He was his type

It was already one in the afternoon when they reached the filming location.

Ning Shile opened his eyes groggily and got out of the car as the staff directed.

A dirt road lay ahead, climbing a steep slope the car couldn't manage, so the production crew dropped them at the foot of the hill to walk up and join the other guests.

Ning Shile looked up and saw Chu Ran and the others standing on the hillside. Behind them stood a white ceremonial archway bearing two boldly sweeping characters—Min Village.

"Looks like someone's here!" Yi Chen stood on tiptoe to look down the hill. When he spotted Ning Shile and Zheng Ye, he immediately smiled and hurried down the slope, waving at them. "Over here! Here!"

Ning Shile looked toward the voice.

Yi Chen wore a mink sweater today, its fur swaying slightly with his movements as he ran down the hill.

Sunlight fell across his fair face, making him look lively and handsome. With the light behind him, even the fine fuzz on his face was visible.

[Chenchen has such a nice personality! Oh my god, I came here for Ning Shile, but now I'm switching sides.]

[Chenchen is so sweet! My baby!]

Ning Shile had never met Yi Chen before. Seeing him today, he thought Yi Chen looked even better than in his photos.

"Let me help you with your luggage," Yi Chen said as he ran up to them. His looks suited his name, especially those eyes, which glittered like stars. "It's a tough walk uphill."

As he spoke, Yi Chen reached for the luggage in Zheng Ye's hand.

"No need." Zheng Ye moved it away, rejecting him curtly.

"Don't be shy. It'll be hard to pull it up all by yourself." Ignoring Zheng Ye's resistance, he