Both of them froze.
Their noses touched, their breaths mingling.
The man's lashes lowered, his gaze drifting involuntarily to the young man's lips.
The young man's long, featherlike lashes fluttered, and a crimson flush spread across his fair face.
Too close!
He instinctively backed away, but just as he put a little distance between them, a hand pressed against his lower back.
"...Points." The man's lips parted, his voice husky.
Warm breath brushed over his lips, stirring an inexplicable tickle.
The young man didn't dare move. Even his breathing was cautious.
The staff's exclamations filled his ears, accompanied by the incessant clicking of camera shutters.
His ears gradually turned red, a faint pink tint spreading over his skin.
He didn't dare look up at the man opposite him. For some reason, he had the vague feeling that Shen Yanci was dangerous right now.
The young man dug his fingers into his palm and lowered his trembling lashes, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
[Ahhh! The tension!]
[Kiss! Kiss!]
[Xingxing's already closed his eyes! Step it up, Shen Yanci!]
[Look at his Adam's apple! It keeps moving!]
[Please kiss! It's not like we're strangers! What's wrong with letting us watch a kiss?]
[If you don't kiss soon, I'm putting my Photoshop skills to work!!!]
It was only a few seconds, yet they felt so long.
"All right." The director sounded a little regretful.
The young man immediately pulled away, his whole body flushed an enticing peach pink.
The man narrowed his dark eyes. A shadow flickered through them, then quickly vanished.
He reined in the emotions that had begun to slip out. Sensing a burning gaze, he lazily looked up.
The people around them were all staff, but Ren Le and Qiu Hao, who had come out ahead of them, were