Chapter 1272: 613 got into our hands [1 more update]_2 Chapter 1272: 613 got into our hands [1 more update]_2 Soone could finally indulge her again.
Small white dog stretched and curled up, falling asleep beside her.
**
Elsewhere.
At four in the morning, Yu Xiheng had just dealt with an ergency.
Weariness lingered in his eyes, but his aura was still sharp.
He sat down on a chair, leaning back and propping his head with his hand, he closed his eyes to rest.
“Brother Nine!” Just then, Xi Jiang rushed in, stamring, “Your, your romance with Miss Si has been exposed!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he wished he could slap himself.
They weren’t even in love yet, so where did the romance co from!
Yu Xiheng suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharpening in that mont, “Hmm?”
Following behind, Feng San ca in with a phone in hand, “Brother Nine, look! This must be Miss Si’s confession to you!”
By this ti, the comnts on Si Fuqing’s Weibo post had surpassed four million, breaking the platform’s record.
It wasn’t just Mousses, other netizens were also speculating.
After all, given Si Fuqing’s personality, if it were false, she would have already co out to deny it herself.
Yu Xiheng’s brows relaxed.
He logged into his own account and left a comnt below.
[The wind is gentle too.]
—Tonight’s moonlight is beautiful (I like you)
—The wind is gentle too (I like you too)
But there were too many Mousses leaving these words, Yu Xiheng’s comnt was drowned in tens of thousands of others.
Feng San tentatively spoke, “Brother Nine, should we… maybe call Miss Si now?”
“She has been tired from filming recently, and by this ti, she’s almost asleep.” Yu Xiheng looked up, his expression returning to calm, his tone cool, “No need to rest, resolve everything before noon tomorrow.”
Feng San: “…”
He never imagined it would end like this.
With a crestfallen face, he and Xi Jiang left to comnce another round of busyness.
**
The next day.
Si Fuqing arrived at the set at seven o’clock.
She usually completed her shots in one take, but Qu Lingyun was strict, requiring three takes of each shot to choose the best one.
Yet today, Si Fuqing made mistakes, having NG’ed twice already.
Qu Lingyun called “Cut” again, looking at her strangely, “What’s the matter with you? Daydreaming is not your style.”
He paused, then suddenly leaped up in shock, “You, you couldn’t have really fallen in love, could you? Just in that little while yesterday?”
Si Fuqing pinched her face, muttering, “Is it that obvious?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Qu Lingyun said grumpily, “Your eyes are filled with love, you can’t hide it!”
Then he saw Si Fuqing put on a pair of sunglasses.
“…”
Qu Lingyun was weary, but understanding, “Calm down for a bit, I’ll shoot soone else’s scenes first.”
“Okay,” Si Fuqing said, flexing her wrists, “Give a few minutes.”
A man couldn’t affect her career, no matter what.
Ten minutes later, Si Fuqing went back to work.
This ti, she successfully completed the shot in one take, Qu Lingyun was quite satisfied, “It’s noon, everyone take a break, we’ll continue at two.”
Si Fuqing took a water bottle from Sang Yanqing and chugged it down.
Resting her chin on her hands, she started to daydream again.
Sang Yanqing sighed.
Qu Lingyun was right, her eyes were filled with love.
Field was about to finish his scenes and would be leaving the city of Sijiu this weekend.
“Miss Si.” He approached, extending another invitation, “May I invite you to have dinner with tonight?”
Field glanced frequently at the girl as he spoke.
He had to admit, Si Fuqing was more beautiful than any star he’d t, she had this unique aura that attracted people.
Si Fuqing snapped back to reality, “Huh?”
Field smiled, “Miss Si, I would like to ask you—”
His words were cut off by two syllables.
“Si Fuqing.”
The tone wasn’t loud, but it held power.
Si Fuqing was taken aback and turned around.
There stood Yu Xiheng under a tree, impeccably dressed in a dark grey suit, his figure perfect.
In that mont, his eyes seed to grow darker, his emotions indiscernible, gazing deeply at her.
Even though it had only been a day since they last saw each other, it felt like several seasons had passed.
She looked at him, clenching the cola can in her hand, the first to not move.
“Thump, thump, thump—”
Her heartbeat amplified in that mont.
He had walked up to her.
Then he bent down, lowering his head.
In the next instant, his cool breath landed on her face.
Si Fuqing’s eyelashes fluttered.
He lightly nudged her nose with his, tenderly like a breeze kissing a ripple on water, spreading gently.
They had been close before, but never had such an intimate gesture taken place.
It was hard to imagine such a reserved man would make such a move.
For the first ti, Si Fuqing’s thoughts plunged into a blank void, fireworks exploding in her mind constantly.
In his eyes, she saw herself.
As if the wind had blown apart the clouds, the bright moon erged, revealing all her thoughts.
His voice remained cool, with a faint smile, “Have you been waiting for long?”
The world seed to stop in that mont.
Si Fuqing forced herself back to reality, averting her gaze, “No, I just finished shooting.”
“Hmm,” Yu Xiheng said, “I’ve just arrived too.”
He casually took her hand, “It’s noon, let’s go have lunch.”
Their skin touched, soft and pliant.
Even though both their temperatures were normal, Si Fuqing felt only the heat in her palms, as if her whole being was enveloped in flas.
She followed him into the car.
“Bang.”
The car door closed.
The space felt cramped and narrow, yet at that mont, the scent of osmanthus from his body enveloped her distinctly.
Si Fuqing looked up, “I…”
He raised his hand and smiled, covering her lips, “Yu Xiheng, styled Shi Yan, dislikes rainy days, favorite person is you, what else do you want to know?”
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