Ji Dongyang braced his hands on the desk, his dark, heavy gaze fixed on her. She was still lying on the mahogany desk, her long hair messy, cheeks flushed, and eyes smiling. The next second, she sat up, her soft body pressing close, whispering in his ear, “Do you dare? Right here?”

Ji Dongyang’s face stiffened, his eyes growing darker as he stared at her intently.

Then, he pressed his lips together, closed his eyes briefly, sank into the chair, and rubbed his forehead. “Go open the door.”

Zhou Yining pursed her lips in a smile. An expected answer. Ji Dongyang had great restraint.

She slid off the mahogany desk and asked, “Not rehearsing anymore?”

Ji Dongyang gave her a warning look. He picked up his sweater, the tense muscle lines of his body moving with his action. Zhou Yining stared at him, her gaze drifting to the obvious bulge below his waist. She could tell he was holding back uncomfortably. Only after he finished dressing did she swallow, put on her jacket, tidy her hair, and turn to open the door. A Ming was standing near the door like a gatekeeper. Zhou Yining sighed again: Truly China’s Best Assistant.

Filming was still going on over there. Everyone else was busy with their own tasks, and no one noticed this side. She said to A Ming, “Brew him a cup of coffee.”

A Ming glanced inside. “Okay.”

Zhou Yining glanced inside too, guessing he wouldn’t want to be in the same room as her right now, so she turned and went back to the rest room.

A while later, A Ming brought the coffee over. “Dong-ge, coffee.”

“Mm.”

Ji Dongyang took a sip of coffee, exerting great effort to suppress the primal desire in his body.

Just now, he truly had an impulse to ignore everything, right here, on set, separated by just a door and a wall, and finish what they hadn’t finished.

Clearly past thirty, yet acting like an unstable young brat.

Meeting Zhou Yining seemed to make many controllable impossibilities possible.

…

At 6 PM, the sky had turned grey.

By the time Zhou Yining finished eating and got her makeup done, it was almost 7 PM.

She wore a black dress that exposed her slender, fair ankles, with a short jacket over it. In March in S City, this outfit looked very thin and fragile. She stood downstairs at the office building waiting for her scene, surrounded by security and staff. The cameras were in position. At this time, many office workers were just getting off work. Crowds of workers leaving the building and passersby gathered layer upon layer to watch.

Zhou Yining stood there, her long dress blowing in the wind, long hair flying, expression cold, looking like a fool.

Someone posted her photo on Weibo, sparking a heated discussion.

“Honestly, Zhou Yining is truly beautiful, the kind that gets prettier the more you look, and she’s very recognizable.”

“This photo has such a vibe. I feel the movie will be super good. Plus, the male lead is Dong-ge! I can’t wait to see it in theaters! Wonder when it will be released.”

“Should be May. I also think Zhou Yining is good-looking. Her eyes are captivating, and she’s low-key. Besides her family background being exposed earlier, she has no scandals.”

…

They filmed Zhou Yining walking into the building and waiting for the elevator.

Pushing open the office door, Ji Dongyang was already standing with his back to her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The lights were off; only the city’s neon lights shone through the glass, creating a quiet atmosphere.

Once the cameras were ready and unrelated personnel cleared out, Wei Zhong explained the scene to them again. Zhou Yining replayed the afternoon rehearsal in her mind many times. During dinner, Ji Dongyang had said, “Remember what we rehearsed this afternoon. Cooperate with me. Remember what I said.”

Zhou Yining said, “Should I be more proactive?”

Ji Dongyang: “Mm.”

Zhou Yining pressed her lips together, glancing at Ji Dongyang. It was obvious she wasn’t the only one nervous. Their level of intimacy and tacit understanding was too deep; it was indeed easy for people to see through.

Now, she finally understood why Ji Dongyang had said they should wait until after the movie wrapped.

Because they knew each other’s bodies too well. A slight tease could ignite the other.

Wei Zhong left them some space to communicate privately for a while. Ji Dongyang said nothing, only one sentence: “Don’t be nervous.”

Filming officially began.

Zhou Yining was once again lifted onto the mahogany desk by Ji Dongyang. Items on the desk scattered and fell. A cup crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces, but no one cared. They kissed passionately. Zhou Yining’s bare, slender calf hooked around his leg, clad in suit pants. In the dark office lit only by a sliver of light, her skin was dazzlingly white.

Bed scenes would definitely involve exposure. Wei Zhong had asked her before about her acceptable scale. If she couldn’t accept it, they could consider a body double. However, directors generally disliked doubles. Dedicated actors would do it themselves if they could, regardless of the scene.

The scale wouldn’t be too large; after all, excessive exposure wouldn’t pass censorship. But that was the result after editing. During filming, there would definitely be more exposure and physical contact. Wei Zhong’s look seemed certain she wouldn’t use a double.

Zhou Yining also rejected a double without hesitation. Are you kidding? Let a double film a bed scene with Ji Dongyang?

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to resist tearing the double apart.

With the help of Zhou Yining’s tearing, Ji Dongyang took off his shirt and unbuckled his belt with one hand. His pants loosened, revealing lean abs and V-lines… He had a great body, Zhou Yining knew, but he was hers, and she knew that too.

Pei Yuan descended into madness. After tearing at Lu Yanzhou’s clothes, she started tearing at her own. Lu Yanzhou held her hands down, kissing the side of her face and ear.

The scene shifted from initial frantic urgency to aesthetic beauty.

Her body curves were beautiful. The dress was pulled down below her shoulders. Her elegant neck arched back, her exposed legs white, straight, and seductive.

Her gaze was somewhat distant, staring at the remote night sky outside the glass window, the dazzling city neon lights. She couldn’t find her place until the man pressed tight against her suddenly kissed her lips. Her gaze slowly focused, looking into his eyes in the darkness.

