Ji Dongyang lowered his eyes to look at her. “We do. Director Wei will explain the scene later.”

He pulled her behind him, opened the door, and walked out.

Zhou Yining pouted and followed him. She thought they were going to rehearse privately. How could they flirt in front of so many people?

Wei Zhong was talking to the screenwriter and assistant director. Ji Dongyang led Zhou Yining over. Wei Zhong glanced at them. “You two run your lines first. We’ll shoot Lu Ling and Yu Yuanham

ng’s scene. You can go to the office to rehearse.”

Ji Dongyang nodded, looking back at Zhou Yining. “Come here.”

Zhou Yining obediently followed. Ji Dongyang led her to Lu Yanzhou’s office, where the night scene would take place.

Since there was no filming going on, the place was empty. Zhou Yining didn’t close the door; after all, it was a public area on the set. It would be strange if the two of them hid inside and closed the door. She leaned closer. “What lines were changed?”

Ji Dongyang: “You’ll know when we run them.”

Zhou Yining didn’t dare slack off. The scene tonight was crucial. Being intimate with Ji Dongyang was a private matter; behind closed doors, anything was fine. But tonight, in front of the director, cameramen, and others, no matter what, she would feel a little embarrassed.

Ji Dongyang glanced at her, walked over, closed the door, and locked it.

Zhou Yining: “…Won’t people think it’s strange if we close the door?”

Ji Dongyang looked at her. “They won’t.”

Since Wei Zhong told them to rehearse here, no one would disturb them. Besides, they were filming supporting scenes outside; everyone was busy.

Zhou Yining looked at the door. “Really?”

Just now, she had specifically left the door open, fearing others would find it strange.

“Director Wei just told me to rehearse with you.” He looked at her sideways, a smile on his lips. “There’s a movement we haven’t tried. Or do you think it’s better with the door open?”

“…”

What did he mean, she thought it was better with the door open?

Zhou Yining glared at him. “I don’t! It’s easier to get things done with the door closed.”

Ji Dongyang looked at her helplessly. The next second, the corner of his mouth curved up.

Zhou Yining remembered the movement he mentioned, it referred to being on the desk. The desk… She glanced at the large mahogany desk, inexplicably blushing and heart racing. Ji Dongyang turned to look at her. “Take off your jacket.”

Ji Dongyang was a dominant man in bed, but he usually wouldn’t say things like this, nor would he use provocative language. Hearing him suddenly tell her to undress, Zhou Yining froze for a moment, then took off her jacket. Underneath was a khaki dress that made her skin look even fairer.

He felt a bit different from usual…

Zhou Yining stood there looking at him, waiting for his next instruction.

Ji Dongyang pointed to a spot three meters in front of him. “Come over. Stand here.”

Zhou Yining walked over. Ji Dongyang asked, “You remember the lines, right?”

She nodded. “Memorized them all.”

Lines weren’t difficult for her, and there weren’t many in this segment. The main things were… movements, eye contact, and so on.

Although her recent practical experience was quite rich, she had never filmed this kind of scene before… Acting was acting. There were requirements for eye contact and expressions, angles too, not to mention several cameras pointing at them.

Fortunately, the partner was Ji Dongyang. Otherwise, she really wouldn’t know how to continue filming.

“Let’s start.”

“Okay.”

Ji Dongyang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Zhou Yining walked toward him, stood behind him, closed her eyes to brew her emotions.

When she opened her eyes, they held Pei Yuan’s gaze. Her tone was indifferent. “Doctor Lu, did you need me for something?”

She stared at his arm. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, revealing wheat-colored skin and lean, powerful muscles, wrapped in a white bandage. She remembered the scene in the bar that night again; she had slashed him.

He turned around and looked at her. “You haven’t come to my place for a few days.”

Pei Yuan chuckled lightly. “You’re not the only psychiatrist in the world. Why must I come to you?”

The calmness and disdain in her eyes irritated him somewhat.

She looked at him. “Besides, don’t you dislike getting entangled with your patients? Isn’t me staying away from you exactly what you want?”

Cold, sharp, hurtful words, one after another.

