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Bo Yan: "...Do you like listening to it?"

Yuran, "I quite like it! Didn’t you go sowhere else with Director Tang? When did you co over?"

As he watched the young girl nestled in his arms continue to peel chestnuts, he took them from her hands, carefully peeling them himself and putting them in another bag. With soone else doing the work, she stopped peeling and started popping them into her mouth, occasionally giving Bo Yan a few as well.

Before long, he had peeled the entire bag of chestnuts cleanly.

He didn’t like eating these, and after Yuran fed him a few, he refused to eat anymore. Yuran didn’t force him and continued to eat herself. Bo Yan had prepared yogurt in the car, the sa brand as at Yuran’s ho.

He handed her a box and even inserted a straw, handing it to Yuran’s lips, "Eat less, you have a heavy scene this afternoon. Chestnuts don’t digest well, eat them when you get ho. Here, have so yogurt."

Yuran didn’t take it, just sipped the yogurt from his hand and stopped eating chestnuts, though she regretfully said, "Chestnuts won’t taste good once they’re cold. Such a pity, you’ve peeled them all, and you won’t let eat them."

"I’ll buy you more tonight, just don’t eat these," Bo Yan said with a chuckle, moving the chestnuts aside.

Then he asked, "I saw you chatting with others just now, what about?"

At first, Yuran didn’t react, but then she realized and said, "Oh, not much, she just wanted so of my chestnuts, but I didn’t want to give her any."

Bo Yan didn’t find it strange at all. Although he could guess the reason, he still wanted to hear her say it, "Why not?"

"You clearly know why."

Bo Yan shook his head, "I don’t know."

Yuran: "..."

Seeing the young girl in his arms staying silent, he lowered his head, drawing closer to her, their breath mingling, "Hmm? Why didn’t you give her any?"

Yuran looked at him with righteous indignation, "Why should I give to her? I’m not even close to her. It’s strange she asked for food, isn’t it?"

Bo Yan laughed, a light in his eyes, "Do you know what scene we’re shooting next?"

Yuran honestly shook her head, "I don’t know."

Bo Yan laughed deeply, with a teasing tone, "It’s a kiss scene."

Yuran, thinking of Bo Yan’s habits, beca the teasing one. She rubbed her hand on Bo Yan’s face and asked playfully, "Seventh Brother, as an actor who never does kiss scenes, hmm... any thoughts?"

"Never does kiss scenes? Who started that rumor?" Bo Yan—shaless—imdiately blad others.

Yuran, feeling like her world view was being reshaped, said, "Isn’t that a rumor you started yourself, a ss you made yourself?"

"Absolutely not," Bo Yan explained. "The scripts I’ve received before never necessitated kissing. Forcing it would make it seem out of place in the drama; why bother? I’ve never said I don’t do kiss scenes."

Yuran: "...Oh, it sounds like you really want to act in one? Tell , with who?"

Bo Yan matter-of-factly said, "With you, of course. I wouldn’t choose anyone else."

Yuran: "..."

On the other hand, Xuan Ze and Xie Cheng were discussing this matter too. Although Xuan Ze noticed there was sothing fishy between Yuran and Bo Yan, he wasn’t completely sure about Bo Yan’s willingness to cooperate, so he brought up the matter with Xie Cheng.

"As Bo Yan’s agent, tell , would Bo Yan agree to perform a kiss scene in person because of Yuran’s special situation? If not, has his body double arrived?"

Xie Cheng looked at Xuan Ze with a hollow laugh, "You an to say that Bo Yan’s body double should kiss Yuran?"

Xuan Ze nodded, "What else?"

Xie Cheng, "Do you believe that if you did that, Bo Yan would hack you to death with a 40-ter broadsword today?"

Xuan Ze: "...I’m telling you, if you threaten to render dumbfounded, you’ll be biting off more than you can chew."

Xie Cheng mocked him with a gloomy laugh, "Go ahead and let Bo Yan act. Don’t just talk about the kissing scene, even if you personally take part in a bed scene, it’ll be just fine. However, filming your own parents’ bed scene, isn’t that a bit too much for your taste?"

Xuan Ze’s eyes and brows widened, "Who the hell told you I was going to shoot a bed scene? Let’s not get sidetracked with this nonsense. But tell , have these two really co this far already?"

Xie Cheng: "...Heh heh..."

Xuan Ze, "What’s with that twisted smile of yours?"

Xie Cheng looked toward the nanny van in the distance, his lips pressed tightly together. This is absolutely absurd. In the more than seven years that Bo Yan, the great movie star, has been on film sets, when has he ever done sothing like this? Quite the eye-opener, huh, impressive indeed.

...

"What, a kissing scene?"

When it was ti to start filming in the afternoon, the assistant director clapped the slate and a chorus of astonishnt echoed from the countless crew mbers. Everyone exchanged glances, hardly able to fully comprehend what they had just heard.

Amid the buzzing of conversations, Bo Yan and Yuran had already made their way in front of the cara. Xuan Ze was explaining the scene to them, but within half a minute, he returned to the monitor, letting the two of them improvise.

Bo Yan, holding the bright, lovely face before him, smiled with a hint of self-satisfaction. The two were close together, and when Yuran saw the smugness in his eyes, she couldn’t help but give a wry smile. As he leaned in for the kiss, she cooperated fully, only she hadn’t expected him to take things further.

A sea of flowers, a cottage, two people, one Labrador.

The cara zood out from a close shot, producing an incredibly beautiful scene.

...

Both actors were quick to imrse themselves in their roles, and because of their consistent perfection, "Glory" saved countless hours of filming ti. The schedule Xuan Ze had drafted for Yuran might as well be cut in half.

Surrounding them, the astonished grew even more astonished.

Even the supporting actors present were rooted to the spot in disbelief.

"Did you see that? Just now, it didn’t seem like a fake kiss. They were really kissing."

"Wasn’t it said...That the great movie star Bo Yan...he, he doesn’t do, doesn’t do kissing scenes? Why would he..."

"I, I, I heard about that too, but just now, they really kissed, right? Ah!"

"It seems like...they really did kiss."

People around them were chattering away, everyone struggling to snap out of their incredulity. Xie Cheng watched the crowd, dumbstruck, and scoffed lightly, cut it out, is that so surprising?

"Cut—"

As soon as Xuan Ze yelled ’cut’, Bo Yan imdiately released Yuran. As they parted, he bit her lower lip quickly and then, with the pad of his thumb, grazed her lip and walked over to Xuan Ze’s side.

Xuan Ze was quite satisfied with that take and was ready to give his approval when Bo Yan’s looming presence overshadowed him. Xuan Ze, caught in that gaze, looked up with confusion and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Bo Yan, with an air of righteousness, casually suggested, "Director Tang, I’d like to review that last take."

"Oh, sure, co have a look!"

Bo Yan moved alongside him as Xuan Ze played back the footage. In it, the two actors kissed in perfect harmony, a sight that sparked imagination and was utterly enchanting. Just as Xuan Ze was about to complint them, Bo Yan, as if he could read his mind, interjected,

He suggested, "Director Tang, I don’t think this take works. We need to shoot it again."

Xuan Ze’s mind was flooded with bold, capitalized question marks. What are you saying? Which take doesn’t work? Could you repeat that?

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