Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Tense Shoot

“Ah!” At Zhou Huimin’s startled cry, Yan Xu yanked open the black little blouse on her upper body.

Under the dim light inside the car, Yan Xu studied Zhou Huimin carefully as she straddled him.

Her long ponytail had come undone, and her straight hair fell loose, veiling part of her ears and cheeks. Her face was flushed with embarrassment, her lips swollen from the fierce kiss, and with each opening and closing of her mouth, a warm, fragrant breath spilled out, directly brushing across Yan Xu’s face.

The short-sleeved blouse on her upper body had been torn open by Yan Xu, revealing a view of tender whiteness that was utterly mesmerizing. Even Yan Xu had not expected that beneath the black top, wrapped around such delicate flesh, there would be such a sexy black lace garment.

Because she was sitting astride Yan Xu, the pale yellow skirt had been pressed up almost to the roots of her thighs, exposing a pair of long, beautiful legs. She was not wearing stockings; what showed plainly was a stretch of soft, silky white skin. Her boneless little feet were planted on either side of Yan Xu’s seat, and the crimson polish on her glistening toes looked like tiny jewels set into place, so seductive that it stirred an even greater heat in the body.

“Do I look good?” Zhou Huimin asked, watching Yan Xu’s predatory gaze, and deliberately pushed her full chest forward a little.

This sexy undergarment was something she had bought after returning to Hong Kong, several pieces in different colors and styles. She had originally wanted to show them to Yan Xu, but she had never found the time.

“Good!” Yan Xu felt his mouth go dry. Leaning forward, he buried his face in Zhou Huimin’s embrace, while reaching out to tug at that seductive bra. The swelling softness fell directly into his mouth, and with his other hand he firmly caught Zhou Huimin’s left foot, his fingers moving rhythmically over it as he kneaded and played with the delicate flesh.

Feeling the pressure on her chest, the vigorous sucking, and the ticklish sensation rising from her little foot, Zhou Huimin’s body shifted slightly.

And it was that movement that caused Yan Xu’s already hard length, which had been exposed outside his trousers and concealed by Zhou Huimin’s skirt, to slide at once between her smooth, delicate thighs, where her legs clamped tightly at the roots and rubbed lightly with each motion.

Holding that soft body and tasting the sweetness in his mouth, with that bone-melting friction, Yan Xu felt the fire in his lower abdomen blaze hotter and hotter.

Pushing aside the obstruction, Yan Xu’s hands gently caught Zhou Huimin’s feet, and with a sudden thrust of his whole body, the heat pierced her through completely.

“Oh…” Zhou Huimin’s eyes were like silk, her face bright as a flower. Her neck tipped back slightly, her lips parting as a low, throaty moan escaped, carrying with it a fragrance, an intoxicating haze, and a scorching breath that seemed to cast a spell. Her body was once again filled to the brim with satisfaction.

Inside the cramped space of the car, before long, faint moans began to rise, blood-stirring and intoxicating. Zhou Huimin felt as though she herself might be lifted away into the air. The long-lost pleasure made her body go completely wild. Her hands slid into Yan Xu’s shirt, gripping his back tightly, her not-very-long nails leaving streaks of blood-red marks on his skin. At the same time, she held him so hard that his head was buried entirely in her chest, as though she meant to smother him to breathlessness with her fullness. Her little feet even lifted slightly, her whole body arching into a graceful curve, her adorable toes curling one by one, rippling with delight...

Thin clouds drifted slowly across the sky, and the dim moonlight brightened a little behind them. The reporters gathered outside Harbor Building had already dispersed. All for the sake of sales, they would now be rushing to write through the night. The crowd waiting outside had already entered the building. There was no premiere, yet the second screening was still enough to make people impatient.

In the back alley behind Harbor Building, everything grew quiet. Under the moonlight, one could see a car parked there, and if one drew closer, one could even feel the entire vehicle rocking in a steady rhythm. There were also faint moans of pleasure circling around the car. Only the windows were tightly shut, so nothing was quite clear. Everything remained hazy, shrouded in a dreamlike blur...

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As the male lead of the film, Yan Xu had very few scenes in Mansion No. 1. Simply put, there were only three: first, checking into a room; second, making out in the car; and third, the breakup.

And what they were filming today were precisely those three scenes. Since all three took place at night, and they were racing against time, the crew began shooting as soon as the sky started to dim.

For Yan Xu, two of the three scenes carried a faint erotic charge, and of course there was no shortage of kiss scenes in them.

This was Yan Xu’s first kiss scene. One could even say it would be his first screen kiss. Although he had done some relatively passionate scenes in The Night Rain Butcher, they were only angle tricks and close-up edits; he had never had any real physical contact with those women, let alone kissing.

In real life, as a director, he was already well versed in kissing and had all kinds of tricks up his sleeve. But in front of the camera, on set, he really was a bit uneasy. Since morning, he had kept chewing gum in his mouth, afraid that Gwan Chi-lam would say he had bad breath. He was nervous about the performance ahead, and the closer night drew, the worse that nervousness became. Several times on set he even gave the wrong instructions.

“What’s wrong? Are you nervous?”

Yan Xu sat there with his head lowered, the feet of the crew moving back and forth in front of him. After giving the wrong instructions several times, he simply sat to one side and handed everything over to the assistant director, no longer making a mess of things. Instead, he slowly worked to calm the tension in his heart. Then someone stood before him, and at the same time her voice reached his ears.

The person standing in front of Yan Xu was none other than the female lead, Gwan Chi-lam. What first caught his eye were the pair of tender white feet hidden in her high-heeled sandals, ten toes neatly aligned, the nails painted a pale red. She was wearing her costume for the day’s scene. Since her character was merely an ordinary office worker, there was nothing especially glamorous about her attire: a loose denim jacket and black slacks, and that was all.

But even such simple clothing could not conceal Gwan Chi-lam’s natural beauty, especially those pair of bright, sparkling eyes, which seemed able to see through a person’s soul and were filled with temptation.

“Nervous? What would I be nervous about?” Yan Xu tidied the stool beside him and asked her to sit down, a smile he himself believed to be relaxed spreading across his face.

Although everyone said Gwan Chi-lam was merely a decorative actress and not particularly skilled, after this period of contact, Yan Xu’s impression of her had changed greatly.

He did not deny that when he first cast her, it had definitely been because of her beauty. But once filming began, her instinct for the camera surprised him.

Her acting was not especially superb, but it was still quite good. At the very least, it exceeded Yan Xu’s expectations. In fact, she was improving continuously through the shoot. Perhaps she had long been dismissed as just a pretty face because of her looks. Not every woman could become a Best Actress. Without a certain level of skill, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she would not appear frequently on the big screen. From the steady progress in Gwan Chi-lam’s later performances, it was clear that she did possess a degree of talent after all.