”

Ji Dongyang looked at her.

Zhou Yining covered her face. “I’ve killed someone… but he didn’t die. Almost died… then was saved…”

She lowered her hands, her slender white fingers intertwining tightly. “That gun you gave me that night… later, I fired a shot. It was also in a bar. That man tried to assault me. I… it was chaotic back then, very similar to Pei Yuan’s scene in the script. Actually, I was very scared at that time.”

Ji Dongyang hadn’t expected such a sequel to the gun. It was hard to imagine the panic of an 18-year-old girl after shooting someone. He was stunned for a moment. Zhou Yining lowered her head, then suddenly looked up again. “But I don’t regret it. Don’t you regret giving me that gun either.”

Ji Dongyang pulled her into his arms, his voice hoarse too. “Mm. No regrets.”

Ji Dongyang picked her up, sat on the chair, and let her sit on his lap. “Were you hurt?”

Zhou Yining shook her head. “No. Just locked up for a few days.”

Ji Dongyang frowned, silent.

His heart ached.

Zhou Yining forced a smile. “Don’t be so serious. It’s all in the past. I just wanted to tell you.”

Ji Dongyang pressed his lips together, rested his chin on her shoulder, and kissed her ear with the side of his face.

If only it were really that simple.

Zhou Yining didn’t tell him that after firing the gun, she had a complete emotional breakdown and was taken away by the police. Later, Zhou Lihui and Qin Yuan used some method to get her out and forcibly sent her to receive psychological treatment.

Those chaotic years.

Those were things she didn’t want to mention.

She hoped he would never know.

…

That night, Ji Dongyang didn’t stay at the hotel. He took Zhou Yining home. As soon as they entered the door, they kissed.

Zhou Yining was passionate as fire; Ji Dongyang ignited instantly.

They had filmed a big scene last night, so their scenes were scheduled for the evening and night today. There was no rush to go to the set. It was a rare moment of leisure. Because of last night’s… both slept deeply. Zhou Yining’s chaotic and anxious emotions from the scene had been calmed by last night’s lovemaking. When she woke up, apart from the soreness between her legs, she was in high spirits.

Ji Dongyang was still asleep, wearing an eye mask, his lips pressed tight.

She leaned over and kissed his lips.

Ji Dongyang moved, pressing her back into his arms, his voice raspy. “Sleep a little longer.”

Zhou Yining laughed, lay in his arms for a while, then climbed up.

Wearing a black slip nightgown, she walked into the kitchen.

Unfortunately, apart from fruit, her kitchen had no vegetables or anything.

Sitting on the sofa, she opened her phone to order takeout.

Ji Dongyang needed to eat light, no spicy food. He liked beef and fried eggs. Plus, recently, whenever he had free time, he was working out. He didn’t even eat the crew’s boxed lunches anymore, sticking to fitness meals, probably preparing for the upcoming two intimate scenes since he would be shirtless on camera. Ji Dongyang had a great body, not lacking a single required muscle, but muscles needed exercise to maintain, and he couldn’t eat too many high-calorie foods. So, a steak set it is.

After Zhou Yining ordered takeout, she heard a noise behind her and looked back.

Ji Dongyang walked over and threw a jacket on her. “Put it on.”

Zhou Yining smiled and put it on. “I ordered takeout. We can eat soon.”

Ji Dongyang gave a “Mm” and turned back to the bedroom.

After a while, she heard the sound of water.

He was showering.

Zhou Yining remembered the crazy things they did last night, patted her face, and suppressed the impulse.

The takeout arrived within an hour. Zhou Yining arranged the food on the table, both Chinese and Western dishes. Laying it all out, she realized she seemed to have ordered too much.

Ji Dongyang glanced at it and said, “It’s fine. We can finish it.”

Zhou Yining raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand to look at him. “Consumed too much energy last night? Then eat more. I need to take good care of you…”

She said such things with a straight face. Ji Dongyang looked at her, somewhat helpless. “Because I didn’t eat breakfast.”

Zhou Yining laughed. “Then you should still eat more.”

Zhou Yining was a picky eater. She picked out some side dishes, carrots and green peppers piled up in a small mound.

Ji Dongyang frowned. “Zhou Yining, you didn’t eat these things when you were little either?”

Zhou Yining: “No. No one managed me when I was little. I ate whatever I wanted…”

She paused. “I don’t like eating carrots.”

Zhou JiaHui loved carrots. When they were little, almost every dish had shredded carrots mixed in. Most of the dishes on the table were ones Zhou JiaHui liked. The cook rarely made what Zhou Yining liked, and even when she did, it wasn’t to her taste.

Ji Dongyang looked at her for a while, then put the carrots into her bowl. “Eat them.”

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