Chapter 8

Any irrelevant personnel had left the filming site. He Zheng sat behind the monitor in silence without saying anything.

Xia Xingcheng looked at Yang Youming, and hoped that the man could apprise him more.

Yang Youming leaned against the desk, took a book prop lying on top of it and leafed through a few pages. He looked up and asked Xia Xingcheng, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-four," Xia Xingcheng answered, sitting by the bed.

Yang Youming said, "How many years have you been acting?"

Xia Xingcheng felt as if he was a student answering the teacher's questions. He politely said, "Six years. I started acting when I was eighteen."

Yang Youming flipped through the book in his hands so quickly that he probably wasn't reading it at all. His tone was casual, it was as if they were chatting in a coffee shop on a summer afternoon. "Which school did you graduate from?"

Xia Xingcheng mentioned the name of a film school. It wasn't the top film school in China, but it was still somewhat famous.

Yang Youming nodded. "So you started acting when you were a freshman."

Xia Xingcheng thought for a moment and said, "I really like acting."

Yang Youming's gaze fell on his face. "Do you?"

"Mm."

He Zheng sat quietly, not urging them to start and allowing them to converse instead.

Yang Youming continued asking him, "Did you carefully consider the project before you took on this role?"

Xia Xingcheng did not expect that he would ask this question in front of He Zheng. After a moment, he replied, "Of course." He had many reasons for taking part in the film, and one of them was so that he would be acknowledged by young actors of the same age and status. At the same time, he couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Why did Ming ge decide to act in this movie?"

Yang Youming was different from him. Yang Youming was already famous and didn't need to rely on such a movie to bring anything to himself.

After hearing this question, Yang Youming didn't answer immediately. He only looked inHe Zheng's direction, then smiled and said. "I owed him a favour, and I always pay them back."

Xia Xingcheng didn't know whether or not what he said was a joke.

Yang Youming put the book in his hand back to its original position and said to Xia Xingcheng, "Get ready to begin."

Xia Xingcheng, who'd already relaxed a bit, suddenly became nervous again. He stood up and took two deep breaths.

Yang Youming suddenly asked him, "What were you thinking about just now?"

Xia Xingcheng paused and said, "I was thinking about what Fang Jianyuan would think about during this?"

Yang Youming asked, "What were you thinking in the previous scene by the stairs?"

Xia Xingcheng couldn't answer for a while. He was a mess at that time and there was no way to think about anything carefully.

Yang Youming told him, "That's right. Don't dwell on it. Fang Jianyuan probably can't think of anything at this moment either."

Just panic, nothing else.

This time, it was just stage blocking, but Yang Youming's expression was very serious.

Xia Xingcheng was pushed down on the bed by Yang Youming, and he instinctively reacted by trying to get up. Unfortunately, before he could, Yang Youming had already pressed against his entire body.

It was real this time. Yang Youming's chest was right on his, and the two thinly dressed men could both feel each other's body temperature.

Then, Yang Youming held down both his hands and kissed his lips deeply.

This deep kiss hadn't been mentioned just now. Xia Xingcheng's head was a mess, and he subconsciously wanted to hide.

Yang Youming grabbed his hands and twisted them above him, so he couldn't help but hold up his chest and press closer to Yang Youming.

Xia Xingcheng could barely breathe. He was aware of Yang Youming's strength, but the man was not at all rough.

Then, Yang Youming lifted up his t-shirt, burying his head in Xia Xingcheng's chest and kissing him there.

Xia Xingcheng raised his head. His chest heaved violently. He was flushed from his cheeks to his neck, all the way down his chest. He opened his mouth and noticed that his lips were dry, and uttered a low whimper, "No…"

His heart felt bereft of anything except an indefinite sense of panic.

Yang Youming reached out and touched the button on his pants. The touch was so strong that the panic in his heart instantly magnified. Xia Xingcheng didn't even think about what he should be doing, only wanting to effectively stop Yang Youming's next move. He reached out and grabbed his pants, pushing Yang Youming's wrist with one hand, and then hunched sideways to avoid him.

Yang Youming's voice was a little hoarse, as if it was soft, yet strong. Still clutching the button of his pants, he gently coaxed Xia Xingcheng, "Don't be scared, it's going to be alright."

It was the voice of an adult man suppressing his desire. Xia Xingcheng heard it very clearly and tried harder to curl up. His t-shirt still rolled up his chest, revealing a smooth and flexible waist and back. "I don't want to," He said, and when he spoke, he found that his voice was hoarse and his words stuttered.

Yang Youming pressed a hand to his waist and stroked it with a bit of force. A tingling feeling arose from the side of his waist in an instant, rendering Xia Xingcheng numb all over, and his heart seemed to throb for a while.

"Silly boy," Yang Youming sounded affectionate yet a little patronizing, both like an elder and a lover.

Xia Xingcheng buried his hot face in the pillow. He didn't sob or tremble, only taking a deep breath, emotions brewing in the darkness and suffocation.

Yang Youming kept stroking his waist until he noticed that he hadn't moved for a long time. He moved closer to Xia Xingcheng's ear, rubbed at his nape with his fingers and asked, "Fang Jianyuan?"

Xia Xingcheng didn't respond.

Yang Youming's voice became softer, "Xiao Yuan?"

Xia Xingcheng's shoulders twitched.

Yang Youming then exerted some strength, held his shoulder and turned him around, and saw that his eyes were red, the corners of his eyes wet.

Xia Xingcheng turned away and refused to look at him.

Yang Youming sat on the edge of the bed, held him up, and let Xia Xingcheng lean against him, wiping the corner of his eye with a thumb and said, "What's there to cry about? Aren't you being silly?"

Xia Xingcheng looked at the direction of the window.

Yang Youming put his arm around his shoulders, wanting him to get into a comfortable posture, and said, "I'm not working tomorrow. Do you want to swim? Shall we go swimming?"

Xia Xingcheng didn't answer.

Yang Youming said to himself, "I lost my swimming trunks, so I'm going to buy a new one in the evening. How about it? We can go shopping together tonight."

Xia Xingcheng's voice was hoarse and sounded miffed, "I'm not free."

Yang Youming laughed at his pout.

The scene ended here.

He Zheng clapped twice and shouted, "Good! Like this, let's strive for one official take!"

Yang Youming stood up from the bedside, patted Xia Xingcheng on the shoulder and said, "Come on."