Life countdown begins, ice queen bursts into security room

Director Zhou walked up to Jiang Fan with the storyboard in his hand.

"Mr. Jiang, in this scene, you enter the frame from behind her, put your hand on her shoulder, and she turns around. The two of you make eye contact for three seconds, then you cup her face and lean in. It doesn't have to be a real kiss, just leave a centimeter between your eyes."

Director Zhou gestured.

Jiang Fan nodded.

Su Yuyan stood with her back to the camera, the hem of her red dress spread out on the withered leaves, the afternoon light shining through the red silk, bathing her in a warm hue.

"Three, two, one—Go!"

The intro begins.

Jiang Fan walked in from the right side of the screen, stepping to the beat of the music with each step.

He walked behind Su Yuyan, raised his hand, and placed his fingertips on her left shoulder.

Su Yuyan slowly turned her head, her eyes first seeing his hand, then moving up his arm, and finally meeting his gaze.

Jiang Fan's hand slid from her shoulder to her face, his fingertips brushing against her cheek.

Su Yuyan's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jiang Fan leaned down, and their faces drew closer and closer.

Director Zhou stared at the monitor, even his breathing became shallow.

One centimeter.

Jiang Fan stopped.

Su Yuyan's lips were slightly parted, and her breath touched his chin.

"Card."

After Director Zhou shouted this, the entire audience was silent for two seconds.

The photographer peeked out from behind the camera and glanced at Director Zhou.

Director Zhou didn't say anything, but watched the replay of what had just happened.

On the monitor, the moment their eyes met, the emotions in the image almost overflowed the screen.

Director Zhou rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

He's been in this industry for eight years, filmed music videos for all sorts of superstars, and seen countless actors playing the sentimental role in front of the camera; nine out of ten are fake.

But these two—

This is not acting at all.

Director Zhou didn't ask any more questions. In this industry, the most important thing is to control your eyes and your mouth.

"Passed, next one."

The subsequent filming went ridiculously smoothly.

Based on experience, the scenes involving two people in a normal music video usually take at least half a day to polish.

Repeatedly making mistakes, repeatedly adjusting angles to find the right feel.

Some celebrities just don't click, no matter how the photographer tries to find the right angle, it won't work, and no amount of post-production adjustments can salvage the situation.

Today—everything was done in one take.

Every time Director Zhou yelled "Cut," he would replay the scene, then remain silent for a few seconds before nodding.

In the latter half, there is a scene where Jiang Fan hugs Su Yuyan from behind, and the two stand in front of a red silk.

When Jiang Fan put his arm around her, the position of his arm was too natural.

Without any testing or adjustments, it was simply left in that position.

Su Yuyan leaned back, resting the back of her head on his shoulder.

When she closed her eyes, there was a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, very small, but the camera captured it.

Director Zhou stared at the monitor, his hand crushing the water bottle in his hand.

The photography assistant leaned over and whispered, "Director Zhou, are those two really together?"

Director Zhou patted him on the back of the head.

"Shut up and get to work."

The assistant shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

-

It was already dark when we finished work.

The lighting technicians began dismantling the equipment, and the chirping of insects in the garden filled the air, making it feel much cooler.

Su Yuyan sat on a chair in the rest area, still dressed in ancient costume.

A staff member handed her a towel, which she took and used to wipe the sweat from her neck.

Director Zhou walked over, rubbing his hands together.

"Teacher Su, today went so smoothly. I've been shooting music videos for eight years, and this is the first time I've encountered someone who can evoke emotions without any guidance. You guys must have rehearsed a lot beforehand, right?"

Su Yuyan paused for a moment as she held the towel.

rehearse?

She still feels heartbroken about how that 38,000 yuan ancient costume was ruined last time.

I guess so.

Director Zhou nodded and tactfully left.

Jiang Fan changed his clothes and came over, holding a bottle of water. He unscrewed the cap and handed it to him.

Su Yuyan took the drink, drank a sip, and stood up.

"Let's go. Let's go eat."

Jiang Fan followed her toward the parking lot.

After walking a few steps, Su Yuyan slowed down and waited for him to catch up.

The two walked side by side, their shadows stretched long in the twilight.

Su Yuyan's hand hung at her side, her fingers twitched, and she touched the back of Jiang Fan's hand.

Jiang Fan reached out and took her hand.

Su Yuyan didn't look up, but tightened her fingers, weaving them between his.

