Chapter 2016

Jin Chen stared for a moment, lowering his eyes with an aggressive gaze, even tightening his fingers as he lifted Qiao Yu's face.

The distance between them instantly narrowed, so close that Qiao Yu only needed to tilt his head slightly to brush his nose against Jin Chen's.

Qiao Yu's pale cheek flushed even more red, his heart racing like many fireworks exploding, leaving him a bit dazed.

Teacher Jin, aren't you being a little too forward?

"Have you… finished looking?" Qiao Yu's voice tightened, belatedly feeling flustered and shy, even not daring to breathe deeply.

"Xiao Qiao looks great."

Jin Chen smiled, finally releasing Qiao Yu just before he would have fainted from holding his breath, his fingertip lightly brushing his cheek, "You look good even without makeup."

〖Extra Mission 1 completed, reward: 5 hours of Life Value! 〗

Qiao Yu sat back in a daze, turning his chair away from Jin Chen, lowering his head shyly to cover his face, his clear, bright eyes glistening with tears.

Mom.

The ultimate killer is great at flirting!

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +5, total 10!】

Jin Chen glanced at the mirror again; the shy Xiao Qiao seemingly didn't realize that even with his back turned he could still be seen, still secretly fanning his face to cool down.

He was gorgeous to the point of being eye‑catching, like immersed glazed porcelain.

But…

Why does my wife keep throwing herself into my arms every day?

"Xiao Qiao." Jin Chen suddenly called him, gazing at the bewildered Xiao Qiao reflected in the mirror, his casual tone hinting at an undetectable seriousness.

"You and Tan Du really broke up, right?"

Qiao Yu tilted his head, frowning slightly, surprised that Jin Chen also knew this, and quickly nodded, "Yeah, yeah."

I now wish the farther I am from him, the better.

That's the main character's seme, and he's quite bad.

Then that's good.

Jin Chen curled his lips into a smile at him, and his stern aura softened.

Even as Qiao Yu left Jin Chen's exclusive dressing room feeling dazed, he still didn't understand what "Then that's good" meant.

But his heart was beating rather hard.

Qiao Yu held his chest, lost in thought.

——

Qiao Yu's strategy of avoiding the main character was proceeding very effectively.

For almost the entire day, Tan Du had no opportunity to speak a few words with him alone, and his sense of crisis grew increasingly intense.

Before, Qiao Yu always took the initiative to talk to him, even sacrificing rest time; he had never been ignored like this at any time.

But now, while still filming, Tan Du could only endure; upon learning that the script had been altered, his whole person became even more volatile and explosive.

By comparison, Qiao Yu appeared very relaxed.

Today's scene is the revised script: While Immortal Lord Qingjue was in seclusion, he learned that his disciple Rong Zheng was besieged by the Demonic Cult at the seal site, and the Demonic Cult Leader Wan Mei personally attacked. Immortal Lord Qingjue forced himself out of seclusion to rescue Rong Zheng, but Wan Mei took a liking to him and wanted to bind him back to the demon realm as a dual-cultivation furnace; Immortal Lord Qingjue was shocked and angry, fought Wan Mei for dozens of moves, and had his natal Jade Pendant snatched by Wan Mei.

So, Qiao Yu spent the whole day acting opposite Jin Chen.

Little Qiao was terrified.

Having no acting skills at all, what should I do!

The fully made-up Demonic Cult Leader crouched in the corner counting mushrooms, trying to cheat.

〖Tongtongzi, do you have any acting skill buff? 〗

〖Warm tip: The Host can have a private session with the mission target. 〗

Really, never forgetting the mission at all times!

Qiao Yu suddenly realized, turning his gaze to Jin Chen in the field, and was startled into a shiver by Immortal Lord Qingjue's icy aura.

But in the blink of an eye, Jin Chen caught the furtive glance; as he turned his head, his icy demeanor melted, and Qiao Yu's face flushed slightly.

It seems… it's not impossible.

To facilitate the confrontation, Qiao Yu's red outfit today is more neat; the makeup weakens his original liveliness a bit, enhancing his striking beauty, barefoot standing on the snow laid out at the scene, like a gorgeous ghost risen from hell.

As long as he stands there, he is the Demonic Cult Leader Wan Mei.

Countless gazes at the scene were drawn to him, and the terrifying seal-site scenery in the snow paled in comparison.

Qiao Yu, under those gazes, moved toward Jin Chen and whispered nervously.

