The man rubbed his temples, looking as if he had a headache. When he spotted Xiao Xiaohong, he called out to her, “Have you seen Hu Songyu?”

Xiao Xiaohong, ever quick-witted, immediately left Ye Fu behind and turned to Cen Luan, saying, “Brother Cen, wait here. I’ll go find him for you. ”

With that, she jogged off.

Ye Fu felt awkward and wanted to follow right behind Xiao Xiaohong, but she also felt it would be rude not to greet the Academy Award-winning actor. As she hesitated, she accidentally made eye contact with him. She immediately looked down guiltily, “…Good morning. I’m, I’m heading to… the set.”

Cen Luan leaned against the door, his finger still pressed against his temple. As his gaze fell on the nape of her fair neck, a memory suddenly surged through his mind: the intoxicating, bone-melting sensation from last night when he’d pinned her down and pounded her, his thin lips pressed against that tender skin.

She was dressed conservatively today, in long sleeves and pants.

He hadn’t been able to control his strength last night, leaving quite a few marks on her arms and calves. He’d only noticed them when he’d helped her bathe, and afterward, he’d kissed them tenderly.

“Last night…” Cen Luan’s gaze fell on her rosy lips, and his mind uncontrollably imagined thrusting his cock into that little mouth, that pink tongue, so temptingly tight.

Ye Fu quickly waved her hands. “I know. You… you thought it was just acting. It’s okay, I know. I… I’m leaving.”

Before Cen Luan could say a word, Ye Fu had already fled in a panic.

Thought it was just acting?

Cen Luan watched her retreating figure, a faint smile curving his thin lips.

The next scene involved Monkey taking advantage of Yu Chibei’s absence to drag Tang Gu onto the sofa and attempt to rape her.

Ye Fu was standing face-to-face with the actor playing Monkey. The male actor had been talking to Ye Fu the whole time; whatever he said made her laugh softly.

She had a very innocent look—the kind of innocent beauty with delicate eyebrows and large eyes, fair and smooth skin. Most importantly, her figure was exceptionally perfect: a slim waist, full breasts, and long, slender, white legs. Even her toes were so beautiful it was hard to look away.

She was currently wearing slippers with no socks on;

As she spoke with the male actor, his eyes kept staring at her toes.

It was as if he were asking why her feet were so beautiful.

Ye Fu smiled shyly, pursing her lips, and whispered a reply.

Cen Luan glanced over at them from a distance.

Director Xu tapped his hand with the script. “Did you hear what I said?”

Cen Luan nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“What did I say?” Director Xu looked at him with displeasure.

Cen Luan didn’t even look up. “Let’s just shoot this quickly. Once we’re done, I want to get some proper rest.”

“Rest?” Director Xu snorted coldly. “Don’t think I don’t know about what happened last night.”

Cen Luan chuckled softly.

Before leaving, Director Xu dropped a parting shot: “I don’t care about the rest, but you’d better shoot this movie well for me. Don’t make a mess of it.”

Cen Luan flicked the cigarette ash from his fingertips. “Don’t worry. I’m really looking forward to the next scene.”

Director Xu thought of the upcoming scene and glared at him. “Don’t pull any stunts.”

Cen Luan looked over at Ye Fu, who was still talking to the male actor. She was covering her mouth, her eyes narrowed in laughter, and between her slender white fingers, he could faintly make out a glimpse of her pink tongue.

In response to Director Xu’s words, Cen Luan replied hoarsely with just three words.

“We’ll see.”

With lighting and camera work in place, Cen Luan stood to the side as the script supervisor clapped the clapperboard and called out, “Stockholm, Scene 30, Act 1! Action!”

His pale eyes pierced through the crowd, landing directly on the young girl wearing a loose, long dress and a pair of men’s slippers.

The young girl’s long lashes trembled slightly, a single tear barely escaping the corner of her eye. When Monkey had roughly tossed her onto the sofa, she had looked up at him, crying, her gaze filled with utter despair. “Help me—”

The cigarette in Cen Luan’s hand fell to the ground.

Forget about saving her life.

Right now, he wanted to give her his own life.

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