The two of them walked to the car.

-

Back to Su Yuyan's apartment.

Inside the elevator, Su Yuyan leaned against the wall and kicked her embroidered shoes.

"I'll change my clothes first. What would you like to eat? Japanese food, or that private kitchen we used to go to?"

"Either is fine. You decide."

The elevator doors opened, and Su Yuyan stepped out first, the hem of her red dress trailing on the carpet.

Upon entering, Su Yuyan went straight into the bedroom.

Jiang Fan sat on the sofa in the living room and took out his phone to check the messages.

Song Siyi sent a message—

Her resignation procedures are all complete, and she can start her new job tomorrow.

He replied "Received" and tossed his phone onto the sofa cushion.

Su Yuyan's voice came from the bedroom.

"Jiang Fan, can you help me pull the zipper at the back? I can't reach it."

Jiang Fan got up and went into the bedroom.

Su Yuyan stood in front of the wardrobe with her back to him, her hands behind her back, reaching for the zipper pull at the back of her neck.

The red traditional costume features a long zipper down the back, running from the back of the neck to the waist.

Jiang Fan walked over, pinched the zipper head with his fingers, and pulled it down a few centimeters.

Fair skin peeked out from the gap.

Jiang Fan stopped. Su Yuyan waited for two seconds, but nothing came of it.

"What's wrong? Is the zipper stuck?"

Jiang Fan didn't say anything. He pulled the zipper down a little further, revealing a black strap across his back.

Jiang Fan placed his palm on it.

Su Yuyan's back tensed up.

"Jiang Fan".

"Um."

"What are you doing?"

"Let me help you take off your clothes."

"I'll let you zip up."

"I'm pooping."

Jiang Fan used one hand to grab the buckle in the middle of the black strap, and it snapped open with a loud bang.

Su Yuyan's breathing became erratic.

"Jiang Fan, I'm hungry. Let's go eat first—"

Jiang Fan's palm was on her back, then slowly slid to her front, and he pressed his whole body against her from behind.

His lips landed on the back of her neck, and Su Yuyan's legs went weak, causing her to lean back against his chest.

"You're here again..."

She pressed down on the fabric that had slipped down her chest.

"This one's new! You already ruined one last time!"

Jiang Fan turned her around, picked her up, and Su Yuyan instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Put me down—you do this every time—"

She was thrown onto the bed, her red skirt spread out, taking up half of the bed.

Jiang Fan leaned down, his fingers sliding down her collarbone and along the edge of her neckline.

Su Yuyan pressed his hand down.

"Jiang Fan, these clothes are brand new. If you ruin them again, I won't let you off the hook."

I will try my best.

Jiang Fan stopped trying to pull at his clothes, lifted the hem of his red dress, and crawled underneath.

Su Yuyan's body trembled.

"you--"

The red skirt covered Jiang Fan's head and upper body. From the outside, all that could be seen was Su Yuyan tilting her head back, biting her lip, and clutching the bed sheet beneath her with both hands.

"Jiang Fan...don't..."

Her toes curled up, and her knees tried to come together, but Jiang Fan's shoulder held them in place.

"You... um..."

Su Yuyan's voice was intermittent and grew softer and softer.

After a while, she tensed up, her waist bounced off the bed, she groaned, and then fell back down.

Beneath the red dress, Jiang Fan looked up and saw that Su Yuyan's legs were still trembling slightly.

He stepped out from under her skirt and braced himself above her.

Su Yuyan's face turned bright red, her eyes were moist, and she covered her face with one hand.

"asshole……"

Jiang Fan removed her hand and leaned down to kiss the corner of her eye.

"Are your clothes okay?"

Su Yuyan slapped him in anger, but her palm was so soft she couldn't muster any strength.

Jiang Fan's hand touched her waist, pushing her skirt up a bit, and Su Yuyan's breathing quickened again.

"Wait...wait a minute..."

"What's wrong?"

Su Yuyan looked up at him and reached out to unbutton her red dress.

Her ancient costume slipped off her shoulders, and she gently lifted her waist, allowing Jiang Fan to pull the skirt out from under her body.

The red fabric was carefully placed on the bedside table.

Su Yuyan's upper body was completely naked, with only a thin black ribbon hanging from her ankle.

She tried to pull the blanket up, but Jiang Fan grabbed her hand.

Don't cover it.

"Have you seen enough?!"

"no."