Chapter 28

It went without saying that the hospital's dark and dilapidated toilets with its narrow cubicles and a janitor who cleaned with water and disinfectant, was not a very decent place, much less a place where people would get lost in wild and fanciful thoughts. But what Yu Haiyang and Fang Jianyuan needed at this time was not a particular environment, yet simply a space that would allow the two of them to be alone together without having to worry about other people barging in out of nowhere.

Before filming officially began, Xia Xingcheng leaned against the wooden door while Yang Youming stood in front of him. The camera was on his left, very close to the two of them.

Such a close-up shot was able to make one feel the pressure of the cramped surroundings, as if there really was a real wall on the left side of the cubicle.

Xia Xingcheng looked directly into Yang Youming's eyes, trying hard to get into his character's mood.

Slightly lowering his head, Yang Youming looked down at him and raised his hand to gently stroke Xia Xingcheng's face and ear. The distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breaths.

Xia Xingcheng was a little nervous, and this nervousness made it a bit difficult for him to completely get into character. He was scared that he would genuinely immerse himself in this passionate scene, not wanting the camera to capture his emotions for everyone to see.

The pad of Yang Youming's slightly rough finger softly rubbed against Xia Xingcheng's ear. It was obvious that he had already become Yu Haiyang, and not only had his actions turned into Yu Haiyang's, but soon enough, Xia Xingcheng saw the increasingly burning desire in his eyes.

In that split second, Xia Xingcheng evidently understood what Yang Youming meant when he said that he would fully throw himself into filming, making his previous worries seem completely ridiculous. After a moment of being looked at directly by Yang Youming's eyes that shone with longing, Xia Xingcheng began to feel that his breathing had become quite unstable. This arousal was a normal response for Fang Jianyuan, who had just fallen in love, when facing Yu Haiyang.

In a flash, He Zheng called for the scene to begin, and Yang Youming immediately kissed Xia Xingcheng's lips, somewhat ferocious, possessive, and as if he wanted to swallow him whole.

What He Zheng wanted most in this scene was these five words: the difficulty of holding back.

Must movies about love contain erotic scenes? The answer was naturally 'no, not always'—a beautiful romance, even if two people didn't ever hold hands from start to finish, could still make the audience perceive a strong sense of yearning.

But in this movie, He Zheng believed that these three intimate scenes were necessary. When their feelings gradually grow stronger, adults' possessive desire for each other was not only about wanting to possess the other's heart, but also their body, just as men need to eat when they are starving. Falling in love with him and wanting to make love to him are all involuntary reactions.

So in this scene, their passionate actions were a manifestation of their feelings—not only an expression of their desire—and the image that the audience perceived was not how passionate the scene was, but how strong their feelings were; so strong that it must be expressed through physical friction, the coming together of their bodies.

Xia Xingcheng couldn't think of anything else at this time, and his physical reaction closely followed the stimulation that Yang Youming gave him. Here, he was just Fang Jianyuan, and under his intensely intimate, outrageous kiss, he could only bear it all by reaching out and wrapping his hands around Yang Youming's neck.

Yang Youming stuck his fingers through Xia Xingcheng's short hair and wrapped his palm around the back of his head, cushioning Xia Xingcheng's head as he pressed him against the hard wooden door.

Xia Xingcheng endured these fierce kisses that were impossible to escape.

As Yang Youming left his lips to kiss his jaw and neck, Xia Xingcheng unconsciously raised his head, as if he was delivering his neck straight to Yang Youming's mouth.

He gasped so heavily that his eyes were unable to focus.

Yang Youming knew how to make a scene more beautiful in front of the camera, and his kisses and caresses weren't at all crude. Slowing down their tempo slightly, he kissed the soft skin between Xia Xingcheng's chin and neck, then gently sucked on his Adam's apple. The hand behind Xia Xingcheng's head was also softly stroking his scalp.

Xia Xingcheng's knees went soft.

Yang Youming held up his body by inserting his leg between Xia Xingcheng's legs.

Inevitably, Xia Xingcheng had a physiological reaction. Their bodies were pressed so close together that there was practically no gap between their lower bodies. Similarly, he sensed that Yang Youming had the same reaction.

For a split second, Xia Xingcheng's mind briefly went blank.

Suddenly, he felt Yang Youming reach out and touch his lower body.

Xia Xingcheng immediately regained his senses, abruptly wanting to avoid what was coming. This was both his and Fang Jianyuan's real physiological reaction. Afraid, he looked at Yang Youming with panic on his face.

Instead of forcing him, Yang Youming pressed his head down on his shoulder, then bowed his head and placed a lingering kiss on Xia Xingcheng's ear. His voice was low and hoarse, practically soft, coaxing this young man with an airy tone, "Be good, don't be afraid. I love you and want you to feel good."

These lines were all in the script, but the actions and voice as well as the gentle emotions all belonged to Yang Youming, and Xia Xingcheng and Fang Jianyuan were both convinced together.

But when Yang Youming reached out once more, Xia Xingcheng was so tense that he caught Yang Youming's hand again, his own hands and lips trembling slightly.

Yang Youming looked at him for a moment, his love and desire visible in his small smile. After, he pressed Xia Xingcheng's face to his neck, refusing to let him see anything, and extended his hand again.

This time, his hand reached out with the softest touch. They had already communicated this beforehand, and the camera would not capture the area.

Xia Xingcheng couldn't see anything and could only smell the scent of Yang Youming's body. His whole body trembled unconsciously, his hands clutching Yang Youming's sleeve, knuckles turning white.