Chapter 47

"No."

Nazha said, stuttering.

Reba's voice was suspicious: "Nazha, why does it feel like your voice is shaking?"

"Just filmed a scene in the sea, I'm a bit cold now."

"Mm-hmm, take care of your health."

Nazha wanted to ask Reba what she would do if she really discovered that Yang Mi and Zhou Jin had a problem.

But after hesitating for a long time, Nazha still didn't ask.

Reba hesitated for a while, then suddenly said in a daze:

"Nazha, actually, I always have a feeling that Sister Mi and Zhou Jin knew each other earlier than I did. If there really is something between them, it's very likely it started before me."

"Nazha, if they really have a problem, what do you think I should do?"

Nazha paused after hearing this.

She hadn't expected this to be the situation; she had thought Yang Mi was the latecomer, but she hadn't expected Yang Mi might be the one who came first, and Reba was the latecomer.

Nazha thought for a while but couldn't come up with a good solution.

She knew Reba was beautiful, but Yang Mi was no less so, and Reba was currently just a small star, still under Yang Mi's command.

But Yang Mi was different; she was one of the hottest "Four Little Flower Dan" at the moment.

In terms of feminine charm alone, Reba was too green.

In terms of "positions," Reba was definitely far inferior to Yang Mi.

Suddenly, a bold idea popped into Nazha's mind.

One that Reba wouldn't think of.

But what if Reba and Nazha teamed up?

Wouldn't that be enough to beat Yang Mi?

"Nazha, did you think of a way?" Reba's voice was a bit anxious.

"Reba, I have a way, I don't know if it will work?"

"What way?" Reba's voice was excited.

Nazha said with a guilty conscience: "I can't say for now, but I might need to suffer some losses."

Reba hesitated.

The more sincere Reba was, the more guilty and guilty-conscienced Nazha felt.

But since she had already said it, Nazha naturally wouldn't hesitate anymore.

Nazha gritted her teeth and said: "Reba, it's okay, I'm fine. For you, I can endure these losses."

As Nazha said this, she suddenly thought of Zhou Jin saving her in the sea today, his solid muscles, and his masculine feeling.

Her heart felt a bit hot.

"Nazha, you really are my good sister."

"Best friends for life."

Nazha hung up the phone with a guilty conscience.

Guilt and a guilty conscience for deceiving her good friend also arose in her heart.

Nazha took a deep breath and slowly made up her mind.

"I have to be proactive. Reba is definitely no match for that thousand-year-old fox Yang Mi, but it's different with me here."

"The ambition of us two sisters can swallow the world!"

After making up her mind to deceive herself, the guilt Nazha originally felt eased a lot.

The next day.

Beach set.

Nazha was wearing a swimsuit and a coat.

Zhou Jin was still the same black skin as yesterday, but still very handsome.

Deng Chao looked at Nazha and Zhou Jin and said seriously: "Nazha, reshoot the scene today, you must find that feeling of being in love."

Nazha pretended to be troubled and said: "I'm not a 'love-brain,' it's not that easy to find the feeling of love."

Deng Chao was left speechless by the question.

After all, it was his first time being a director, and Nazha's status wasn't low, so he naturally wouldn't be that strict.

Zhou Jin spread his hands.

What could he do? He couldn't deliberately fall in love with Nazha just for a movie.

Besides, his scenes with Nazha were very few; most of his scenes were with Yang Mi.

He couldn't fall in love with Yang Mi too...

Well, Yang Mi had already been molded into his shape.

Nazha thought for a while, looked at Deng Chao, and said with a deliberately hesitant expression:

"Super Brother, should we add a kiss scene with Zhou Jin? Would that be better to help get into the atmosphere?"

"Would that be okay?" Deng Chao was overjoyed in his heart.

But on the surface, he showed a hesitant expression.

Nazha was just about to say she could sacrifice herself for art.

Who would have thought Zhou Jin would speak up:

"That wouldn't be good."

Nazha froze, her eyes widening in shock as she looked at Zhou Jin.

Zhou Jin glanced at Yang Mi with a guilty conscience, while Yang Mi smiled lightly, her expression normal, without the slightest change.

Last night, Yang Mi had been a bit jealous of him and Nazha.

She had bitten him quite a bit, but since Yang Mi couldn't bear to use force, there were no teeth marks.

Even if he felt a bit excited in his heart, on the surface, he had to refuse.

If he really couldn't refuse, he couldn't help it; as an actor, one must sacrifice for art.

Big Mi Mi should be able to understand him.

"This..." Nazha gritted her teeth. She was such a great beauty.

No matter where she filmed, she was always sought after; she hadn't expected to hit a wall with Zhou Jin.

But Nazha thought about it again: when she and Reba visited the set, she saw Zhou Jin filming a kiss scene with Bai Lu last time, and Zhou Jin had also very gentlemanly suggested a false angle and refused Bai Lu's request to reshoot several times.

Could Zhou Jin really be a good man?

As soon as Nazha thought of this...

Her eyes brightened; she found that she seemed to like Zhou Jin even more!

Nazha immediately said firmly:

"Super Brother, I think art should be real. To film this scene, sacrificing a little for art is nothing!"

"For the sake of art, I have no objections."

In a place where others couldn't see, Yang Mi looked at Zhou Jin, so angry her teeth itched.

Others didn't understand Zhou Jin.

She was the person closest to Zhou Jin and knew everything; how could she not understand him?

He was just a lecherous, big scumbag.

But who let her like him so much, both in heart and body?

Deng Chao nodded and said seriously:

"All departments ready, action."

Nazha lifted her hand to take off the coat draped over her shoulders and threw it onto the beach.

The sunlight poured down without obstruction, and her strappy bikini crashed into view.

Her skin was so white it was almost translucent; the most lethal part was the snow-white rise and fall of her chest, barely supported by the thin swimsuit, rising and falling gently with her breathing, the soft, delicate curve at the edge making one's eyes burn.

Zhou Jin stared for two seconds, his Adam's apple rolling involuntarily.

In this entertainment industry, with so many temptations, how could a hot-blooded man like him resist?

He reached out and grabbed Nazha's waist, pulled her into his arms, and turned to mount the horse.

The horse began to trot on the beach, its hooves sinking into the fine sand, each step bringing a dull jolt.

The two bodies were pressed tightly together, rising and falling with the rhythm of the horse's back.

Nazha's soft body rubbed against him in his arms, bumping back with every fall; that snow-white softness pressed against his chest through the thin swimsuit, the sensation so clear it made his scalp tingle.

Zhou Jin lowered his head, looked at her close at hand, and without any more hesitation, leaned down and kissed her.

The moment their lips touched, it was soft and moist.

The horse's back continued to jolt, making the kiss urgent and chaotic; her breath and his breathing were stirred together.

Until the filming ended, Nazha's expression was still a bit dazed.

The feeling of kissing Zhou Jin was truly too good.

She found that she seemed to be addicted to this feeling; she really had fallen for Zhou Jin.