Fu Wenshan and Li Siheng chatted for a few sentences, and then it was Xie Wanxing’s turn to go on stage. He suddenly became somewhat distracted, his responses to Li Siheng’s words slowed down a bit, and his gaze couldn’t help but follow Xie Wanxing.

Xie Wanxing’s outfit was very simple, a plain black lightweight robe, cinched with a wide belt, outlining a beautiful waistline. A glimpse of his wrist was revealed at the cuff, slender and pale. Perhaps due to makeup, his complexion was colder than usual, almost devoid of color, even his lips were faintly pink, paired with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, his whole demeanor exuded an unyielding and aloof invincibility.

But there was a bloody wound on his cheekbone, though it was makeup, it was extremely realistic. The wound lingered on his face like a rose, causing a crack in his seemingly indestructible demeanor, adding a hint of vulnerability.

The more dominant and aloof a person, the more pitiable they appear when they reveal their vulnerability.

Fu Wenshan couldn’t help but whistle inwardly. He understood why young girls nowadays liked “battle-damaged makeup” so much, it indeed looked good.

But soon, he couldn’t laugh anymore.

He knew which character Xie Wanxing was playing today. It was the same one he had accompanied Xie Wanxing for—where the emissary was summoned into the palace by the emperor late at night, and the emperor tapped his chin, warning him not to have personal feelings.

Setting aside Fu Wenshan’s derogatory filter, the young actor playing the emperor looked pretty good, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, extending two fingers to hook Xie Wanxing’s chin, their eyes meeting, drawing closer and closer…

Just add some background music, and it’s ready for fan edits.

There was an immediate chorus of gasps and squeals on set, all the girls present were both thrilled and forced to suppress themselves.

Fu Wenshan looked at Li Siheng expressionlessly.

Li Siheng looked everywhere but at Fu Wenshan, silently grabbed a handful of nuts, and ate them.

Yet, this was just the beginning.

The whole afternoon, five scenes, most of them were scenes between Xie Wanxing and others.

By the end, Fu Wenshan had lost count of how many times Xie Wanxing had been held around the waist and had his face pinched.

The squeals on set never stopped. Fu Wenshan even suspected that a few girls from the crew might faint.

He figured out that when Li Siheng, this bastard wrote the script, the real CP was not the male lead × female lead, it was all about the emissary. Even the seemingly delicate female lead could make advances on Xie Wanxing.

Li Siheng knew very well what nonsense he had written. Midway through filming, he found an excuse to answer a call and ran away, leaving Fu Wenshan itching with irritation and unable to find the culprit.

Fortunately, filming went relatively smoothly that day. Before six o’clock, everyone finished work and went home. This time, Xie Wanxing didn’t go for hotpot with his senior brother but sneaked into Fu Wenshan’s car while no one was paying attention.

The set wasn’t far from the hotel. Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan entered the elevator one after the other. When they reached the twelfth floor, Fu Wenshan walked straight past his room and into Xie Wanxing’s room, 1232.

Once the door was closed, they didn’t say a word and made up for yesterday’s missed opportunity. Considering Xie Wanxing had to film tomorrow, although Fu Wenshan was extremely frustrated, they only did it once.

After they finished, Xie Wanxing checked his watch and found it was already past six. However, neither of them wanted to get up for dinner. Xie Wanxing leaned against Fu Wenshan’s chest lazily, unwilling to move. He had just drunk a glass of lemon water and wasn’t very hungry now.

Fu Wenshan’s hand was combing through Xie Wanxing’s long hair, gently and rhythmically.

After removing his makeup, Xie Wanxing’s face was no longer pale like it was in the afternoon, but now it was rosy, especially his lips, which were even redder from their kissing.

Fu Wenshan realized he preferred Xie Wanxing like this.

The two of them sat quietly for a while, neither saying a word.

But after a while, Fu Wenshan suddenly remembered something he forgot to mention.

“I need to tell you something,” Fu Wenshan scratched his face awkwardly, “Do you know that Li Siheng is my buddy?”

“Yeah, I know.” Xie Wanxing didn’t understand why Fu Wenshan suddenly brought this up.

Fu Wenshan continued, “When I came out of your room this morning, he happened to come find me for lunch and saw me.” He added, “But he won’t blabber, don’t worry.”

