He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

"Action!"

Before the sound of the clapperboard falling had even faded, the atmosphere inside the cabin had already changed.

Jin Yichuan stood at the door, holding a knife in his hand, his eyes warily fixed on the person opposite him.

Ding Xiu leaned against a pillar, tilting his head, a smile that made people uncomfortable.

He had no knife in his hand, but the Miao sword at his waist was ready to be drawn at any time.

Jin Yichuan spoke, his voice low and deep, "What exactly do you want?"

Ding Xiu did not answer.

He glanced at the doorway, then at Jin Yichuan, and then smiled.

That smile wasn't quite a smile; it was more like... amusement.

"I can do whatever I want."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

With its head tilted to the side and its eyes languid, what lies beneath sends chills down your spine.

Jin Yichuan gripped the hilt of the knife tightly.

Just then, the back door of the cabin was pushed open.

Ding Xiu turned his head and glanced over.

A woman was pushed in—the character played by Liu Sishi, her hands were tied and her mouth was stuffed with a strip of cloth.

Her eyes were wide open, and her face was filled with terror.

Ding Xiu walked over, grabbed her, and pulled her into his arms.

The movements were not gentle; in fact, they were somewhat rough.

He gripped her shoulder with one hand and pinched her chin with the other, turning her face towards Jin Yichuan.

"Do you know him?" Ding Xiu asked, his tone as if he were talking about the weather.

Jin Yichuan's expression changed.

That was someone he knew.

"Let her go." Jin Yichuan's voice turned cold.

"Let go?" Ding Xiu laughed, a very soft laugh. "You think I can just let go like that? I'd lose face."

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms.

Liu Sishi's body was trembling slightly—this was the character's reaction, but it was also Liu Sishi's own reaction.

Because Ye Mo's eyes changed.

He was no longer the lazy, playful young man he usually was, but rather someone with an inexplicable, sinister gaze.

The way he looked at her was less like he was looking at a person and more like he was looking at an object.

Something fun to play with.

Liu Sishi's breathing became rapid.

She has acted in so many films and had scenes with countless male actors, but no one has ever made her feel this way—that feeling of being truly "targeted".

Ye Mo's hand was on her shoulder, not with much force, but it made you feel like you couldn't break free.

He tilted his head, his gaze sliding across her face before looking up at Jin Yichuan.

"You have good taste, kid."

His tone was very light, as if he were talking about something insignificant.

But that lightness, that heaviness, is even more uncomfortable.

Jin Yichuan had already drawn his knife.

"I said, let her go."

Ding Xiu ignored him.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms again.

Liu Sishi felt his gaze sweep over her face, her neck, and her shoulders—not lustful, but a casual scrutiny.

Then he laughed.

What was in that smile?

It has a touch of wickedness, a touch of roguishness, and a touch of the shameless 'I won't let you bite me' attitude.

"That girl—"

He paused, tilted his head, and the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

"Very moisturizing."

Two words: neither too light nor too heavy.

But like a pebble thrown into calm water, it exploded.

Liu Sishi's face flushed red.

It wasn't an act; she really became famous.

The redness spread from the base of my neck all the way to the tips of my ears, and even my earlobes felt like they were on fire.

Her body stiffened, her breath hitched, and her mind went blank.

She cursed inwardly: Ye Mo, you bastard!

But the play must go on.

She bit her lip, turned her face away, and dared not look Ye Mo in the eye.

Li Dongxue stood at the door, holding a knife in his hand, his mouth slightly open, forgetting to close it.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Lines? What's the next line?

He couldn't remember.

Ye Mo—no, now it's Ding Xiu—pushed the woman in his arms away. Liu Sishi staggered two steps and was instinctively supported by Li Dongxue.

Then Ding Xiu drew his sword.

The sound of the Miao sword being drawn was very soft, but everyone in the quiet film set heard it.

His knife tip was pointed at Jin Yichuan, and the smile on his face didn't fade; instead, it deepened.

"Someone's offering to pay for your head," Ding Xiu said, tilting his head. "They're really willing to spend the money."

"I told you, I'd kill you sooner or later."

He took a step forward, the tip of the knife only a fist's distance from Jin Yichuan's chest.

"It just so happens that someone is paying for it this time."

"Then I think—"

He paused for a moment, his gaze shifting from lazy to sharp.

