Ever since waking from his coma, the first meeting between Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen was their last meeting.
Upon hearing his name, Pei Zhenās pupils constricted momentarily, and his heart skipped a beat. But he recovered quickly and calmly said, āOh.ā
āOh?ā While Pei Zhen didnāt react in a big way, it was Xiao Nian who took up the position that Pei Zhen would typically have in the past. Heād objected without even thinking. āWhy do we have to share the shoot with someone? Besides, itās Fu Sichen. Our Pei Zhen will not do the shoot with that Fu guy!ā
āOh?ā A voice came from behind. āWhy?ā
āWhy? The reason is simple. Of course, itās because our Pei Zhen doesnāt like Fuā¦ā Before Xiao Nian could utter Fu Sichenās full name, he froze with his mouth wide open. Stunned, he slowly turned around.
Fu Sichenājust the person they were discussing. He was standing there looking at them with an icy half-smile and his hands in his pockets. Especially when he heard the words ādoesnāt likeā, his gaze turned bitingly cold.
āF-Fuā¦ā Xiao Nian was a true expert at reading situations, and in a flash changed his tune. If he had a silk hanky heād fit perfectly into the role of a mama-sanāhis smile and eagerness to please were exactly like a pimpās. āBest Actor Fu, oh, what a coincidence. You are our Pei Peiās absolute favorite.ā
Pei Zhen was flabbergasted, an innocent victim of Xiao Nianās ridiculous act.
Pei Zhen gave Fu Sichen an indifferent look before quickly looking away without a word, letting the makeup artist do her job.
He didnāt agree to the joint shoot, but neither did he reject the idea.
Fu Sichenās gaze lingered on Pei Zhen. Unlike the usual coldness, it was oozing with warmth and gentleness. Even Wang Youquan couldnāt bear it and had to break the intensity by coughing deliberately.
āCough, cough, weāll have to trouble the makeup artist for Sichenās makeup.ā
The moment he said that, two other makeup artists in the room immediately responded, āIāll do it, Iāll do it!ā
Others took Pei Zhen already, and if they lost Fu Sichen, theyād regret it for their entire lives. The two makeup artists got into an argument over who should do Fu Sichenās makeup and couldnāt arrive at an agreement. Fu Sichen casually said, āItās okay, Iāll just do it myself.ā
āWhat?ā Everyone was stumped.
The makeup artists covered their cheeks with their hands. āBest Actor Fu, please donāt be angry. Iā¦ Weā¦ā
They wanted to say that they would stop arguing and make it a fair fight instead. However, Fu Sichen gave a casual āOhā and went on to make a remark that targeted nobody in particular. āIām very devoted, from now on my face will not be touched by anyone else.ā
Puzzled silence.
Not even letting the makeup artist touch him? So who could touch him?
Those who didnāt know any better looked at each other in dismay; those who knew, namely Pei Zhen, nearly choked on his water and started coughing.
āAh.ā The coughing was a little violent, and the makeup artistās hand slipped, causing the makeup brush to slide across Pei Zhenās face mercilessly. She panicked and apologized profusely. āSo sorryā¦ Iā¦ā
āItāsā¦ itās okay.ā Pei Zhenās face turned red, but, who knew if it was from the coughing? Even the black streak across his face didnāt make him look any less dashing. āIt was my fault.ā
Pei Zhen recalled the scene when he first woke from his coma.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found them looking into Fu Sichenās.
During the moment that their eyes met, time stood still. In that silence, emotions bubbled and rose.
Pei Zhen felt his throat tighten when he saw Fu Sichenās red eyes. āYouā¦ā
Pei Zhenās voice was hoarse, but that was all he needed to say to rob Fu Sichen of all his sanity. Fu Sichen leaned forward to embrace him.
The weight of Fu Sichen bore down on him as Fu Sichen tightened his embrace. His lips brushed lightly against Pei Zhenās cheeks and rested next to his ears, setting Pei Zhen ablaze.
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