But whether he would tell the remaining friends, it was hard to say…

Xie Wanxing’s eyes snapped open. He was initially startled, but soon remembered that Zhao Jinghua also knew about him and Fu Wenshan, so he didn’t think it was a big deal.

As long as he and Fu Wenshan didn’t sever ties for a while, the people close to them would find out sooner or later.

“We’re even now,” Xie Wanxing said with his eyes closed. “My senior brother also knows about our relationship.”

Fu Wenshan frowned. “Zhao Jinghua?”

The corners of Xie Wanxing’s mouth twitched. He patted Fu Wenshan’s leg. “Before we came to shoot, you nibbled on my collarbone like a dog several times. As a result, he saw the marks and forced me to confess everything.”

Fu Wenshan chuckled and remembered the night before Xie Wanxing started filming, and what he did to him on the floor.

That was indeed his fault, he admitted.

…

That evening, neither of them went downstairs to eat, instead opting for room service. After dinner, they lazily continued lying in bed, idling away their time.

Fu Wenshan noticed sheet music on Xie Wanxing’s bedside table and curiously picked it up. “Why do you have this in your room?”

Xie Wanxing was reading Harry Potter on his Kindle. He glanced at what Fu Wenshan was holding and suddenly looked bitter, complaining, “There’s a piece of music in the movie that requires the male and female leads to sing. Although Han Shui is an actress, she used to participate in singing competitions as a singer. I’m the one who’s dragging behind professionally, so I’m practicing first.”

Fu Wenshan raised an eyebrow and chuckled. “Then sing a few lines for me to listen to.”

Xie Wanxing refused, “I won’t sing. You’ll definitely make fun of me when you hear it,” he pouted, then added in a low voice, “I used to sing off-key in elementary school.”

Since he’d said it anyway, he wasn’t afraid of embarrassment. He muttered, “When I was in elementary school, I was good-looking, and the teacher wanted to recruit me into the choir just for show, saying that I only needed to sing passably.But as soon as I opened my mouth, she gave up on me.

Fu Wenshan couldn’t help but laugh, imagining what Xie Wanxing looked like when he unwillingly sang in elementary school.

He looked at the sheet music in his hand and found that the lyrics were adapted from Zhang Xian’s “A Thousand Autumn Years.” The song was also called “A Thousand Autumns.” The melody wasn’t difficult, so he hummed a few lines casually, singing the middle part.

“… The rain is light, the wind is fierce, the plum is green in spring.

The willow in Yongfeng, blossoms flying like snow all day long.

Don’t pluck the youngest string, it can speak when it’s too resentful.

The sky is not old, but the love is hard to break.

The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots inside.

Xie Wanxing unconsciously put down his Kindle, rested his face on his arm, and looked at Fu Wenshan.

Fu Wenshan propped himself up with one hand on the pillow, his upper body shirtless, revealing his attractive muscles and smooth body lines. Coupled with his handsome and arrogant face, he didn’t look like a tender-hearted person at all.

But unexpectedly, his singing voice was unexpectedly low and gentle.

This wasn’t the first time Xie Wanxing had heard Fu Wenshan sing, but recently, Fu Wenshan’s practice songs at home were more inclined toward rock. To Xie Wanxing’s unsophisticated ears, it sounded no different from noise.

This was the first time he had heard Fu Wenshan’s singing voice become so soft, a bit hoarse, and low, scratching lightly at one’s heart like feathers, making time seem to slow down.

Clearly without any instruments accompanying his voice, just casually singing a few lines, it made people feel lingering and melancholy, even without listening to the lyrics, one could feel the expression of love, a kind of almost desperate but gentle love.

Xie Wanxing felt like he might be enchanted. Because he even felt that this Fu Wenshan was more attractive than when he was in bed with him just now.

After singing a few times, Fu Wenshan felt that the song was really simple. He stretched out his long arm and pulled Xie Wanxing into his arms. “I’ll teach you how to sing.”

But he was a good teacher, and Xie Wanxing was a really bad student.

After teaching him repeatedly, Xie Wanxing’s melody was still all over the place. The best part he sang was only the line, “The heart is like a double silk net, with thousands of knots inside.”

But bad students also have their ways of getting through. Every time he sang a line, he would kiss the teacher, successfully deflecting all the stern reprimands from the teacher, leaving only a helpless smile.