His face grew increasingly dark. At this moment, he no longer saw the woman in front of him as a patient. She was just a woman, a woman who aroused all his interest yet wanted to escape. Ultimately, it was because of the illness in her heart.

Pei Yuan could play with you, but she wouldn’t easily give her feelings. Once she developed feelings, she would want to flee. She had fallen for Lu Yanzhou, so she was escaping.

He walked quickly up to her, looking down at her. Pei Yuan was startled by the look in his eyes and took a step back. The next second, he grabbed her. “Isn’t sleeping with me what you wanted? What, you don’t want to anymore?”

Pei Yuan froze first, then frowned. “I don’t want to anymore. I’m no longer interested in you.”

“Too late.”

Lu Yanzhou suddenly cupped her face, lowered his head, and kissed her.

…

Zhou Yining’s heart softened instantly. His kiss was too familiar; their scents were too familiar. Ji Dongyang held her waist. Zhou Yining remembered Pei Yuan resisted at first, but only persisted for a minute before hugging him and kissing him back forcefully.

Both of them threw caution to the wind. Patient, inferiority, fear of getting hurt, all thrown to the back of their minds. They kissed passionately and urgently, hearing only each other’s panting.

Zhou Yining wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her face up to accept his kiss. Ji Dongyang held her waist, kissing her while guiding her backward until she was pressed against the desk. Then, with a forceful lift, she was sitting on the desk, the two still kissing.

Zhou Yining heard the clapperboard and various voices outside, separated by a wall and a door.

At this moment, it really felt a bit like an illicit affair.

For the first time, she was so nervous she forgot the next movement and line.

Ji Dongyang pulled her hands from his neck, pressed them to his waist, and whispered huskily against her lips, “Take off my clothes.”

Zhou Yining’s body stiffened, then she remembered. Her slender white hands grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled up. Ji Dongyang cooperatively raised his arms, taking off the black sweater in an instant and throwing it aside. His lean, firm body pressed against her. Zhou Yining felt like she was burning up. Her hands touched his abs, then his chest, and finally hugged his back.

The next second, he pressed her shoulders down, simultaneously unbuckling his belt with one hand. His heavy body pressed down, moving her further up the desk. The two entangled like vines on the table. Things on the desk scattered, a water cup knocked over, but no one cared.

Zhou Yining somewhat forgot the occasion, only wanting him. She impatiently lifted her legs to rub against his waist. He suddenly stopped, propping himself above her, staring at her.

Her face and body were flushed pink, her eyes moist and clear, slightly narrowed at the corners, incredibly seductive and alluring. Ji Dongyang took a deep breath, looked away, and pulled her down from the table, analyzing, “The feeling was wrong just now. You weren’t active or intense enough.”

Zhou Yining: “…”

Ji Dongyang rubbed her messy long hair, suddenly lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, “Like usual.”

“…”

Zhou Yining felt that Ji Dongyang, this man, had limitless potential. When he started teasing, she was no match for him at all. She looked up at him and smiled. “Okay. Then you better hold back.”

One more time.

Zhou Yining got into the zone more. Under Ji Dongyang’s control, almost all the movements flowed smoothly in one go.

Pressed onto the table by him again, this time not only did she lose control, but he did too.

His hand slid up from under her skirt along the curve of her body, stopping at her waist, stroking gently. Zhou Yining bit her lip but couldn’t help crying out. She didn’t remember this part being in the script…

Looking at him with watery eyes, Ji Dongyang suddenly lowered his head, kissing her lips, his hand moving between her legs.

When he let go of her, she was almost out of oxygen.

She could feel his body reaction was already very strong, and sweat had seeped onto his back. It had deviated from the original intention of rehearsing.

Zhou Yining suddenly asked, “Ji Dongyang, did you… also have a reaction when filming bed scenes before?”

She lifted her waist and rubbed against him down there.

Ji Dongyang got off her with some difficulty, his voice hoarse. “No.”

This was the first time.

“Did you rehearse like this too?”

“I rehearsed, but not like this.”

This was also the first time.

“Ji Dongyang.”

“Mm.”

“I’m very happy.”

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