Chapter 44: Heart Disease

This remark was a bit ambiguous—did he want to spend Valentine's Day with her?

Liu Tianxian turned and walked forward; as she walked, she seemed to recall something, and a smile appeared on her face.

If a man is willing to go to great lengths to protect her kiss, how bad could he possibly be?

This feeling of being protected? It's quite nice!

Fang Hong stood behind her, unable to see her expression.

On set, Liu Tianxian's face was pale, slumped on a wooden board; Fang Hong stood before her, with the camera behind him.

This way, we can shoot Liu Tianxian's front face and Fang Hong's back.

Fang Hong had no lines—he kissed her directly, their lips locked; the camera moved to the side.

"Click!"

Ye Weixin shouted loudly, then said: "Makeup team, apply makeup to the male actor."

They're going to make Fang Hong look like a withered corpse.

Absorbing Vitality—Vitality has been drained by Liu Tianxian, so naturally the person's appearance must wither like a tree.

Correspondingly, Liu Tianxian's face was painted to look normal.

Shooting resumed; the two kissed again.

Liu Tianxian seemed to gain energy, drew a deep breath, opened her eyes, and saw Fang Hong's face as if completely drained—she immediately pushed him away.

If she kept absorbing like this, this man would die.

"Huh! Huh!"

Fang Hong gasped heavily, appearing exhausted and weak—his acting was quite good.

At least Ye Weixin didn't yell "Cut," meaning he approved.

After this scene was shot, they hit a snag—there were two lines of dialogue, and if they didn't shoot the actors' front faces, they couldn't film it.

Unless they reshot it in post-production, which would be too troublesome and leave obvious traces.

Ye Weixin gestured for Fang Hong to come over: "You said this scene could use a stunt double—how do you think we should shoot it?"

This was clearly putting him on the spot—you came up with the idea, now you fix it.

Fang Hong wasn't fazed and asked: "Can I see the script?"

He couldn't act like he already knew everything, so asking to see the script was normal.

Ye Weixin handed him the script and pointed: "This part."

Fang Hong glanced casually: "This scene should be handled this way—I'm the withered corpse; no makeup change needed. Keep acting with Yifei. After we finish that act, I return to my original form—Daoists call it Yin-Yang Harmony."

The original plot had Yu Shaoqun immediately return to his normal appearance after Liu Tianxian drained his Vitality.

Here, Fang Hong changed it to: after one night of intimacy, he returns to his original form.

It makes sense—no flaws!

Ye Weixin thought about it and agreed—it was reasonable; he hadn't expected this man to be so knowledgeable, even invoking Daoist classics.

Then they could shoot the front faces directly.

As a withered corpse, the audience wouldn't notice it was a stunt double.

"Good, excellent—shoot it this way," Ye Weixin decided.

With this level of skill, you're trying to make a fantasy film? You can't even match Yu Xian—go home and hug a doll!

Fang Hong returned to the set again.

"What did you tell the director?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"He didn't know how to shoot it—I taught him," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian was astonished: "A great director like him needs you to teach him?"

He directed the Ip Man series!

"So what if I taught him? Don't keep looking down on me—I'm really strong," Fang Hong emphasized.

"Yes, yes, I underestimated you," Liu Tianxian smiled apologetically.

"Exactly."

They chatted a bit more; the crew prepared again, and shooting resumed.

Liu Tianxian gazed at the man before her, now a "withered corpse," and gently stroked his face.

The original version used "slap," this version uses "stroke"—perhaps the emotion is different!

Fang Hong remained weak, gasping heavily, voice hoarse: "Are you feeling better?"

The voice was deliberately hoarse—because his voice differed from the original actor's, it needed adjustment.

Behind the monitor, Ye Weixin nodded slightly—this man paid attention to details.

"If you still want more, I think I can endure it—go ahead," Fang Hong said, then leaned his head forward, offering himself for her to absorb again.

Liu Tianxian smiled lightly: "I can smell it."

"What?"

"You've got that scent now too."

"What scent?"

Listen to this dialogue—could a human have written this? Even a three-year-old could write better.

Seeing Fang Hong confused, Liu Tianxian grabbed his head and kissed him.

This kiss was intense; Fang Hong held her delicate body, pinned her to the wooden board, then rolled over and mounted her.

"Crack!"

The wooden board couldn't bear their weight and collapsed.

On the grass, they stared at each other; Fang Hong kissed her again, still atop her, pinning both her hands above her head in a surrender pose.

Fang Hong kissed her hard, Liu Tianxian's face twisted under the pressure, as if he were venting resentment onto her.

He pried open her teeth and thrust his body forward.

Of course it wasn't real—their clothes were still intact.

"Crack!"

The effect was good; Ye Weixin was satisfied.

After filming ended, the next scene was dawn—Yu Shaoqun simply made a motion of fastening her belt to complete it.

After filming, Liu Tianxian glared at Fang Hong, her eyes sharp and brimming with murderous intent.

You bastard, you stuck that thing in my mouth—how dare you!

"Are you crazy?"

"I am crazy—heartbroken!" Fang Hong shot back without backing down.

"You!"

Furious, Liu Tianxian raised her foot and kicked at him; Fang Hong instinctively dodged.

Seeing she missed, she raised her hand again to strike him; Fang Hong raised his own to block.

But Liu Tianxian only tapped him lightly, not hard at all—her expression softened. Seeing how he yielded, she suddenly burst into laughter.

Why are you so harsh with others, but can't bring yourself to hit me?

"What are you laughing at?" Fang Hong was baffled.

"Mind your own business!"

Liu Tianxian glared at him, the murderous intent flaring again, then swept her sleeve and turned away, too bored to deal with this fool.

Fang Hong was just as confused!

The next morning, as soon as Fang Hong arrived on set, he went to greet Liu Tianxian.

But Liu Tianxian threw a piece of paper at him: "Sign a IOU, then leave quickly—I'll transfer the money to you."

"I've been doing my stunt work just fine—why are you firing me?" Fang Hong knew Liu Tianxian still had kissing scenes.

Then I'll take them all for her!

"You won't leave? Then pay me back." Liu Tianxian extended her hand.

"I don't have money now—I'll pay you when I get paid," Fang Hong said.

"If you don't leave, pay me back—right now," Liu Tianxian said flatly, as if serious.

Fang Hong frowned: "You really have to do this?"

"Yes. Either sign the IOU and leave, or pay me back. Choose." Liu Tianxian's tone was firm.

Fang Hong looked at her: "Do you know how strange you are today?"

"Will you leave or not?"

Liu Tianxian's face was cold, her voice rising slightly.

Fang Hong's expression darkened; he snatched the paper, scribbled an IOU quickly, and handed it over.

Then he glanced at her once and walked away without looking back.

After half a year of living together, he thought their relationship was good—never expecting Liu Tianxian would show him not the slightest respect.

Liu Tianxian watched the man's retreating back; her once firm gaze softened, slowly growing gentle.

"Yifei, the police found the person who slipped the laxative in—already taken away," Yu Shaoqun ran over.

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