He has a black mole on the ring finger of his left hand, he never looks people in the eye when he speaks, he likes to wear dark-colored clothes, and, well, his Adam's apple is very sexy; I often dream about him at night.
I always thought that if I replied to the message a little slowly, we were even.
--Luo Hang ]
In the dead of winter, the film crew was silently shooting their final night scene.
Even the director, who was usually quick to yell, was silent at this moment, because he had been yelling all day and his voice was hoarse, so he was out of commission.
The two male leads are staging a heart-wrenching breakup scene.
In another corner of the venue, makeup artists, stylists, and assistants were busy grooming an Alpha.
The Alpha was tall and slender, wearing a loose white sweater and jeans.
This outfit is perfect for autumn, but on a December night, it's so cold it makes you shiver.
Alpha seemed numb. He stood there casually as the stylist carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his sweater cuffs. His lips were pale from the cold, and the makeup artist quickly applied lipstick to them. His eyebrows were meticulously drawn, making him look even more dashing and handsome.
A few minutes later, the director waved his hand, and the assistant immediately handed the umbrella to Luo Hang: "Brother, it's time to go on stage."
Luo Hang closed his eyes, swallowed a bellyful of curses, picked up his umbrella, and walked into the frame.
His role this time is very small; he's just a mistress trying to take over the relationship when the main characters are arguing. Today's scene involves him holding an umbrella over the main character during the artificial snow scene, saying affectionately, "Think about me."
He waited all night for just those few movements and that one line of dialogue because of those two idiot actors.
The scene was performed in a somewhat silent manner, with everyone's attention focused on the director, fearing that he might be dissatisfied and want to do it again.
The director stared silently at the monitor.
How should I put it?
The two leads finally showed some acting talent, and the scenes were quite beautiful. The only problem was that Luo Hang didn't seem to want to climb the social ladder; instead, he seemed to want to use an umbrella to attack people.
Oh well, it's just an idol drama that rips off fans anyway.
Director: "That's a wrap."
These words were like a royal decree, and everyone relaxed.
Luo Hang glanced at the actor playing the male lead, who was also an Alpha and about the same height as Luo Hang.
He was just about to quickly remove his makeup and go back to his room to sleep when Luo Hang gave him that sidelong glance, and he almost knelt down.
There has always been only a relationship of suppression and being suppressed between two Alphas, and without a doubt, he is the one being suppressed now.
Luo Hang glanced at him sideways, which replaced the string of profanities he was about to unleash.
After taking a couple of steps, his assistant hurriedly grabbed a down jacket and draped it over Luo Hang's shoulders.
"Brother, filming is finished. Let's quickly remove our makeup and go home to rest."
Luo Hang nodded indifferently and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a cry of surprise.
"Help! President Little Jiang is here!"
"So handsome! So handsome!"
Luo Hang stopped in his tracks.
A crew member called out, " President Little Jiang is treating everyone to a late-night snack!"
These words were like a drop of cold water thrown into hot oil; the previously listless film crew suddenly became lively.
Who President Little Jiang?
Their biggest investor is the president of Peach Video, a top figure in the entertainment industry.
The assistant hesitated for a moment, looked at Luo Hang, and tentatively asked, "Brother, are we still going?"
Luo Hang has never liked these kinds of social interactions. It's not that no one comes to visit him on set, but he always leaves immediately. Sleep is more important to this Alpha.
Luo Hang pursed his lips, shook his head, and turned to look.
This was an open-air performance. The crew had booked the entire square in the residential area. The streetlights were dim at night, but the crew's lights were very bright. The President Little Jiang at the intersection of light and shadow, his profile illuminated by the glowing light. His jawline was smooth and elegant, and his peach blossom eyes were extremely charming.
Those charming eyes, however, appeared somewhat ascetic and restrained because their owner was lazily listening to the person beside him talking, and casually lowered his gaze.
He was wearing an overcoat over a suit jacket, and his superior physique instantly outshone the main character standing next to him.
Luo Hang lowered his eyelids.
He silently tossed his down jacket to his assistant.
The assistant looked at him blankly, "Brother?"
The next second, the director waved to Luo Hang: " Little Luo, come here."
So the assistant watched as his brother walked over. His white sweater accentuated his slender figure, his shoulders were straight, and his demeanor was slightly aloof, yet the sweater itself revealed a touch of gentleness.
