The Pipa Gives Birth to a Male Model

Shen Ranxin heard an earth-shattering wail from the studio next door.

"What happened?" Shen Ranxin sat within the corridor railing set built for the shoot, poking his head out to ask, "Isn't the next studio filming the xianxia group? Why does it sound like they're slaughtering a pig?"

The photography assistant beside him lowered his head and checked the work group chat.

The photographer shooting Jiang Ye's group had already spent five minutes in the chat cursing, "You hopeless love-struck idiots, get out of my studio."

He put away his phone and wiped at the corner of his mouth, which he had barely managed to suppress. "Mm, it's fine. Their plot involves killing a pig demon, so it's a little loud. We're ready here. The two of you can start acting out the scene."

Shen Ranxin adjusted his expression and quickly entered character. Leaning against the railing, he handled the pipa in the pose the teacher had taught him.

Lu Zhi entered wearing a basketball uniform, the beautiful muscles of his arms glistening with sweat as he walked toward him from the end of the corridor.

As he passed in front of Shen Ranxin, he raised a brow and let out a lewd whistle. Grinning with carefree roguishness, he planted a foot beside Shen Ranxin, bent down, and gripped Shen Ranxin's pale chin, forcing him to raise his head.

"Hey, little mom." Lu Zhi's tone was practically dripping with debauchery. "Haven't seen you in years, and you've still got it. Did you miss me?"

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Wait, was that supposed to be his character?

Even Shen Ranxin's hand on the pipa went stiff as he stared blankly up at Lu Zhi.

He had to admit, Lu Zhi's silver hair was truly captivating beneath the sunlight, especially tied so casually