Am I being simulated by their love affair.

Chapter 559 Pre-show Preparations
After a ten-minute drive, the black sedan stopped outside an izakaya (Japanese pub) in Suginami Ward.

Matsugae Jun sat in a private room on the second floor, picked up a piece of pork cartilage soaked in sauce and put it in his mouth. The tender and fragrant taste melted on his tongue.

"It tastes pretty good." He nodded in satisfaction.

"Then eat more." Mochizuki Haruka across the table picked up a piece of cartilage and put it in his bowl.

"Um, don't let Matsugi eat too much..." Natsumi Imokawa, sitting next to the girl, reminded her cautiously.

"Eating too much will affect your performance during the shoot later."

"Yao hasn't served me any food yet!" said the aunt sitting next to Matsueda Jun with a smile.

"Auntie, I want some too!"

Mochizuki Haruka rarely sighed, revealing a helpless yet adorable expression. She picked up the cartilage from the boy's bowl and put it into her aunt's bowl.

"Is this okay?"

"..." Although it felt a little strange, the food in his mouth left Matsueda Jun speechless.

After most of the food on the table had disappeared, Natsumi Imokawa was the first to put down her chopsticks.

"While there's still time, let me talk about the play a bit more."

The waiter came in and cleared away the dishes, leaving only four glasses of drinks for the four people. The empty table was filled with white printed books.

"Today's first scene is the beginning of the third and final love story in 'White Line Flow' - Hikaru Kashiwabara shields his female colleague from drinks at a company party, and this female colleague is his future fiancée."

So the izakaya they're in now is both a place to have lunch and a filming location for the afternoon—the entire second floor of the izakaya has been booked by the two women from the Mochizuki family.

"Wait a minute!" Wang Yuehua, who was sitting down, suddenly raised her hand, like a good student listening attentively in class. "Director, does my character still not have a name?"

Natsumi Imokawa, with a serious expression, paused for a moment, "Um, I haven't thought of a suitable name..."

Actually, she's been so busy editing and organizing materials these past few days that she's completely forgotten about naming her fiancée.

"How's Matsu Yuko?" Auntie still had her hand raised. "I think she's great!"

“Matsu Yuko…” the girl repeated the name, “Miss Yuko, it sounds quite nice.”

"Let's use this name for now."

Wang Yuehua happily put her hand down.

Natsumi Imokawa continued, "The new colleague in the department, Yuko Matsu, is allergic to alcohol, but the department head doesn't believe it. He insists on making Yuko Matsu drink at the party, but Hikaru Kashiwabara, who can't stand it, stops him."

"He couldn't hold his liquor, so he went to the restroom, and Matsu Yuko followed him. The two had some intimate contact, and just when she thought the drunk Kashiwabara Hikaru was about to kiss her, he vomited on her instead."

"A very Japanese-style encounter," commented Mochizuki Haruka, sipping her orange juice.

"I think it's quite interesting." Mochizuki blinked. "Matsueda-kun is so gentle, and the contrast of this ambiguous scene is sure to pique a girl's interest, right?"

"It's not Matsueda-kun, it's Kashiwabara Hikaru," the girls sitting together said in unison.

"Ah, sorry~" The woman stuck out her tongue. Matsueda Jun glanced at her, and his aunt's expression was exactly the same as Mochizuki Haruka's yesterday morning.

"You all had better portray that aloofness," Natsumi Imokawa concluded, sipping her milk. "Matsue can just play herself, and Ms. Hana, please act a little more delicate."

"No problem!" Wang Yuehua nodded enthusiastically.

"If you're ready, shall we start filming in a bit?" The girl picked up her backpack, which was placed beside her. The extras in the next room were still waiting.

Matsueda Jun stretched, preparing to move his body. "Don't we still need to put on makeup and change clothes?"

"The clothes are here." Mochizuki Haruka picked up the bag at her feet, inside which was a suit she had secretly made in a man's size. "Change into it first, and then I'll do your makeup."

Taking the matte black suit bag, Jun Matsue walked out the door under the watchful eyes of three people.

The room quickly fell silent, as if diners were in the aimless silence of waiting for their meal.

A few minutes later, the man in the suit returned to the room, and the three women immediately surrounded him.

"Very good," Wang Yuehua praised, "She would have no problem being my secretary."

"He looks a bit like a dashing pretty boy." Although she said this, Mochizuki Haruka's gaze kept lingering on the boy's waistline and legs—her ideal model was Matsueda Jun.

"Is it because this face looks too young?" Natsumi Imokawa's perspective was more professional. "I need to use makeup to make it look older."

So Auntie returned to her seat, pulled a makeup case out from under the table, and placed it on the table.

"Songzhi, come sit here~" She patted the chair next to her.

Matsueda Jun tugged at his leather shoes, walked over and sat down next to the woman. "Is it Auntie who's here to get her makeup done?"

“I’m not very good at makeup…” Natsumi Imokawa walked to the left of Mochizuki Hana.

“My aunt is better at makeup than me.” Mochizuki Haruka stood to the right of her aunt. “I only know how to look better, I can’t make you ugly.”

"It's not that I've become uglier, it's that I've become more mature!" Wang Yuehua said with dissatisfaction.

She adjusted her posture to face the boy directly, and then brought her face close to his.

"Uh, do we really need to be this close?" Jun Matsue was a little uncomfortable.

"Don't talk!" His aunt blew a breath on him, the fresh scent of orange juice she had just drunk. "Let me observe you carefully."

"Hmm..." She hesitated for a moment, "Songzhi's skin is already in good condition, and filming requires a sense of realism, so she doesn't need foundation or anything like that."

"Just draw out some eye bags, then apply a more tired-looking eyeshadow, slightly deepen the midface, and finally emphasize the cheekbones and stubble."

As Mochizuki Kaname spoke, she playfully reached out and pinched the boy's chin—Matsueda Jun and Mochizuki Haruka blinked at the same time.

"Don't move, pine branches, I'm about to do your makeup~"

Aunt waved the fine brush in the air, and two seconds later, Jun Matsue felt a cool, refreshing sensation brushing against the tip of his nose.

"First, there's the nose contouring..."

She murmured softly as she brought her face closer, and the boy felt her breath brush against his cheek, warm and wet.

“Then, eyeshadow…” She switched to a brush with a finer tip and dabbed it around Matsueda Jun’s eyes. “What kind of look does Natsumi-chan want?”

"Be more composed, not too sharp," Natsumi Imokawa chimed in. "You need that feeling of having weathered setbacks."

“It’s a bit abstract,” Wang Yuehua smiled, her eyes crinkling. “I’ll give it a try.”

She leaned forward, meticulously and patiently tracing the boy's eyebrows and eyes, causing Matsueda Jun's eyelashes to tremble involuntarily.

She was so close that all he could see was her dignified yet alluring face.

"..."

After Matsueda Jun's face was completely blocked by his aunt, Mochizuki Haruka, who was standing behind her, finally couldn't help but blink.

Makeup is one thing, but is it really necessary to be so close?
(End of this chapter)