The Villain Just Wants to be a Salted Fish [Transmigrated]

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Filming began immediately, and people had started to clear out of the scene.

Director Chen has always leaned toward a more romantic style, so even in bed scenes, the shooting is biased towards aesthetic feelings.

Yesterday, Director Chen had already given a specific explanation of what actions he wants the two main leaders to deliver, and today he expected to see a perfect result.

Except for the necessary staff, everyone else on the set had already left.

Gao Shu was worried, so he stayed.

As for Tang Jing, he should also leave, but Ye Zexi was not at ease.

He and He Jinyun really have nothing between them! If the two of them were to film alone without Tang Jing witnessing his innocence, what if Tang Jing misunderstands it?

So Ye Zexi insisted on letting Tang Jing stay.

Tang Jing was a little embarrassed.

Chen Zhengtian couldn't figure out what Ye Zexi was thinking, if Ye Zexi didn't mind then he had no objection, so he asked Tang Jing to stay, and let Tang Jing sit behind the monitor with him.

As for He Jinyun, his opinion was not important.

The lighting was in place, and the shooting officially began.

Ye Zexi was half naked, wearing only a pair of shorts underneath, standing openly in front of the camera.

The young man's skin is very white, his body is still covered with a thin layer of muscles, the fluent lines meander down, and the red on his chest is particularly eye-catching.

He Jinyun moved closer, his eyes lingering on the person in front of him.

The actions were set in advance, and the two only needed to do the actions according to the instructions.

But after all, the feeling of wearing clothes and not wearing clothes is still different. When He Jinyun's generous palm was placed on him, even though Ye Zexi knew it was just for filming, he still couldn't hold back goose bumps traveling up on his skin.

Itchy.

As the two of them got closer, their faces were covered with a thin layer of red.

Sweat beads slid down Ye Zexi's beautiful cheeks, a finger suddenly flicked it, and the finger crushed the drop of sweat.

"A Zi..." Shan Chenzhou's voice was low, lingering nostalgia.

A Zi turned his head away, bit his lip, even the tips of his ears were red.

Shan Chenzhou reluctantly refused to let go, and tried to persist, his thin lips murmuring as he begged: "A Zi, A Zi...A Zi, look at me..."

He was finally annoyed by the other man begging, A Zi blushed and turned to look at him.

Shan Chenzhou leaned down and solemnly dropped a kiss on A Zi's forehead.

As soon as his lips touched his forehead, A Zi's voice rang: "...must come back, I am waiting for you..."

Shan Chenzhou did not answer, but looked at A Zi deeply.

His A Zi.

Tears rolled down from A Zi's blushing eyes.

"You, say something..." A Zi's voice was dry.

Shan Chenzhou still didn't say anything, stretched out his hand and hugged A Zi vigorously.

Tears rolled down silently, and A Zi gritted his teeth so that his whimper did not escape his teeth.

No one knows what is going to happen on the battlefield, how dare Shan Chenzhou answer?