Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

The moment Yang Mi's fingernails dug into the flesh, the veins on the back of Su Wei's hand bulged out.

She really used force, her nails digging deep into the soft flesh of the back of his hand.

Su Wei didn't dodge, but just looked at her with her eyes lowered.

His dark eyes fell on her tense profile, without even a hint of erratic breathing.

Until her knuckles began to tremble, almost breaking through his skin.

He chuckled softly, his knuckles slowly loosening.

Once Yang Mi was free, she immediately took a step back.

Because I wasn't paying attention, my back slammed hard against the wooden rack full of costumes and props.

Some hard bumps were pressing against her shoulder blades, making her face contort in pain.

The warehouse fell silent.

As the pain subsided, she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze first sweeping across the doorway.

However, to her regret, the only exit there was completely blocked by Su Wei.

He stood on the line between light and shadow, one hand still resting on the door frame, the shadow of his black coat stretching long, just covering the patch of light at her feet.

His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his gaze remained fixed on her, without the slightest relaxation.

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat.

She quickly glanced at both sides again. On the left were stacks of prop boxes reaching the ceiling, and on the right were nailed-down shelves. There wasn't even a gap to squeeze through.

Looks like there's no escaping it today.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she immediately suppressed it.

She slightly raised her chin, adopting her usual aloof posture, and met his gaze.

He had an attitude of "what can you do to me?"

Keep hiding.

Su Wei spoke first, her voice not loud, but it echoed in the empty warehouse.

He took half a step forward, his shoes crunching over the scattered hemp ropes on the ground with a soft rustling sound.

"Why aren't you dodging anymore?"

"Who...who hid?"

Yang Mi turned her face to the side, her gaze falling on the empty space behind his shoulder, still stubborn.

"I already had a lot of scenes in the 'Dream of the Red Chamber' production during this period, but that was for work."

Also, I have something to do over there today, so please say what you need to say quickly, I'm in a hurry later.

"What's up?"

Su Wei raised an eyebrow and took another step forward.

His steps were small, yet they carried an intense sense of pressure, forcing Yang Mi to press her back even closer to the prop rack.

"I already asked your assistant at seven this morning. Your schedule these past two days has been entirely with the 'Chinese Paladin' series; the 'Dream of the Red Chamber' series won't have you join until next week. What's going on?"

Yang Mi pressed her tongue against her back teeth, thinking to herself, "What a troublesome fellow."

She hadn't expected him to know even this.

His eyes darted quickly to the gap in the prop box on the right, his mind racing to come up with a new excuse.

Could it be that the production crew made this arrangement at the last minute?

No, he even asked his assistant.

He said he had personal matters to attend to?

That makes it even harder to explain why she would avoid him.

Several ideas swirled in her mind, but none of them were useful. She pursed her lips and simply shut her mouth.

She rubbed her wrist casually while secretly glancing at his expression.

That face, which usually wore a gentle smile, was expressionless at this moment.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were downcast, making it impossible to tell whether he was angry or in some other mood.

She was completely different from how she usually is on set.

Yang Mi watched for a long time but still couldn't figure out what he wanted to do, and instead felt a little flustered.

"You bastard, what do you want?"

She hesitated for a long time before finally managing to utter this sentence, her tone fierce, which only made her seem more timid than fierce.

Su Wei crossed her arms and leaned against the prop box next to her.

"What for? To settle our issues, of course."

He said through gritted teeth, "You slipped away without a word that morning, and these past few days you've been avoiding me on set like I'm a plague carrier. I had no choice but to resort to this tactic."

He emphasized the word "worst option" with extra force, as if she had forced him into it all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he straightened up and walked towards her again.

Yang Mi instinctively tried to back away, but her back was already pressed against the prop rack, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

She could only move to the side, her steps unsteady, as she walked along the prop rack deeper into the warehouse.

The further you go in, the dimmer the light becomes.

The smell of camphor and dust in the air grew stronger, mixed with the musty smell of old fabric, and the faint, unique scent of Su Wei wafting from him, which smelled very pleasant.

The smell made Yang Mi even more confused.

She kept walking until her back slammed into a cold cement wall.

She suddenly stopped.

There's no way to retreat.

Su Wei stopped half a step away from her and didn't go any further.

But he was tall, and his figure completely enveloped her in shadow.

Just as Yang Mi was about to tell him to move aside, he raised his hand.

A muffled thud.

His palms rested on the wall beside her head.

A cool sensation traveled down the wall and climbed up my spine.

Yang Mi's back was pressed tightly against the wall, and the coolness seeped in through her shirt.

But what she felt was the constant heat emanating from him. The clash between the hot and cold sensation sent shivers down her spine.

His breath fell on her forehead, warm and slightly minty, one breath after another, making her brow tingle.

She instinctively raised her hand and placed it against his chest.

My palm first touched the woolen fabric of the coat; it was a bit stiff and had a rough texture.

Further down are firm pectoral muscles that feel amazing to the touch.

Yang Mi gritted her teeth and used all her strength in her arm to try to push him away a little.

She used all her strength, her fingertips turning white from pressing down, but his shoulders didn't even sway.

He even glanced down at her hand pressed against her chest, raising an eyebrow slightly.

Yang Mi instantly lost her strength.

She knew she couldn't push it, and that her efforts were completely wasted.

But she didn't pull her hand back; instead, her fingertips instinctively gripped the collar of his coat, creating a slight wrinkle.

"Speak, what do you mean?"

Su Wei finally spoke, her tone slightly gentler than before, but the implication of holding her accountable remained undiminished.

"What, are you planning to deny everything after sleeping with me?"

After he said that, the warehouse fell silent again.

Only the faint voices from the distant film set could be heard, muffled and indistinct through the thick walls.

Yang Mi's heart was pounding. Just as she was about to open her mouth to retort, she saw his jawline, which had been taut just moments before, suddenly relax little by little.

His eyebrows drooped, and even his eyes softened considerably.

At this moment, in Yang Mi's eyes, Su Wei was like a big dog abandoned at the door by its owner, with the word "wronged" written all over its body.

She was stunned for a moment, not realizing what he was up to.

Then I heard his voice lower, listless, drifting slowly over:

"I have preserved my virginity for eighteen years, and you have taken it away just like that."

Aren't you going to give me an explanation?