The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 1855 Digging Through the Earth's Core
Annie couldn't believe her ears. Had Anson just comforted her in a tone that sounded like he was talking to a child?

Anne's eyes widened as she glared fiercely at Anson.

However, it didn't work; Anson's eyes were full of laughter, as if he thought Annie looked adorable.

cute?

Damn it, she's not cute at all!

Annie gritted her teeth, glaring and stomping her feet, but Anson only found her little actions cute, which annoyed Annie.

Looking left and right, Annie grabbed a cake from the table and gently smeared it on Anson's cheek, leaving a scar in the cream.

However, Anson was neither shy nor nervous, and looked at Annie with a natural and generous demeanor.

On the contrary, under those gazes, Annie's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nervously looked around, worried that others would see Anson like this and it would affect his image.

It took them a full second to realize they were in the apartment, and Noah had long since disappeared—

Wait, Noah just disappeared on his own?
God, what did Noah think they were doing?
Looking up, the cream-covered wound was particularly glaring, and Annie couldn't help but salivate, swallowing unconsciously.

Oh God, what was she thinking just now?
Anne blushed, broke free from the embrace, turned and hurriedly left, avoiding Anson's gaze. She wanted to escape; her mind was now filled with thoughts of fleeing in panic.

Anson noticed and grabbed Annie's arm. "Wait, Annie, what were you thinking about just now?"

"No way, Annie, is that what you're thinking...?"

Annie covered her ears and tried to pull away again, "La la la, la la la, I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything."

Anson chased after him with a series of small steps, and the two of them chased and played, their laughter scattering across the ground in the moonlight.

The party, in the end, didn't last long.

Birthdays are birthdays, but work is work. The "Children of Men" crew couldn't stop filming just because of Anson's birthday. After the party, Anson still took out his notebook and started studying the long take sequence for tomorrow's one-shot filming and the actors' performance positions.

Scarlett came to Anson's apartment tonight because this scene involves five actors, all crammed into one carriage. Not only do they need to keep an eye on the camera, but it's also a long, continuous take. The actors' coordination is crucial; any mistake could lead to the entire scene being scrapped and reshot.

As the two main characters, Anson and Scarlett bear heavy responsibilities, so their interactions and their positions relative to the camera all need to be meticulously crafted.

Because the party unexpectedly interrupted his preparations, Anson plans to finish them on his own, study them thoroughly, and head to the set early tomorrow to quickly discuss them with Scarlett before filming begins.

Scarlett...

Unconsciously, Anson recalled the conversation in front of the elevator. His thoughts were a little messy, but Anson took a deep breath and temporarily put the chaotic thoughts aside. He needed to stay professional.

Just as Anne went to work with Jack on the set of "Brokeback Mountain," he also needed to remain focused and objective, concentrating on the filming process.

They're all actors, professionals, right?

“…Anson?”

Annie came from behind calling her name. She came out while drying her hair, her body steaming from her shower.

"Would you like to take a shower now, or wait a bit?"

Anson stood up, turned around and looked over, "Now..." Before he could finish speaking, he could see Annie standing there shyly and reservedly.

Anson paused, his gaze falling on Annie's eyes. Annie blushed slightly, but she still boldly looked back into Anson's eyes.

Anson's lips curled into a slight smile. "Yes, now. I'll go right now, it'll only take five minutes."

Swish.

Annie's cheeks flushed slightly as she silently looked up at the sky.

Anson turned and quickly walked towards the bathroom, which was still steaming and filled with mist, but it was slightly different from usual, as if there was a hint of floral fragrance in the air.

In a few quick movements, Anson finished getting ready. Standing at the doorway, he took a moment to catch his breath before opening the door. The lights inside were dimmed, leaving only a warm, milky glow from the table lamp, casting a soft, warm halo over the entire space, flowing gently like a stream. The cozy air inside gave his cheeks a rosy blush, and he could immediately see the figure that had slipped into bed, its graceful curves rising and falling gently.

Anson placed the towel he was using to dry his hair aside and called out, "Annie?"

However, there was no response.

Wait, is the little girl pretending to be asleep?
Anson paused slightly, then took two steps forward, stood by the bedside, and carefully examined her. "Annie?"

By the light, you could see that Annie was breathing steadily, her expression was serene, and her brows were completely relaxed, like Sleeping Beauty, already fast asleep.

Anson was taken aback, then chuckled, finding it increasingly amusing. His smile widened, and he shook his head helplessly.

……

Anne was completely unaware of how tired she was. After the excitement and exhilaration subsided, a deep weariness washed over her like a tidal wave.

Transoceanic flights, jet lag, long journeys, and then preparing for a surprise party—curled up in a locker, drifting off to sleep in a daze, not only failing to replenish the energy consumed, but seemingly even more exhausted—all these things caused me to fall asleep instantly once my tense nerves relaxed.

To be precise, it was almost equivalent to a deep sleep.

I slept soundly through the night without any dreams, until dawn.

When Annie woke up, she felt all her fatigue disappear and couldn't help but stretch. But before she could finish the stretch, she froze.

Wait, where is she?
Anne sat bolt upright; clearly, she wasn't in Los Angeles.

Then, memories from the past thirty-six hours and forty-eight hours all came rushing back, and it wasn't until last night that Annie finally remembered.

"I am asleep?"

Anne pulled back the covers and looked at the pajamas she had carefully prepared, then covered her face in despair.

"Oh."

She simply couldn't believe it, she really couldn't believe it!
Only God knows how many scenes she imagined when she made the special trip to Victoria's Secret to carefully select a store, standing there blushing and her heart pounding, eagerly and expectantly arriving in London for the surprise party... It was a success, but in the end, she actually fell asleep.

Asleep! ...

And he had already fainted.

Wait, wait! She looks so tired and sleepy, she probably snored last night, right?
No way! No way! No way! No way!
Anne covered her cheek, sinking into deep despair, and let out a mournful wail—
"what!"

The next second, a voice came from the lobby outside, "Miss Hathaway?"

Anne froze, rooted to the spot, and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Noah?"

"Yes, Miss Hathaway, are you awake?"

Anne took a deep breath. "Where's Anson?"

"...Mr. Wood has already gone to the film set. I personally escorted him there before returning. Miss Hathaway, do you have any ideas for lunch?"

Anne noticed a pause before Noah spoke; she hadn't thought much of it at first, but now it finally dawned on her—

Lunch?

Anne looked around in a panic and finally saw the clock.

2:14.

Clearly, it wasn't 2 a.m., but rather afternoon tea time.

She actually slept soundly until the afternoon! God, what an embarrassment! Can she dig a hole right now and cross the Earth's core to return to North America?
(End of this chapter)