It was clearly dark, yet she seemed to see light in his eyes. Her silent eyes brightened.

Ji Dongyang tightened his grip on her waist. The moment he touched her soft, slender waist, he lost control a little.

For the first time during filming, he couldn’t concentrate, distracted by impure thoughts.

“Cut“

Wei Zhong paused. “Dongyang, your eyes are wrong.”

Just now, Ji Dongyang’s gaze had flickered.

Ji Dongyang let go of Zhou Yining, his voice very deep. “Sorry. One more time. It won’t happen again.”

Zhou Yining buttoned the three loosened buttons and pulled down the skirt hem that had rolled up to her thigh. Pursing her lips, she looked at Ji Dongyang, feeling a bit like laughing. He must be extremely annoyed right now.

After a few minutes of rest, they continued filming.

Ji Dongyang stripped her clothes. He had a great sense of propriety and control, blocking the parts she shouldn’t expose. Both were sweating, bodies entangled, pressed tight, rubbing against each other through the fabric. Her body was too soft. Their relationship was most intimate where no one could see.

They were the most intimate people to each other in this world.

Ji Dongyang expended great effort, summoning his most professional attitude, to suppress the impulse and finish filming the scene with difficulty.

Zhou Yining was already like driftwood at sea, her mind still drifting. She turned to look at Ji Dongyang. He had quickly removed his hands from her, picked up the jacket from the floor, threw it over her, and said just one sentence: “Put this on first.”

He turned and walked away to check the playback with Wei Zhong. Wei Zhong looked at him, handed him a cigarette, and smiled. “Alright, no problem.”

Ji Dongyang took the cigarette, lit it, and took a few puffs.

Zhang Ran stepped forward to help Zhou Yining tidy up. Zhou Yining looked over there and walked over too. Smelling the smoke, she felt a craving. Pei Yuan’s prop bag had cigarettes, Soft Yuxi. After watching the playback, she walked to the corridor and smoked one too.

She hadn’t expected filming a bed scene to be this hard.

Tonight’s filming ended here.

It was still early. After wrapping up, Wei Zhong treated everyone to late-night snacks at a shop on a nearby food street. The mighty crew of dozens went over. Filming downstairs at the office building this afternoon had attracted quite a crowd. Coming out of the building, many fans were waiting outside, following them all the way to the food street, taking many photos and posting them on Weibo.

But… the male and female leads weren’t there!

Ji Dongyang didn’t have a habit of eating late-night snacks, especially since he was working out recently. Zhou Yining also said she wasn’t hungry and didn’t go.

A Ming went, and he drove the car away.

Paparazzi and fans recognized Ji Dongyang’s car and followed it all the way. Only when the car stopped did they realize Ji Dongyang wasn’t in it at all!

At this moment, Zhou Yining sat in the passenger seat while Ji Dongyang drove, parking in the garage.

Zhou Yining peeked out, looked around, and saw no one. She opened the door and put on her mask. Ji Dongyang did the same, putting on a mask and hat, and they got out together.

Zhou Yining walked in front.

After the two entered the elevator, a car door opened nearby. The person inside stared in shock at the elevator doors.

…

As soon as they entered the apartment, before the lights could be turned on.

Zhou Yining’s arms wrapped around his neck, standing on tiptoes to kiss him. Ji Dongyang pressed her waist, lowering his head to kiss her lips deeply.

It was as if they had been suppressing themselves for a long time and finally erupted. Both lost control a little.

Zhou Yining had never imagined the once-cold Ji Dongyang could be passionate to this extent.

He seemed to have infinite passion for her.

Entangled all the way, they fell onto the sofa. Zhou Yining was always more impatient than him in this matter. She sat on him, taking off her own clothes, groping for his body in the dark. His body was hot; the hands on her waist were even hotter. As soon as he touched her, her body went soft.

Soon, the sound of a belt unbuckling was heard. The man flipped over, pressing her down, his hot body sticking close to hers. He whispered a sentence in her ear, his voice deep and seductive.

Zhou Yining reached out, pointing under the coffee table. Ji Dongyang saw it and reached for the box.

Zhou Yining followed his hand, finding a condom. “I’ll put it on for you.”

Having adapted to the darkness, they could see each other’s faces and bodies. Zhou Yining mimicked him, biting a corner to tear open the thin package. Her hand groped down there, stroking from base to tip. Ji Dongyang groaned, his body tense. She glanced at him and stroked back and forth a few more times.

She always knew how to tease; he knew that.

Zhou Yining wasn’t very skilled, and the condom was slippery. She couldn’t get it on after trying for a while. Ji Dongyang, body taut, was about to do it himself when she succeeded.

Then, holding his shoulders, she said, “I want to be on top.”

Just as she pressed against him, he gripped her slender waist, pressed her down hard, and thrust his hips upward simultaneously. Both gasped at the same time.

Zhou Yining opened her mouth and cried out. Before she could adapt to the pressure and fullness, he was already gripping her waist, making her body rise and fall on him relentlessly.

…

Afterward.

Ji Dongyang turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa. Her eyes were moist and unfocused as she lay limply beneath him, completely devoid of strength.

He looked down, smoothing the hair stuck to her face with sweat, lowered his head to kiss her lips, closed his eyes, and rested his cheek against hers.

Once the numbness in her body faded, she hugged his waist, resting her head on his chest.

The two embraced quietly.

Zhou Yining remembered a line from the movie.

She asked, “Ji Dongyang, do you love me?”

There was a line in the movie: I love you.

Ji Dongyang propped himself up and looked down at her. His eyes were very dark, very deep, and full of affection.

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