Chapter 442

Night, ocean, beach, moonlight.

This scene was perfectly recorded by the camera on the tripod.

Ying Chanxi was pressed down by Li Luo, struggling to breathe; her small face flushed red in the moonlight, lovely to behold, her eyes glazed over, nearly forgetting she was filming a music video.

At this moment, Lin Xiuhong and the others were still playing mahjong and pool on the second floor of the villa.

But if they happened to look toward the beach from the mahjong room's window, they might still clearly see the two figures entwined on the sand.

Yet with Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng keeping them company, Lin Xiuhong and Cui Suling had no intention of glancing over.

Just as Ying Chanxi and Li Luo were both becoming intoxicated and addicted, their feet suddenly felt a chill, causing them to freeze mid-motion and look down at their toes.

When they had retreated from the shore onto the beach, they were still about one or two meters away from the waves.

But somehow, the tide had risen to their feet, re-wetting the toes that had dried after the music video shoot.

The ocean, oblivious to the mood, had ruined the moment; the two, now slightly sobered, finally stopped.

Li Luo climbed off Ying Chanxi and reached out to pull her up.

Ying Chanxi hurried toward the camera, and as she turned her back to Li Luo, she couldn't help but press her lips together, savoring the moment inwardly, her whole being steeped in sweet delight.

Although when Li Luo had come to Qiongzhou City for the annual meeting, Xu Youyu had been by his side.

But fortunately, she too could join Lin Yi and the others in coming to Qiongzhou City to accompany Li Luo on his trip.

As Ying Chanxi thought this, she remembered there were still two more days of sightseeing ahead, and her heart swelled with anticipation.

The first day had already been this thrilling—what would the rest be like?

Just imagining it in her mind made her cheeks burn; though she claimed to be standing beside the camera reviewing the footage, her thoughts were nowhere near it.

Only when Li Luo slowly walked over to the camera, gently embracing her from behind as they watched the recording together, did Ying Chanxi finally snap back to reality.

"How did it turn out?" Li Luo whispered in her ear. "It's already quite late—we've been filming for nearly two hours, haven't we?"

"Mm…" Ying Chanxi's cheeks flushed slightly as she watched the footage of their kiss.

Though the kiss scene was partially obscured by Li Luo's head from the angle, Ying Chanxi, as the actual lead actress, could still recall the intoxicating sensation just by looking at the image.

Especially since Li Luo had secretly teased her, showing her how to extend her tongue…

But… the taste was truly intoxicating, sweet and delightful.

As Ying Chanxi thought this, her breathing quickened again.

Leaning against Li Luo, she turned her head to look at him and whispered, "The footage's almost done—should we… go back to the room now?"

"Mm, we should go back," Li Luo said, watching Ying Chanxi turn her head toward him in his arms; her posture stirred something in him, and he couldn't resist lowering his head again.

"Mm…" Ying Chanxi's neck was awkwardly strained, but once kissed, she didn't want to break away, so she strained to turn back, her hands rising unconsciously to hook around Li Luo's neck and steady herself.

Li Luo's hands rested on Ying Chanxi's slender waist, then slowly slid up to her flat abdomen.

Then, unable to resist, he playfully teased her.

"Mm… mm…" Ying Chanxi's neck ached too much; she finally broke the kiss, blushing as she turned around and shot him a reproachful glance—yet said nothing.

Li Luo awkwardly rubbed his nose, then murmured, "It was instinctive—pure instinct. I didn't even notice myself."

"Hmph." Ying Chanxi adjusted her clothes, her cheeks still flushed; she glanced down at Li Luo, then unconsciously touched her own rear. "Let's go. Back to the room."

"Mm." Li Luo nodded, not noticing her gaze, picked up the camera and tripod beside them, and took Ying Chanxi's small hand, walking toward the villa.

…

When they finally returned to the villa, everyone on the second floor was gone.

It was already past eleven at night.

Since they had to wake up early for the diving club tomorrow, Lin Xiuhong and the others had already returned to their rooms to rest.

After noticing no one was on the second floor, Li Luo asked the maid, "They've all gone to bed, right?"

"Yes," the maid nodded. "The guests finished their entertainment over ten minutes ago and went upstairs to rest."

"Understood," Li Luo said. "You don't need to follow us—we'll go up ourselves."

"Very well, please take your time."

After dismissing the maid, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi went up to the third floor.

Directly opposite the staircase was Ying Chanxi's room.

Li Luo escorted her to the door; she opened it and softly bid him goodnight.

But when Li Luo returned to his own bedroom door, he found a little shadow trailing behind him.

"Didn't we already say goodnight?" Li Luo chuckled as he saw her open her door, place the camera and tripod inside, then immediately follow him.

"Mm… I just thought… it's not really that late yet," Ying Chanxi whispered. "Didn't you bring your laptop? Could we watch a movie together tonight?"

"Tomorrow we have to wake up early—we're leaving for diving at seven. Haven't you forgotten our itinerary, little fool?" Li Luo laughed, tapping her forehead with his finger. "Better get some sleep."

