Chapter 2970: You Are My Fashion Darling 29

A black snake coiled around Jin Chen's calf, its scales glimmering with a cold light in the dappled sunlight, its forked tongue flickering as it moved around his ankle.

No one could tell whether the snake was venomous, but in the jungle, a black snake is often a sign of danger.

"Don't move! Jin Chen, absolutely don't move!" the safety officer stepped forward cautiously, trying to drive it away without disturbing the snake.

Jin Chen's gaze swept past the camera to the edge of the crowd; Min Heng emerged from behind the thicket, his face showing just the right amount of anxiety, looking as if he were ready to rush forward to help at any moment.

So that's how it is.

Chenshu stood among the judges, met Jin Chen's gaze, and gave a slight nod.

It was only a brief exchange of looks; Jin Chen curled the corner of his mouth, understanding clearly in his heart.

Min Heng had already stepped forward and was running this way, shouting "Be careful!"—the concern in his voice sounded quite convincing.

Just as he was about to rush into the filming area, Jin Chen bent down, gripped the snake behind its head, and lifted it off his calf.

The black snake being lifted, its slender tail instinctively sought to coil around Jin Chen's wrist and forearm, and its triangular head swung sharply, seeming about to wrap tightly around him.

Outside the camera, Chenshu narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of pale light flickering in his light‑gold pupils.

The black snake instantly stiffened in Jin Chen's hand, motionless, slowly closing its mouth; its head turned back and it coiled calmly around his forearm like a black armlet.

Jin Chen seemed to sense something, turned the snake's head over with his fingers, and only then discovered that its fangs had been removed.

His boyfriend had really thought of everything.

Thinking this, Jin Chen felt a smile rise again in his eyes.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at this scene.

A youth dressed all in black casually held the live black snake, which was unnervingly docile in his grasp. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the vines, landing on him and on the black snake coiled around his forearm, creating an almost gothic beauty.

Photographer Jack was the first to react; his professional instinct overrode his fear, and he frenziedly captured this once‑in‑a‑lifetime shot.

This is literally a stroke of divine genius—an effect that no post‑processing or props could simulate!

The safety officer and the other crew members also came to their senses, exchanging glances, both relieved and incredulous.

Min Heng stood a few steps away, his face grim, unable to comprehend how the snake could be so obedient in Jin Chen's hands.

He had gone to great lengths to catch this snake, hoping Jin Chen would make a fool of himself on set. Instead, the snake is now tamer than a pet, coiled around Jin Chen's arm as a prop, and the resulting footage exceeds the original plan.

Min Heng took a deep breath, stepped back two paces, and retreated behind the thicket.

He must not be discovered; that rash dash out earlier was already risky enough—if he were noticed again…

"Find out what's going on." Chenshu's voice came from the judges' bench.

Min Heng's heart clenched suddenly.

He saw Chenshu turn his head and say this to the assistant beside him.

Min Heng…

A cold sweat began to break out on Min Heng's back.

He thought he had been covert enough. The snake was caught outside the safety zone, and he had concealed his identity throughout—but if Chenshu decided to investigate, would he find anything?

Min Heng gritted his teeth, turned, and walked deeper into the thicket.

——

Filming continued. With this "unexpected guest" added, the later shoot went unusually smoothly and was stunning enough.

Jin Chen stood under the shade of drooping vines, his all‑black attire and the black snake coiled around his arm almost blending into one.

The snake moved slowly on his arm, its tail hooking his fingertip, its head protruding, its forked tongue brushing the back of his hand.

Sunlight, vines, fallen leaves, the exotic makeup, the docile yet heart‑racing black snake, and the black‑clad man who controls it all—his expression languid yet his aura powerful—every frame brims with narrative feeling.

Jack's blood boiled as he filmed, almost forgetting the earlier fright; he felt this was one of the highlights of his career. Having shot so many feet of film over the years, he would never realize more clearly than now that Jin Chen, simply standing there doing nothing, exudes that chill and allure straight from his bones.

Filming finally ended.

Jack, heart‑full, clutched his camera and nearly jogged over to hand in the footage, his face bursting with unrestrained excitement.

Jin Chen returned to the shed to rest, not rushing to change clothes, sat in the recliner, slightly tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

As expected.

Just as he was resting with his eyes closed, the shed's curtain was lifted by a hand with distinct knuckles.

Chenshu was evidently just coming from the filming area, his work‑pants cuffs and short boots specked with mud and grass; as soon as he entered, his eyes met Jin Chen's in an instant.

Jin Chen did not rise; he leaned back against the chair, legs loosely stretched, a hint of a lax smile in his eyes, but his face showed no expression.

In this state, the dangerous aura about him is even stronger than during filming, for off‑camera he is unbound—seeming able to flirt one moment and, the next, to sink his cold, merciless fangs into flesh and blood, devouring it down to the bone.