Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me Chapter 308 : (Extra) Lang Yuxuan and Feng Jietang’s Side St

Lang Yuxuan’s face darkened for a split second before he recalled that the caras were still rolling.

After all, they were playing a couple of lovers. Flirting was allowed.

"Now that I take a better look at them, they are relatively cute," he mumbled.

"You are not close enough," Feng Jietang decided before capturing Lang Yuxuan’s wrist and pulled him closer.

Heat, a tangible force, seed to emanate from every pore of Feng Jietang’s being. Lang Yuxuan’s lips ford a thin line of displeasure.

Acting or not, should Feng Jietang not know better than invading his personal space...?

He raised his head and stared into Feng Jietang’s eyes.

"..."

For so reason, Feng Jietang looked different.

His pupils were dilated, his gaze a pool of molten intensity, soft and captivating.

Lang Yuxuan swallowed hard.

Why did Feng Jietang look at him that way?

He couldn’t possibly...

No, no way...

Without breaking their eye contact, Feng Jietang leaned in, intent on kissing him.

Out of reflex, Lang Yuxuan grabbed the closest thing to him -- the head of the snowchild -- and smashed it against Feng Jietang’s face.

The snowball shattered into pieces, revealing Feng Jietang’s stunned expression.

"CUT!!!"

The two n promptly put a distance between them.

"I like the snown idea, but I don’t think that decapitating the snowchild will result in a very captivating comrcial," the comrcial director comnted.

"I am sorry," Lang Yuxuan bowed his head. "I didn’t an to... It was my mistake."

"No, it was mine," Feng Jietang scratched at his head. "The atmosphere was so good. I was carried away. I am sorry."

"Alright, alright. Anyway, a kiss is not necessary. Why don’t we pick up from when Feng Jietang pulls Lang Yuxuan close? This ti, please do not decapitate any snowman."

"I won’t," Lang Yuxuan declared.

Feng Jietang helped to restore the snowchild’s head before they could resu with the scene.

Lang Yuxuan tried his best to restore the previous atmosphere, but once the chemistry was gone, it was gone forever.

In the end, the two n ended their playful banter awkwardly with a round of snowball fight.

After chasing each other with snowballs for good fifteen minutes, the comrcial director decided to end the shoot.

He did not look excited.

He even looked sowhat disappointed, and Lang Yuxuan knew why.

The result was not inherently bad, but it was not that great either.

After the shooting concluded, Lang Yuxuan went back ho in Wen Guilin’s car.

He curled up in a fetal position at the backseat and groaned into his hands.

"Arghh."

Wen Guilin, concerned with the unnatural sound emanating from her protégé, couldn’t help but ask, "Little Lang, is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Lang Yuxuan mumbled, but it did not sound convincing at all.

"Should we go to a clinic? Are you feeling unwell sowhere?"

"No," Lang Yuxuan continued mumbling against his palms. "I just want to go ho, Manager Wen."

"... Mmm okay."

Wen Guilin didn’t ask anymore. She rely sneaked glances at Lang Yuxuan several tis through the rear mirror.

Lang Yuxuan was deeply introspective the entire ride back ho.

His indignation grew with every passing second, making the situation seem a lot worse than it actually was.

Why, why must he rip the head off the snowchild and stuff it against Feng Jietang’s face just to prevent the kiss from happening?

He was so dumb.

It was just a kiss.

They already kissed two tis before anyway.

What’s one more?

Thanks to him, the comrcial was surely going to turn out awkward...

Fortunately, it didn’t.

The production team had skillfully cut and combined several clips, zood in where they needed to emphasize the playful and flirtatious dynamic between the two n.

Lang Yuxuan, who watched the comrcial during one of his free days at ho, could only heave a sigh of relief.

Thank God, he thought to himself.

Thank God he didn’t ss it all up.

Three exact months after Yan Renzhong resud his activities in the entertainnt industry, the shooting for the fourth season of "Dance Of The Dragons" began.

Lang Yuxuan, whose character Liu Wenyuan died at the end of the third season, was no longer required to appear on the set.

If it were in the past, he might still tag along with Yan Renzhong, waiting until his ntor finished the shooting of the day to spend so ti with him.

But now Yan Renzhong was a married man.

He didn’t want to appear like a fox vixen, who planned to seduce the man away from his husband.

He thus limited their interactions down to a professional level, and thus generated a lot more free ti for himself.

Enough to take up new lessons or courses to sharpen his skills in various aspects.

And to feel lonely enough to want the company of a friend.

Alas, he did not have many friends at present ti.

Old friends from high schools would say hi from ti to ti, but all they wanted was taking a wefie with him to brag to their social circle.

He maintained a cordial relationship with his rival Lin Ruoye, but it was not good enough reason to ask her out for a drink.

Ye Lingxia was always ready for a round of beers, but she was at the sa ti occupied with a lot of projects.

...

One last na bobbed up and down his sea of consciousness.

Feng Jietang.

Lang Yuxuan shook his head fervently the mont the na ca up.

Was he insane?

Why would he even ask Feng Jietang to hang out together?

They weren’t friends.

They were ex-accomplices, that was what they were.

...

His mind was clear, but his heart was clouded with a myriad of emotions, most of them generated during the two kisses they shared and the one kiss that almost, but didn’t happen.

Damn it, Lang Yuxuan cursed in his heart when he was forced to see the truth directly in the eyes.

His heart was beating hard in his chest, his stomach was swarming with butterflies.

He liked Feng Jietang.