Seeing Ying Chanxi come up with such a flimsy excuse, Li Luo couldn't help but grin.

When Ying Chanxi saw he only laughed without answering, her face flushed with embarrassment; she stomped her foot. "Fine, if you don't want to, forget it—I'm going back!"

As she turned to leave, Li Luo instantly pulled her back.

"I can't refuse Director Ying's request," Li Luo grinned. "But I wonder—what exactly will be filmed on the bed? You'll have to explain the scene to me, Director."

"J-Just… what you did to me this afternoon when you applied sunscreen," Ying Chanxi buried her face in his chest, not daring to look at him, whispering.

"What did I do? I can't quite remember."

"Your memory's so good—do you think you can fool me with that?" Ying Chanxi pouted, muttering.

"Alright," Li Luo chuckled, then opened his door. "Then, Director Ying, please guide me well tonight?"

"Mm… I'll give you proper instruction," Ying Chanxi said, her lips curving as the door finally opened; she couldn't hold back, slipped out of his arms, and stepped boldly into Li Luo's room.

But as she passed the bathroom and reached the far end of the room near the desk, then looked at the bed, she froze in place.

Li Luo, following behind, had just closed the door; seeing Ying Chanxi suddenly stop, he frowned and walked over to her side. "Why are you—"

He hadn't finished speaking when he followed her gaze to his own bed.

"Li Luo, I think it's not too late yet—let's watch a movie together tonight, okay~?" Xu Youyu leaned against the headboard, holding Yan Zhusheng's arm, mimicking Ying Chanxi's tone but with exaggerated flair.

Yan Zhusheng paused, then realized, and with a blank expression, stiffened her face and replied, "We have to wake up early for diving tomorrow. Better get some sleep."

"Wrong." Xu Youyu returned to her normal voice and reminded Yan Zhusheng, "Zhusheng, you missed saying 'little dummy.'"

"Oh." Yan Zhusheng nodded, turned to look at Xu Youyu, and strained to imitate Li Luo's tone, saying to her, "Little dummy."

"Hmph~" Xu Youyu let out a cooing sound, flinging herself onto Yan Zhusheng's lap, whispering softly, "Then… then I think our future music videos will have a lot of bed scenes. Should we practice before bed?"

"Bed scenes?" Yan Zhusheng blinked.

"It's not that at all!" Ying Chanxi, whose face had long turned crimson, could no longer bear Xu Youyu's fabricated nonsense—she stomped her foot and interrupted, flushed with embarrassment and annoyance.

"Cough… it's fine, doesn't matter." Xu Youyu patted Yan Zhusheng's shoulder, signaling her to keep going.

Then Xu Youyu's expression shifted; she sniffed haughtily, "If you won't speak, that means you refuse? Then I'll go back to my room and sleep alone."

At last, Yan Zhusheng began to slip into character. She grabbed Xu Youyu and pulled her into her arms: "As Director Ying requested, I'll fulfill it—but you need to coach me first."

"All those naughty things you did to me when you applied sunscreen this afternoon~"

"I don't remember."

"You're so bad~ How could you forget~"

"Alright then, I'll rely on your guidance tonight."

"Mm~ I'll teach you well~"

"No… no more…" Ying Chanxi felt her mind go utterly numb. Only after Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng finished their act did she snap out of her frozen state, rushing onto the bed and frantically covering Xu Youyu and Yan Zhusheng's mouths with her hands, whimpering.

But these two were clearly possessed by their roles, insisting on adding even more scenes.

"How should Director Ying coach me?" Yan Zhusheng asked Xu Youyu.

"Hmph, of course I'll strip you naked and sexually harass you."

Xu Youyu laughed merrily, pinning Ying Chanxi's head as she hugged Yan Zhusheng, grinning wickedly.

"Once you enter the entertainment industry, you'll learn these rules. If you please me well tonight, I'll guarantee you'll have more roles than you can handle."

"Senior!" Ying Chanxi's face burned crimson, her ears so hot they could roast meat. "Stop… stop saying that!"

Seeing Ying Chanxi on the verge of tears, Xu Youyu finally ceased, laughing helplessly as she pulled Ying Chanxi into her arms and patted her back.

"Alright, alright, no more."

Standing at the foot of the bed, Li Luo, having watched their chaos end, said wearily, "Why are you two in my room?"

"We were waiting for you and Xixi," Xu Youyu chuckled. "Didn't expect to catch such a good show."

"Senior~" Ying Chanxi buried her face in Xu Youyu's chest, too ashamed to look up. Hearing her still mention it, she squirmed and interrupted, "We agreed not to bring this up again!"

"Alright, alright, no more." Xu Youyu, delighted by her adorable reaction, hugged her tighter and patted her head soothingly.

Meanwhile, Yan Zhusheng had already pulled back the covers and said to Li Luo, "Li Luo, get in bed."

"What bed?" Li Luo rolled his eyes. "Xixi, get down too—you've got sand all over you. You need to wash first."