The air was thick, almost as if it were about to ignite.
The flas in Long Zitao’s eyes could consu the entire world.
The Pandora’s box in his heart was slowly being pried open.
The bowls of hand-pulled noodles he just had gave him a long-lost vitality.
Only when one’s hunger is sated can they find the emotional space to think about other things.
"Mr. Long, perhaps you should be a bit more patient. I’m afraid you’ll—"
"Mmm..."
Ye Yuwei’s words were cut short as Long Zitao’s parched lips landed firmly on hers.
The slight pain from her lips mixed with an electric tingle that seed to explode within her body.
Ye Yuwei remained still, her hands propped behind her on the desk, letting Long Zitao claim her without resistance.
The heat spread; her silk clothing was already drenched in sweat.
The temperature surged, the scorching air already ablaze.
"Mr. Long, this is not appropriate. I’m your student."
"I’m teaching you the most wonderful thing in this world."
"Haha! We’re moving too fast; feelings need ti to grow."
Ye Yuwei said, giving a little push. Caught off guard, the forr stumbled back a few steps.
The door opened.
A flustered assistant stood awkwardly outside.
The wind rushed in.
Long Zitao, whose temperature felt like molten tal, also looked awkward.
At the sa ti, he gazed at Ye Yuwei, who looked as if she were suppressing a laugh, radiant and charming.
"Fine, I’ll rember this. I’ll have you sooner or later."
Long Zitao bit out the words, teeth practically grinding with frustration, but he still feigned nonchalance as he walked out.
"Mr. Long, don’t hold back so much. You’ll hurt yourself."
"Damn it!"
Long Zitao slipped and nearly fell to the ground.
As soon as he left, Ye Yuwei, whose body had been tensed and weak, nearly collapsed.
The recently graduated assistant quickly darted over to support her boss.
Ye Yuwei wrapped an arm around the slightly petite assistant’s shoulders to steady herself.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
Leaning there, she felt as if her very bones had been pulled out.
"Sister Yezi, are you... are you okay?"
Ye Yuwei wanted to speak but found she didn’t even have the strength to do so.
She turned her head slightly, and the assistant’s eyes, nearly brimming with tears, made her shiver involuntarily.
Ye Yuwei then noticed that the assistant, who always wore oversized glasses, was quite delicate looking.
With a small face, large eyes, a dainty nose, and thin lips.
"Sister Yezi..." The assistant’s cheeks flushed even redder, her voice trembling slightly.
Ye Yuwei chuckled softly, straightening herself and looking at the girl who was four years older but seed younger.
Noon.
Villa.
A ravenous Ye Yuwei was eating noodles voraciously. Though the flavor was diocre, she devoured them ravenously.
"Yezi, do you seriously think my cooking is good? It tastes so-so to !"
With her hair tied back and dressed in exaggerated loungewear, Zhang Zijing sat cross-legged on a chair, looking surprised.
"It’s delicious!" Ye Yuwei murmured around her plate, eating enthusiastically.
Unable to resist, Zhang Zijing took a big bite of the pasta she made, still finding it diocre.
Ye Yuwei picked up a glass of water for a sip, trying to extinguish the fire still burning inside her.
n truly emit a different kind of heat; it’s so hard to put out this fire.
Long Zitao, you truly are infuriating.
"Yezi, how’s your shoot going? You ca back so early."
Still chewing on her noodles, Zhang Zijing looked at her.
"Initially, it was supposed to last all day, but Mr. Long sped up the progress."
"Mr. Long is really great. He takes good care of us."
Zhang Zijing knew that hiring Ye Yuwei for this MV wasn’t cheap; her daily rate was in the tens of thousands.
Ye Yuwei smiled indifferently and finished the noodles on her plate.
"Yezi, want more? I can make so for you."
"No thanks, I’d rather eat sothing else."
"What would you like?"
Looking at Zhang Zijing’s earnest, caring, yet adorably clueless expression, Ye Yuwei couldn’t help but laugh.
"Oh, stop. What are you even thinking? It’s still daylight!"
"That makes it all the easier to see."
The warm afternoon sunlight seed to wash away all shadows.
Ye Yuwei lay on her bed, utterly spent.
Even breathing felt laborious, and every part of her body ached.
She had no energy to get up; her mind was completely muddled.
Forcing her eyes open, she saw her reflection in the mirror: pale cheeks, dark circles under her eyes, and a hollow gaze.
"Damn, I can’t go on like this, or I’ll die."
The thought jolted Ye Yuwei. "Zijing, make so red date and goji tea."
"What’s gotten into you today?"
Ye Yuwei lay quietly, not responding, rembrance flickering through her mind.
She recalled what Lu Bingbing had once warned her.
"Don’t taste the flavor of a man—that’s like a flower. The more you have, the more intoxicating it becos, the harder it is to resist."
Afternoon.
A drowsy Ye Yuwei was awakened by a chorus of chatter from downstairs.
Head pounding, she realized all her sisters had returned.
Their first pilot episode for the group reality show was set to film the next day.
She forced herself to shower and change into fresh clothes before coming downstairs.
The group of friends who had been chattering away suddenly grew quiet.
They all looked at her with teasing, knowing smiles.
Jiang ngqi even smirked as she hugged Qiqi beside her.
ng ixuan slung an arm around Zhang Zijing’s shoulders.
"Take care of yourself. We still have to climb snowy mountains and trek across deserts."
Wu Zixuan chid in, "Yezi, perhaps I should get so supplents for you?"
"Supplents will only weaken her. Pretty soon, we’ll see her in a wheelchair," Lv Fangxin teased with a sly grin.
"Isn’t using a cane first the next step?" Qiqi joined in, full of energy.
"No, no. First, she’ll need to be carried, like a patient in a hospital, and then we’ll call for an ambulance," Yang Ni laughed heartily.
Zhang Zijing blushed furiously at her teammates’ antics.
Looking at Ye Yuwei’s disheveled state, even she couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
Yet Ye Yuwei, serene as ever, sipped her goji tea, unfazed by their teasing.
"Mock all you want. Just rember, as your team leader, I’ll assign you the hardest tasks when we’re out there."
The threat only set off another round of laughter. Even Li Zing doubled over, clutching her stomach from laughing so hard.
Ye Yuwei could only feign composure, though her back was still painfully sore.
She hurried to find a chair to sit on before her legs gave way.
"Alright, alright, let’s focus. We need to review the scripts," ng ixuan clapped her hands and called for order. The gathering wasn’t just for socializing, after all.
They had an additional task at hand.
The group had just three days to familiarize themselves with every detail of this major variety show.
Though it was a reality show, there was still a rough outline to follow.
Moreover, as it was being fild abroad, many specifics needed to be ironed out to avoid mishaps.
For example, tomorrow’s first episode would actually follow a pre-written script to so extent.
But all of them were experienced enough to play into their roles seamlessly on cara.
To break the awkward tension, Zhang Zijing hurried to the kitchen to boil water for tea for everyone.
The assistant adjusted the large screen for a video call with the main director to discuss details.
Others distributed scripts, pens, and various supplies.
Eleven young won composed themselves and plunged into work.
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