"Jin Teacher, my acting skills are very poor."

It turns out he had been crouching in the corner for so long because he was worried about this.

Jin Chen chuckled, ruffling his hair, and said, "It's fine; I'll guide you through the performance."

Qiao Yu pressed his lips and smiled slightly, letting himself relax.

"Scene 24, three cameras, one take!"

Wind and snow swirled at the seal site, and countless cultivators' blood stained the snow.

Immortal Lord Qingjue arrived here, and at first sight saw that overly eye-catching red figure; a chill instantly rose in his eyes.

"Immortal Lord Qingjue, long time no see." Wan Mei's fingertip twirled a strand of black hair, and there was someone's fresh blood on her cheek, mysterious and dangerous.

After not seeing the head of the immortal sect for years, Wan Mei's eyes flashed with interest, and she unexpectedly developed a possessive desire that she shouldn't have.

This Qiao Yu can act; as long as he thinks of Jin Chen as a life-saving weapon, his possessive desire is incredibly strong.

Zhou Weifeng outside the monitor glanced at the field, stunned, and did not call a cut.

Immortal Lord Qingjue summoned his natal sword, saying, "Cut the nonsense, hand over my disciple."

Wan Mei, leveraging her backward lean, suddenly lifted her leg, the move full of utter humiliation.

The bare foot adorned with a golden bell barely stepped onto Qing Jue's left shoulder; the scarlet gauze robe slid down from the knee, revealing fair calf.

This posture required strong waist strength; even with the aid of pressure it was somewhat strenuous, and just as Qiao Yu was about to give out, his ankle was suddenly seized by Jin Chen.

He startled, instinctively dodged backward, and actually completed a backflip.

; "The Immortal Venerable's shoulder bones are harder than before.";

With malicious intent, the toes ground over the azure Dao markings, and the golden bell jingled with the movement.

Qing Jue's Adam's apple jerked violently, veins bulging on the back of his sword‑gripping hand; the sword tip that should have cleaved the opponent's heavenly gate was twisted awry by bewitchment, and the hilt suddenly wrapped in the Cult Master's black‑iron chain.

As the Cult Master stumbled into his embrace, his black hair swept over the Immortal Venerable's tense jaw; the red robe pressed by the Daoist robe spread across the snow like spilled crane's‑top red, spreading along their overlapping outlines.

Qiao Yu's breath hitched; he lifted his eyes to see Jin Chen pressing down on him, almost losing his composure.

By sheer chance they completed the final hand‑holding task.

It was… too close.

Engulfed in a blast of cold agarwood, Qiao Yu felt a bit dizzy, his breath seeming to turn sticky.

But the director hadn't called cut yet.

"Don't move." Jin Chen whispered in his ear, his strongly present palm brushing over Qiao Yu's lower back, scorching heat transmitting to Qiao Yu's body, a tingling numbness traveling straight to his heart.

Qiao Yu could only continue, relying on this feeling of vexation.

; "Why didn't you gouge out this seat's eyes?";

Wen Mei panted and laughed, hooking the undone sash of Qing Jue the Immortal Venerable; his lust‑filled amber eyes reflected Qing Jue's stern brows and eyes.

"Or… even the lofty Immortal Venerable has been moved?"

…

"Click! Great!" Zhou Weifeng shouted, his voice full of delight.

The atmosphere, ambiguous, exuded allure.

The off‑set staff dared not urge them on, made inexplicably excited by the overly alluring atmosphere, and the behind‑the‑scenes footage of this segment was also filmed.

Qiao Yu, held in the embrace, went limp in the waist, unable to exert strength; his long lashes fluttered, veiling the wetness at the corners of his eyes, and even the fingertips reaching to push Jin Chen's shoulder tinged red.

"Jin… Jin Teacher, the performance is over."

Jin Chen's brow bone jutted prominently; this posture pressing down created such an oppressive feeling that Qiao Yu dared not meet his gaze, his heart pounding hard.

"Good."

Jin Chen responded, rising and pulling Qiao Yu up with him, brushing away the prop snowflakes resting on his cheek, "You performed wonderfully, not a single mistake."

It's all thanks to the teacher's good instruction.

Qiao Yu's slightly parted lips closed again; he felt that saying this in this scene was inexplicably a bit decadent.

This dirty thought, huh.

〖Today's hand‑holding task completed, reward: 8 hours of life! 〗