Chapter 63: People Come and Go

The night was deep.

Everyone had grown quiet.

The interface flashed and vanished.

Gaining the Expert-level Equestrian skill left Li Luo content as he rubbed the number eight on his jersey.

The rewards for these kinds of things were always the most generous.

This was forcing himself to be no good man!

Now it wasn’t just about whipping and spurting the horse—some advanced techniques were hard to describe, but moving freely on horseback was no problem; he could probably even pull off one or two tricks.

He smiled as he sipped a mouthful of red wine, pulling the woman in his arms tighter.

“I need to go back.”

After catching her breath, Guo Feili turned to look at Li Luo: “It’s been too long—the assistant will suspect something.”

A faint flush still lingered on the woman’s face!

Look at her expression.

She was utterly satisfied with that red wine.

The quantity was substantial.

The effect was certainly not to be underestimated.

“No rush,” Li Luo grinned, gripping the hem of his jersey and slowly rolling it upward: “You like watching ball games too—didn’t you know there’s a second half?”

“Besides!”

Watching her skin reveal itself inch by inch, he raised an eyebrow: “I was so focused on playing ball earlier.”

“I forgot to check how good the little basketball is.”

“Naughty~”

Guo Feili raised her hand to hit him, but her strike landed light and weak.

She felt him stirring powerfully awake.

The Peony Immortaless instantly became a humid south wind—she had no more thought of returning!

Exterior shots completed at the Shisanling Reservoir.

The set for the Ice-Fire Cave grotto was also finished; the props team used cement to form rocks and tossed in dead branches dragged from who-knew-where.

Split wood into bowls, break bamboo into cups.

Within their budget, they created a lifelike scene of life in a desolate island grotto.

Not just the Ice-Fire Island.

Later, with minor set adjustments, the Spirit Snake Island scenes will also be filmed here.

Originally, Lai Shuiqing had worried about the upcoming romantic scenes—he thought the lead was a greenhorn who’d laugh during kissing scenes—but what followed surpassed his imagination.

Li Luo and Guo Feili’s romantic scenes shot with incredible smoothness.

They embodied that tender, lingering emotion.

Perfectly!

But as time passed, the days of fiction turning real drew swiftly to an end.

The studio.

It was already stifling inside, and with the lights surrounding them, it felt like being under the scorching midsummer sun.

Beside the stone table.

Several actors wore thick clothing, performing with calm composure.

“Wuji.”

Xu Jinjiang, hair disheveled, trembled as he stroked the Dragon-Slaying Blade in his hands: “Starting tomorrow, I’ll keep a close eye on your training.”

Just now, the Golden-Haired Lion King revealed the secret behind his indiscriminate killings.

It was to lure out his master, Cheng Kun.

To avenge the massacre of his entire family.

The camera slowly pushed in, capturing the three seated at the other end of the stone table; Li Luo now sported a full beard, his expression complex as he gently stroked Shi Xiaolong’s head and sighed.

Guo Feili, dressed in a green robe and gray skirt, also looked sorrowful, lightly patting Shi Xiaolong’s shoulder.

This sorrow.

It wasn’t acting.

After this scene, her role officially ended.

“Good,” Lai Shuiqing wiped sweat from his brow and clapped gently: “Congratulations, Feili, wrapped.”

Under the director’s lead, a burst of applause erupted in the studio.

Guo Feili accepted the bouquet from the producer, forced a smile, and bowed repeatedly to those around her: “Thank you—working with all of you has been a joy. Thank you to every teacher for your hard work.”

The shooting period wasn’t long, but she truly felt reluctant.

After hugging Shi Xiaolong.

She looked at Li Luo with a complex expression.

“Congratulations.”

He shrugged, pulling her into a firm embrace: “Safe travels.”

They had already said goodbye.

She was flying back to Singapore tonight—another production awaited her there. Both had carefully avoided investing emotion; everything was left to fate.

With Guo Feili’s departure, the crew didn’t grow quiet.

On the contrary, it became even livelier.

Every day, people arrived at the hotel with bags and parcels.

Young Zhang Wuji and the Golden-Haired Lion King still had some solo scenes, but those had nothing to do with Li Luo—they were filmed by a separate crew. After working continuously for over ten days, he finally got a brief break.

Finally, no more wearing a wig all day.

How liberating!

Still, he didn’t idle—he kept visiting the set to observe others’ performances.

He picked up something, however small.

Green grass stretched lush, water trickled gently.

Li Luo sat under the shade, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, grinning as he watched the two people ahead rehearse. Everything seemed normal now, but unless something went wrong, a very eye-searing scene was coming next.

“Hey~”

Unsteady footsteps approached, followed by a greeting: “You’re having it easy!”

“Huh?”

Turning around, Li Luo quickly stood up.

Two stunning women walked toward him, holding hands; they were nearly the same height but each had her own charm.

“Gao Yuanyuan.”

He nodded to the left, then smiled and greeted the right: “Sister Jingwen, I finally get two days off and you catch me—did you finish your promotion tour?”

“I told you not to call me sister.”

Jia Jingwen feigned a punch, then pulled over a chair and sat down.

“I’m exhausted!” She stretched her legs forward and yawned deeply: “Just finished promotion, rushed back to Jingcheng, heard the crew was shooting here, so I came with Yuanyuan to get used to the set early.”

“What scene are you shooting now?”

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and sat quietly beside her.

This one was a sister too.

Discovered by an advertising agency before turning eighteen, she’d shot dozens of commercials and played lead and supporting roles in several TV dramas and films.

Though her acting now was somewhat questionable, her resume was far deeper than Li Luo’s.

“Ji Xiaofu wants to drown herself.”

Li Luo clicked his tongue, as if his teeth hurt: “Yang Xiao leaps in to save her, and they kiss—love is sealed!”

“Oh~”

Jia Jingwen removed her sunglasses and watched with interest.

Gao Yuanyuan beside her did the same.

Zhang Tielin, playing Yang Xiao, was a veteran; Tao Hong, playing Ji Xiaofu, was an award-winning actress. Both were curious what sparks these two would create.

“I was already betrothed, you know that, right?”

“I know.”

“You know everything, understand everything—why are you so kind to me, making me feel guilty and miserable?”

As filming began, Tao Hong’s voice drifted over.

“She’s acting beautifully.”

Jia Jingwen sighed.

“Yes!”

Gao Yuanyuan felt the gap between people.

“Sss~”

All three sucked in a breath.

Zhang Tielin gripped Tao Hong’s head and pressed his face hard against hers—he was actually kissing her, using every feature with force; her struggling didn’t seem fake.

Unfortunately, he was tightly hugged and couldn’t escape.

The next moment.

An even more shocking scene appeared.

"Damn!"

"Oh my god~"

"What are they doing?"

Several soft cries rose as the trio of onlookers all leaned back in unison.