Chapter 35

Xia Xingcheng changed his underwear, his body wrapped up in a bathrobe. The makeup artist blow-dried his hair. It only needed to be half-dry before they could continue shooting the next scene.

Yang Youming also changed out of his drenched clothes and into a bathrobe, and his hair and makeup were also fixed up. What followed was their real sex scene.

Before the shot, He Zheng sat on a stool by the bed and told Yang Youming and Xia Xingcheng, "Just pay attention to filming."

Sitting by the headboard, Xia Xingcheng was watching He Zheng intently, but at this time, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Yang Youming.

Yang Youming sat at a distance from Xia Xingcheng, near the end of the bed, his arms folded on his chest. His long legs stretched out from under the bathrobe, folded casually. He repeated He Zheng's words, "Pay attention to filming?"

He Zheng lit a cigarette, took a long drag, then exhaled smoke contentedly. "You've acted in so many movies, how would you make this kind of bed scene look good? Maybe you can teach me."

The cigarette smoke was blown into Xia Xingcheng's face. He slightly lowered his head and avoided it seamlessly.

Yang Youming asked, "You only want a shot that looks good?"

"No." This time, He Zheng denied quickly. Shaking his head, he said, "What I want is immersion. Last time it was very good. Both of you were great." After saying this, He Zheng bit his cigarette and seriously pondered upon something for a while. He said to Yang Youming, "You can be a little rough."

Yang Youming didn't say a word and merely stared at him.

He Zheng smiled. "The roughness is just to look good, I don't want you to be genuinely rough. At present, it's different from before, and it's just what's natural for these two. I want both of you to show the hotbloodedness between men in front of the camera."

Xia Xingcheng listened to the two men talking, not expressing a single opinion from start to finish.

He Zheng asked him, "Is there anything you want to say, Xingcheng?"

Xia Xingcheng shook his head hurriedly. "There's nothing."

"Don't worry, just go with the flow," He Zheng said. "Right now, you've already captured the character's feelings extremely well, and sometimes your acting is better than I thought it'd be. Do you understand what I mean?"

Xia Xingcheng let out a reluctant smile. "I know."

He Zheng stood up and said, "Later, just act according to your own wishes. If I think something's not right, we'll retake it." With that, he turned to leave, but before he took a step forward, he turned again and looked at Xia Xingcheng, saying, "Do you know, Xingcheng? What the director needs to do is control and capture the whole scene, and how the camera's lens captures the characters' stories is based on the director's consideration. But regarding the roles, I personally think they still belong to the actors. That's why I don't like teaching an actor how they should act. I just tell them what I want. As for how to act, it's still up to the actors themselves."

Xia Xingcheng looked up at him and nodded earnestly. "I understand. I've learned a lot of things from filming this movie."

"There's no need for you to learn from me unless you're also interested in the behind the scenes stuff, but Yang Youming can really teach you a lot," He Zheng said. "He's the most outstanding actor I know. Don't be a celebrity, or even a traffic star. Be an actor."

Xia Xingcheng nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Director He."

When He Zheng made final adjustments to the scene and all parties were ready in their places and the unrelated personnel had left the set, he told the both of them, "No need to rush, when you think you're ready, just let me know."

Xia Xingcheng took off his bathrobe and sat on the bed in his underwear. He raised his head and moved his slightly stiff neck, trying to relax his strained nerves.

Standing by the bed, Yang Youming also took off his bathrobe, then threw it aside in passing.

Xia Xingcheng didn't dare look at him. Yet even so, out of the corner of his eyes, he could clearly see Yang Youming's beautiful male body and the outline of his manhood through his underwear.

Yang Youming sat down at his bedside, and Xia Xingcheng subconsciously withdrew his legs. At this time, he had already become Fang Jianyuan. Yang Youming naturally also saw this, so he reached out and pulled the quilt on the bed to cover Xia Xingcheng's legs.

Afterwards, Yang Youming didn't speak, only holding Xia Xingcheng's hand.

According to the script and He Zheng's requirements, this scene closely followed the previous scene in the bathroom. The mood has already been set off to a certain point, and on the bed, they could directly enter the scene's climax. However, it was cut apart when filming, so He Zheng gave them time to find and immerse themselves in the mood.

Yang Youming held Xia Xingcheng with one hand as he raised his other hand to Xia Xingcheng's head to gently stroke the hair behind his ear, then his nape, then lightly going down to caress his back.

Warm palms against naked skin—Xia Xingcheng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. He could feel a soft throb, not just from Yang Youming's touch, but more from the effects on his heart.

Yang Youming raised his legs and got on the bed. Xia Xingcheng separated his legs, letting Yang Youming kneel in front of him and press him down.

The quilt always covered Yang Youming's ass, yet it revealed his beautiful waistline. He pressed Xia Xingcheng down and kissed his lips.

He Zheng wordlessly motioned to begin filming.

This was the first time Xia Xingcheng experienced the feeling of getting pressed down by a man with his legs apart, but he couldn't resist immersing himself in Yang Youming's kiss, and he felt the kiss getting gradually deeper and stronger.

His breaths started to get rougher, and he couldn't help tilting his head upwards.

Yang Youming took the opportunity to bite on his adam's apple, pinching his waist with one hand and caressing his face and jaw with the other.

Then, Xia Xingcheng felt Yang Youming bearing down on him. His eyes instantly widened and his face turned a deep red. Although he'd been mentally prepared for a while, this kind of action was nevertheless too much for his heart to bear.

Yang Youming buried his head next to Xia Xingcheng's neck, breathing heavily, and the downward motion of his body grew even greater.

This was of course merely an act, and they weren't having real sex, but in a sense, these actions could also be considered sexual.

Xia Xingcheng couldn't restrain his body's reaction at all, and it was evident that Yang Youming also had a hard time controlling his own.

As soon as filming stopped, Yang Youming immediately got off of him. Sitting at the bedside with his back to the camera, he picked up the bathrobes on the ground and handed Xia Xingcheng his bathrobe.

The quilt was still covering Xia Xingcheng. When he received the bathrobe, he said, "Thank you."

Yang Youming turned and left the set.