Fu Sichen looked at the woman in front of him, her laughter rich and full, and it seed to connect with the pure, innocent smile she had seventeen years before.
It was a night sprinkled with stars just like this one.
The two of them had made their sincerest wishes under the teor shower—
"I hope Brother Xiao Fu can be a little happier, just like ! Happy every day!"
"I hope Xuanxuan can always be this joyful, carefree, and happy."
Jiang Mian noticed the man’s expression becoming increasingly gentle; his thin lips barely smiled, but they couldn’t hide the warm and burning tenderness in his eyes.
Her whole body felt slightly on edge, and she unconsciously shrank into the tent a bit more.
It was like the calm before a storm.
Red alert level three!!
"Jiang Mian."
"What!"
"I want to do sothing."
Red alert level two!!!
Jiang Mian curled into herself, her expression particularly unnatural. Surely this man wasn’t going to lose his senses like that.
With the drone outside, and so many people, not to ntion Director Xu, who seed as if he wanted to glue himself to their tent opening—they couldn’t possibly be about to have a wild mont out there.
No way.
Fu Sichen had his limits.
She composed herself and asked, "What?"
"Kiss you."
Before Jiang Mian could react, Fu Sichen had leaned in, extended his hand to wrap around Jiang Mian’s slim waist, and bent down to kiss her.
"Mmm..."
Damn!!
Red alert level one!!!
Fu Sichen!!!
You’ve lost your mind!!!
"No!! What on earth are they doing!!"
Director Xu leapt up as he watched the scene on the screen in the control room.
The screen showed Fu Sichen’s whole body blocking the entrance to the tent, completely obscuring Jiang Mian from view—it was a solid blockade.
All they were left with was the view of his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted silhouette.
"Director Xu, we really have no idea."
It wasn’t just Director Xu; all the staff in the control room were dying of curiosity.
After just two episodes of filming, everyone could sense that the "magnetic field" between Jiang Mian and Fu Sichen was "off."
But there was also an indescribable feeling.
Now, the scene unfolding before them was tantalizing.
It was too unbearable.
"Get the drone closer."
"Director Xu, if we get any closer we might hit Captain Fu."
That would be just the kind of trouble those two would stir up—legitimately running into a problem.
"Who was it that refused the idea of putting up caras during the eting?! The tents were definitely supposed to have them!!!"
Everyone fell silent, one staff mber hesitantly raised their hand and spoke cautiously, "Director Xu, you said it wasn’t necessary, so we didn’t arrange it."
"..."
The control room fell into silence, and Director Xu felt his own face sting as if it had been slapped.
"Director Xu, you said that if we had installed them, they would have covered them up if they didn’t want us to see, rember last ti during rehearsals."
The scene from that ti ca to Director Xu’s mind, and he waved his hand in resignation, "Alright, let’s leave them be for now, the main event is after they’ve all rested."
"You’ve got the carts ready for moving things around, right? And all the props for them are prepared? Listen for the command, then act."
"Everything’s ready to go, just waiting for the right mont."
Director Xu, with a look of anticipation, watched the six screens: "Now go ahead and be happy for a while because you’re going to cry soon."
"Yeah." Director Xu, reminded of sothing, advised the staff, "Focus on Fu Sichen and Jiang Mian’s group, they have the most supplies. Take everything you can, even the sleeping bags and the tent if possible."
"..."
That sounds like a death wish.
The staff mber had no choice but to steel themselves and reply, "We will definitely try our best to loot everything."
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