Chapter 1090: Gentle Neighbor's Dramatic Sweetheart 18

After all the styling was done, Zhongyu Yu took off the red robe worn on the outside and half-leaned against the prepared shooting set.

Just one glance, and it would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Red candles were casually placed on the ground, intertwining with fresh rose petals, warmth suffusing the air, illuminating the peerless beauty inside the curtain.

Zhongyu Yu lazily leaned sideways, her black hair tied to the side, the red sash like blood, the black strands that fell to her waist twining, her gaze toward the outside of the curtain contemptuous yet noble, as if each extra glance were a gift.

Yet the sheer red gauze was lightly draped, exposing the collarbone, the beautiful neck coated with honey-like shimmer, adding a hint of soul‑stirring allure to this nobility.

Like a proud one fallen, luring gentlemen into the mortal world.

Before shooting even started, after Zhongyu Yu had posed, she had the assistant fetch the flowers placed nearby.

I'll get it.

Jin Chen, who had been sitting beside the camera, stood up, answered in a low voice, walked over slowly, and handed the flowers from under the bed to Zhongyu Yu.

His gaze was fervent, yet he held himself in check.

Zhongyu Yu seemed scorched by that gaze, she turned her head, her snow‑white wrist emerging from the gauze to take the bouquet, her body going soft as cotton.

Can we start?" the photographer asked.

Zhongyu Yu: "Sure, Xiao Song, run through the lines."

Hearing that, Jin Chen walked back, puzzled: "What lines?"

It's the narration for this little story; I'll first run through the lines with Brother Yu, and later in post‑production we'll collaborate with a professional voice blogger.

The assistant explained, handing the script to Jin Chen to look at.

It tells of, from another's perspective, watching the arch‑enemy fall and turn into the world's most bewitching male champion.

Jin Chen glanced several more times, then asked Zhongyu Yu, "Shall I do the dubbing for you?"

Sure.

Zhongyu Yu agreed very quickly; though not yet in character, her eyes already held a hint of allure, and she gently blew away the stray hairs on her cheek.

It'll also save me the collaboration fee.

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, his gaze falling on the paper.

Start." the photographer called out.

The other narration was still read temporarily by the assistant, only letting Jin Chen take on the arch‑enemy role.

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Heyyy, did you hear? The most aloof Jade‑like Young Master of today's martial world had his cultivation abolished and slipped into the Drunken Immortal Pavilion!

I've heard it for a while; now his price is sky‑high! Those who want to see him dance and drink would have to spend a fortune and still might not get a slot.

The curtain swayed.

As the jade‑like foot lifted slightly, the camera rose, the Jade‑like Young Master lifted his gaze toward the comer, his long lashes trembling, light shimmering.

He gave a light smile, his red lips clasping a flower petal more striking than blood, the petal falling onto his neck, as if inviting to be plucked.

Young Master, would you like to share a drink with me?

His voice was soft and delicate, as if he didn't recognize the person before him.

From off‑screen, a man's low, restrained voice sounded.

I'll come take you away.

I'm the top performer of this Drunken Immortal Pavilion; where would I go?

His voice had no hesitation, almost without thought.

You should take back your sword, forever stand beside me as my opponent for life! Rather than……

He didn't finish his words, blocked by that monster's action.

Zhongyu Yu half‑rose, snatched the wine‑filled jade cup from Jin Chen's hand, her wet eyes gazing mistily, she lifted her jade neck, laying bare her vulnerability before Jin Chen without guard.

Then, smiling, she lifted her arm and tilted the jade cup, the clear liquor pouring completely over her neck and shoulders, accompanied by a gasp.

Off‑screen, the hurried, heavy breathing grew louder.

"Young Master, you've mistaken the person, right?" Zhongyu Yu laughed, licking the liquor off her fingers.

Originally, this storyboard should have ended here.

But Zhongyu Yu had a sudden whim, tossed aside the jade cup, and instead hooked her hand with the man standing beside the bed.

Following the force, Jin Chen leaned in, his palm being guided to cup Zhongyu Yu's face.

The male champion's allure was innate, his eyes veiled by misty vapor, his flawless skin revealing a faint rouge.

Youyou lifted his gaze, looking at Jin Chen's eyes brimming with desire, his cheek lightly rubbing the palm, the liquor trickling down the sheer gauze.

His fingers stroked the skin, still restrained, as if bewitched by the arch‑enemy turned monster, reason and desire at odds.

Zhongyu Yu chuckled lightly, leading him to collapse inward onto the bed.

The red curtain fell.

The camera panned down, then turned toward the ground soaked with wet petals.

The photographer pressed the end key, about to speak, when the assistant clapped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away; the makeup artist hissed at him excitedly.

Inside the curtain, Zhongyu Yu was truly trapped in Jin Chen's embrace, each breath filled with his scent.

Jin Chen's hand, still resting on her face, hadn't withdrawn, caressing gently, his voice low and deep.

This impromptu cooperation—are you satisfied?

Zhongyu Yu seemed still immersed in the role, yet her charm now held other emotions, her gaze lingering, affection deep and enduring.

Her voice also softened, each word carrying endless softness, "Satisfied."

He narrowed his eyes, then rubbed the warm palm again, the delight in his heart genuine.

I always have sudden whims; only you can go along with them.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected 15! Accumulated 60!】

These words are really soft and obedient; Jin Chen has been hooked and restrained since filming began, and now he can't help himself.

Want to kiss him.

Perhaps it's the ambiguous atmosphere inside the red gauze canopy, with warmth suffusing, doing some intimate things is also most appropriate.

Jin Chen slightly lowered his body, their breaths mingling, the tip of his nose lightly brushing.

"Can I?"

He asked in a hoarse voice, his fingertip lightly brushing over the glistening lips.

Zhongyu Yu didn't speak, his long lashes slightly lowered, and some wicked thoughts arose.

Just as they were about to touch, Zhongyu Yu slipped out from the side, got up and left the canopy bed.

"Not for now."

Jin Chen, who hadn't gotten the kiss, heard these words.

He chuckled lightly and also stood up.

Thanks to Jin Chen, Zhongyu Yu's perfect makeup was somewhat ruined, needing a touch-up and reapplication of lip gloss.

The thoughtful assistant wrung out a damp towel and handed it to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen, while Zhongyu Yu raised his head to touch up his makeup, carefully wiped the water off his neck.

Of course they couldn't use real alcohol; Zhongyu Yu didn't want such an expensive outfit ruined by sticky alcohol after filming.

The assistant and cameraman gathered together, looking at the footage just shot, couldn't help but exclaim repeatedly.

"I think Mr. Jin is also very suitable for shooting this kind of thing; paired with our Brother Yu, the sexual tension is off the charts!"

But after sighing, thinking of Jin Chen's status, they felt it was just a wild fantasy.

A boss busy with myriad affairs, being able to cooperate with the filming is already good.

Zhongyu Yu needed to change his eye makeup, he slightly closed his eyes, hearing the assistant's suggestion, he furtively lifted his head to look at Jin Chen.

"If we still need to film later, you…… can you appear on camera?"

Having filmed many costume-change short stories, Zhongyu Yu has always avoided having a second role that truly appears on camera; first, because he rejects intimate contact with others; second, because he also lacks a suitable partner.

"Of course I'm willing to serve you."

Jin Chen stood behind him, smiling at the person in the mirror, the affection and gentleness in his gaze impossible to ignore.

Zhongyu Yu's cheeks faintly red, his ears hot, yet he didn't avoid that gaze; the corners of his lips curved as he also looked at the mirror, his eyes clear and lustrous,