Assistant: "..."
That's weird.
Luo Hang walked over, and the director patted him on the shoulder, smiling at Jiang Qingye, "This is Luo Hang, a former popular idol. He's quite hardworking now, and he never gives anyone the cold shoulder."
The man was about half a head taller than Luo Hang. Luo Hang himself was 185 cm tall, Jiang Qingye estimated him to be around 190 cm.
Jiang Qingye nodded indifferently, and Luo Hang could feel his gaze sweep over him.
It was just a quick glance; I probably didn't even get a clear look at what he looked like.
He remained silent, pursing his lips.
Jiang Qingye chatted with the director for a few more minutes. As he was leaving, he suddenly noticed that the young idol the director had mentioned was looking down. The boy had jet-black hair, a long and slender neck, and a very white section of it.
Those hands were also slender and long, perfect for playing the piano.
However, he was dressed in thin clothes, and his slender fingers were red from the cold.
Jiang Qingye casually handed over the milk tea he was holding.
The young idol looked up in a daze, his eyes were very reserved, with thin single eyelids and very dark pupils.
Jiang Qingye raised an eyebrow slightly. " Thirty Percent Sugar, drink it."
After saying this, he got into a van and returned to the hotel, led by his assistant.
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The junior assistant felt he had encountered the most challenging day of his career.
Although Luo Hang is rather picky and a bit aloof, he is not difficult to please.
But tonight, he acted like he'd gone mad, holding a cup of milk tea in both hands, refusing to drink it or let anyone touch it.
On the way back to the hotel, he glanced back at Luo Hang.
The boy removed his makeup, and his features, no longer sharpened by it, looked more natural.
He held the milk tea in both hands, staring blankly out the window.
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Luo Hang's room was on the seventh floor of the hotel.
The filming location was quite remote, and there was only one hotel in the area, so he wasn't surprised to see Jiang Qingye smoking on the small balcony.
He stood there for a moment, then went back to his room, took a five-minute shower, and finally went to the small balcony wearing only a thin bathrobe.
The man leaned against the railing, a cigarette between his long, slender fingers, the crimson flame flickering in and out. He lowered his head slightly and bit the cigarette holder.
Smoke drifted in the air.
Luo Hang was shivering from the cold, his voice trembling as he asked, "Excuse me, could you please go downstairs and get me a new room key?"
Jiang Qingye paused in his act of holding the cigarette, then turned his head to look at him.
Those eyes seemed even more indifferent in such a quiet corner.
He remained silent, his gaze slowly moving down Luo Hang's face.
She wore the bathrobe loosely, revealing her delicate and slender collarbone, her straight and thin calves, and her fair, cool-toned skin.
That's too basic.
Jiang Qingye said indifferently, "You took a cold shower?"
Luo Hang paused, then asked, "What?"
Jiang Qingye chuckled, "Your hair is wet, but there's no warmth on your body at all..."
He moved a little closer, Luo Hang instinctively held his breath.
Yet I could still clearly smell the scent of cigarettes, alcohol, and a hint of cedar on him.
A tiny bit of his pheromones came out.
Your face suddenly turned red.
After Jiang Qingye finished speaking, he straightened up.
Luo Hang, having been exposed, pursed his lips, feeling utterly humiliated.
He clenched his fingers. "Oh."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
When Jiang Qingye caught a glimpse of his profile, she suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and reached out to grab Luo Hang's wrist.
The moment he caught it, he felt as if he had touched an ice cube.
Jiang Qingye frowned slightly, subconsciously. "Have we met before?"
Luo Hang lowered her head and pulled her hand away from his. "I'm too famous, it's normal that you think I look familiar."
After saying that, he left.
Jiang Qingye: "..."
Why do you look so aggrieved?
It's as if he did something shameless.
Luo Hang returned to his room, took off his bathrobe, and crawled into bed.
He suddenly felt a little sad.
It's been so long, and we've met so many times.
Jiang Qingye never remembered him.
Let's write about the older brother and sister-in-law first, to clear our heads. This couple isn't tragic. Luo Hang isn't a simp; he's just love-struck. The older brother is even more love-struck than him.
Next, there's the "Zhouzhou back in time to Nannan's past life, the "what if" scenario where the childhood sweethearts are together, a little bit of the story of other couples, and the story of the Little Black Ball turning into a human.