"Let's not wait any longer."

Li Dongxue's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.

It wasn't the character's reaction; it was his own reaction.

Ye Mo's aura was so strong that his body instinctively generated a "danger" signal.

He should be taking over his lines.

But he couldn't say it.

My mind went completely blank.

……

"Click!"

Lu Yang's voice came from behind the monitor.

But this time, his voice wasn't a call to stop, but rather a shout that left him stunned.

The set was so quiet you could hear someone breathing.

Lu Yang stood up, nearly dropping the walkie-talkie in his hand.

He stared at the playback on the monitor, his eyes wide open.

The assistant director's mouth was open, and he forgot to close it.

The stagehand was carrying a boxed lunch, but the food had gone cold, and he forgot to eat it.

The lighting technician held up the reflector, his arm aching, but he didn't put it down.

No one speaks.

Everyone was still processing what they had just seen.

Ding Xiu held the woman, tilted his head, and smiled as he uttered the word "very smooth"—his eyes, his tone, his demeanor.

evil.

It's not the evil of bad people, but an evil that's hard to define and carries a dangerous aura.

Lu Yang slammed his hand on the table.

"pretty!"

The sound was so loud that the entire film set shook.

Everyone was startled and turned to look at him.

Lu Yang's face turned bright red, and his eyes shone like light bulbs.

He pointed at the monitor, then at Ye Mo, and opened his mouth several times before finally speaking.

"Ye Mo! What did you just say? Say it again!"

Ye Mo was taken aback for a moment: "...Very moist?"

"Yes! That's it!" Lu Yang slapped the assistant director on the shoulder, making the director wince. "Listen to this! Listen to these words!"

The assistant director rubbed his shoulder, looking bewildered: "Director Lu, what's wrong with these lines?"

"What's wrong?" Lu Yang turned his head and stared at him. "I've written so many versions of Ding Xiu's lines, and I never thought I could use these two words. 'Very smooth'—you have to think about it, really think about it! It's both roguish and wicked, with that indescribable flavor. This isn't acting, this is genius!"

The assistant director opened his mouth as if to say something, but seeing Lu Yang's excited expression, he closed his mouth again.

Lu Yang walked to the center of the set and looked at Ye Mo.

Ye Mo had already detached herself from the role and was stretching her shoulders, looking at him with an innocent expression.

"Director Lu, did you fail?"

"Pass?" Lu Yang laughed, a loud laugh. "You think I'd let you pass just because you added that word?"

He turned to look at Li Dongxue.

Li Dongxue remained standing there, holding a knife in his hand, his expression complex.

"Dongxue, what happened to you just now?" Lu Yang asked.

Li Dongxue remained silent for two seconds.

"I didn't catch it," he said, his voice a little muffled. "This kid... he's too weird, my mind went blank."

Lu Yang didn't reply, and looked at Liu Sishi again.

Liu Sishi stood to the side, her face still flushed.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at Ye Mo or Lu Yang.

"Sishi, are you alright?" Lu Yang asked.

"It's nothing," Liu Sishi said softly, "It's just... his lyrics..."

She didn't continue.

This is way too blatant!

Lu Yang understood.

He looked at Ye Mo, who scratched his head, looking completely innocent: "Director Lu, did I overact?"

Lu Yang stared at him for three seconds.

Then he laughed.

"That's too much," he said.

Ye Mo was taken aback: "You passed? Didn't you fail to catch it?"

"They didn't catch it, that's their fault." Lu Yang patted him on the shoulder.

"You're fine, this take is perfect, and—" he paused, his tone becoming serious, "I'm definitely going to get the word 'smooth,' and nobody's allowed to cut it."

The staff members nearby finally came to their senses.

"Holy crap..."

"That was really smooth, did you guys hear that?"

"I heard that, and it gave me goosebumps."

"Liu Sishi's face turned red, did you see? It really turned red!"

"That wasn't acting, he really became famous, right?"

"Teacher Ye... is too good at taking advantage of others."

Lu Yang walked back behind the monitor and watched the playback again.

He pressed pause, and the image froze at the moment Ye Mo said "very smooth"—tilting his head, a smile on his lips, and something indescribable in his eyes.

Lu Yang stared at that image for several seconds.

Then he picked up his phone and took a picture of the screen.

It was saved.

It's so moisturizing, incredibly moisturizing!

.....