Chapter 12: Someone Is Outside

“Zhang Dao.”

“Zhang Producer.”

Seeing the bearded man standing at the door, the makeup room erupted into a chorus of greetings.

“You’ve got a great look.”

Zhang Zhongzhi waved his hand, glancing at Li Luo with satisfaction: “Make sure the photos turn out well.”

“No problem.”

Li Luo smiled.

Frankly speaking, he had the highest looks in the entire crew.

But he wasn’t worried about stealing the spotlight—Lin Pingzhi’s image in the novel was exactly like this, and Linghu Chong wasn’t known for his handsomeness anyway; he’d had a drink with Shao Bing recently, and the guy had a decent heart.

He probably wouldn’t ostracize him over this.

After giving a few instructions, Zhang Zhongzhi left quickly, like a lion king continuing to patrol his domain.

Once ready, Li Luo headed straight for the photo studio.

Today they were shooting both character portraits and promotional photos—the workload was heavy; better to finish early and get peace of mind.

“Bang~”

“Perfect.”

“Don’t blink, do another pose.”

The flash kept firing; under the photographer’s direction, Li Luo swung his long sword, striking one dashing pose after another—all by himself, no need for stuntmen to help.

“Handsome guy!!!”

Catching the thrown sword, Du Yun gave a thumbs-up.

Not just him—Lin Can was also present.

The two of them were assigned today to guide the actors’ poses during shooting; at Zhang Zhongzhi’s insistence, every detail had to be perfected.

“You guys look just as handsome dressed up.”

Li Luo swept his sleeve and grinned: “At least I could pull off a sneaky thief role without any trouble.”

After a few big drinking sessions, a joke meant nothing.

If he hadn’t kept refusing.

They’d have dragged him off to the bathhouse by force!

As filming continued nearby, Li Luo caught sight of Dongfeng Buai’s terrifying makeup—he shuddered and hurried away.

As for the Eastern Heretic’s look, he still preferred Lin Qingxia’s version.

“Isn’t this pretty good?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Hearing the voice, Li Luo arrived at a makeup room.

Producer Wang Weiguo and many crew members were gathered here, comforting Chen Lifeng, who sat before the mirror, afraid she couldn’t accept her new look.

In just a few hours, the girl had transformed completely.

To better match the role, she’d shaved off all her hair—her head was now as smooth as a peeled egg.

She’d also put on a plain monk’s robe, adding an air of delicate fragility.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

Chen Lifeng scratched her head and grinned: “This is actually better—no more hassle washing hair. Don’t you think my features stand out more now?”

“Much prettier than before!”

Everyone nodded rapidly, agreeing enthusiastically.

Seeing her emotions stable, the crew quickly dispersed; the makeup artist moved on to another location, leaving Chen Lifeng alone, staring blankly at the mirror, absently tugging at the clump of cut hair in her hand.

Hearing a faint breath, she turned quickly.

Seeing Li Luo leaning casually against the doorway, smiling, her eyes instantly welled up.

She’d convinced herself it was for work.

For art.

But how many women could truly accept being shaved bald? Earlier, she’d just been forcing a smile—now that the person she knew best had appeared, she couldn’t hold it together anymore!

“Isn’t this look great?”

Li Luo shut the door casually and raised two thumbs: “You’re the most beautiful little nun I’ve ever seen!”

At these words, fat tears immediately rolled down the girl’s cheeks.

Realizing he’d said the wrong thing.

He awkwardly scratched his head.

Before he could think of a way to recover, Chen Lifeng leapt from her chair.

Flew into his arms.

Li Luo sensed trouble, but he stood firm—he’d messed up, so he’d take two punches if needed; better to let his friend vent.

No fists came as expected.

The little nun threw herself into his embrace, crying like petals drenched in rain.

Her quiet sobs were heartbreakingly lovely—but Li Luo couldn’t help secretly amused by her bald head, forcing himself to keep his lips from twitching.

If he laughed now.

He’d be asking for a beating.

After crying for a while, Chen Lifeng looked up pitifully: “Am I ugly now?”

“No way!”

Gently patting her back, Li Luo said firmly: “I just said it—you’re the most beautiful little nun I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re annoying.”

She twisted her waist, letting out a coquettish pout.

Though her face was streaked with tears, she burst into laughter at his words.

Suddenly.

Her body stiffened.

Feeling the beast awaken rapidly, her face flushed bright red.

“Actually.”

Li Luo cleared his throat, calm as ever: “This is a normal physiological response—I’m sure you understand.”

Soft warmth in his arms.

He was eighteen years old.

Holding such a delicate, beautiful girl—who the hell could resist!

“Let go~”

Chen Lifeng’s eyes shimmered more intensely, her voice a faint whisper.

She said that.

But her arms tightened around him even more.

His body was still a virgin, but his soul was an old hand—he understood her meaning instantly, pulled her slender waist close, and kissed her without hesitation.

Not long after.

Heavy breathing filled the small room.

“Not here.”

Her pale fingers fumbled on the table, her eyes completely glazed: “This is the makeup room—someone might come outside.”

“Bang~”

She knocked over a glass bottle—it shattered.

Li Luo didn’t care anymore—even if the Heavenly Emperor himself showed up, it wouldn’t matter.

For the system reward.

Let’s go all out!!!

【Gentle water flows, silk-smooth in the makeup room】

【Indulgence successful】

【Reward: Acting Experience +20】

Either not at all, or all at once—seeing the fleeting system prompt, Li Luo chuckled and neatly dressed himself again.

Across from him.

Chen Lifeng was also tidying her disheveled monk’s robe.

After adjusting herself.

The girl’s cheeks turned rosy, like a ripe apple.

Noticing Li Luo’s lingering gaze, she gave him a playful glare, then pulled her wide sleeves tight, fully concealing her chest.

Just as she tried to stand.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed back onto the chair.

“Why not rest for a bit?”

Li Luo grinned, lifting her chin with a finger: “You just shaved your head—no one’s coming to bother you now.”

“Mm.”

Chen Lifeng let out a weak, muffled groan.

The bare scalp gleamed under the light as it swayed, paired with the plain long robe; this scene gave Li Luo a strange sense of cosplay, and his lower abdomen burned again.

“You go first.”

Seeing the dangerous glint return in his eyes, the girl frantically waved her hands: “Otherwise someone might come!”

“Fine.”

Shrugging, Li Luo kissed the young nun again until she could hardly breathe.

Only then did he leisurely leave the dressing room.