Chapter 9: Trembling
All departments were ready.
Jiang Mi stood in the position she had rehearsed with Yan Wei. As Jiang Qu called out, “Start walking forward,” she officially entered her character.
Bai Xiao had chosen a fine gauze dress for Liang Yongping, but she didn’t particularly like it. Her gaze lingered on a dark green cheongsam deep inside the shop.
But she still picked up the dress Bai Xiao had chosen.
Liang Yongping walked to the fitting room. Just as her hand touched the curtain, her wrist was seized, and she was yanked inside by the person within.
She let out a cry of surprise as her body slammed heavily into the other person. She heard the woman’s soft moan, and her fear subsided. The grip on the woman’s arm loosened slightly. Immediately after, she was pushed against the wall by Qin Shui and held in a deep embrace.
Jiang Qu instructed, “Jiang Mi, after relaxing, hold on tightly for a moment, then let go.”
Jiang Mi knew that Jiang Qu was filming the shot of her arms. So, she tightened her hold on Yan Wei’s waist, responding to the other’s force, almost melting into her. The next second, as Liang Yongping, she was supposed to remember her current situation. She relaxed her grip and struggled to get away.
“This dress doesn’t suit you,” Yan Wei whispered the line in her ear.
Her breath and the scent of roses were like some kind of astringent seed, plucking at Liang Yongping’s heart bit by bit.
“Okay, Qin Shui, slowly kiss Liang Yongping’s ear or neck. Your expression goes from infatuation to pain, jealousy, and finally, restraint.”
Following Jiang Qu’s words, Jiang Mi felt Yan Wei’s breath draw near, and then a cool kiss landed on the skin of her neck.
Her heart stopped beating for a second. So this is what Yan Wei’s lips feel like on my skin, she thought.
She began to struggle, saying her line, “Are you crazy! She’s right outside!”
Yan Wei let out a soft, mocking laugh. “It’s better if she sees.”
Her long, cool fingers caressed Jiang Mi’s firm waist through her clothes. Her hand seemed to linger, unwilling to leave the other’s body as if driven by a craving.
“You don’t like it? How about this, then?”
She suddenly grabbed Jiang Mi’s hand and placed it on her own waist.
A fine sweat instantly broke out on Jiang Mi’s palm. That waist was not as cold and hard as its owner; instead, it was warm and soft to the touch, a slender waist that could be encircled in a single grasp, making her fingertips burn.
Jiang Qu guided the scene from off-set, “Qin Shui grabs Yongping’s hand and moves it upward, lifting the hem of her shirt, revealing a little bit of skin. The camera pushes in. Yongping’s expression: fear, struggle, inability to resist… moved, unable to push away, pleading…”
Jiang Mi closed her eyes, her five fingers clenching into a fist. “I’m begging you, she’ll find out.”
Yan Wei’s laugh sent a chill down her spine, yet her tone was so gentle. “We haven’t seen each other in so many days. Don’t you want to hold me?”
Yan Wei’s voice lost its edge. “Alright, just hold me, and I’ll let go.”
Jiang Mi’s fist slowly unclenched. She flattened her hand and gently wrapped it around from her waist to her back. Yan Wei negated her robotic action, her tone a mix of command and plea, “Like I did.”
“Yongping feels a trace of pain, then starts to get angry, so her movements are a little rough… Close-up here, grab her waist with more force,” Jiang Qu directed.
Jiang Mi was silent for two seconds, her expression gradually darkening. She bit her lip, grabbed Yan Wei’s arm, and switched their positions. She leaned in, filled with a complex anger. She yanked up the lace blouse on Yan Wei’s body, clutched her waist forcefully, and then moved upward, inch by inch.
Her deliberately roughened hands wantonly tormented the smooth skin.
She suddenly felt Yan Wei’s body tremble slightly.
But she couldn’t tell if Yan Wei was acting, or if she was truly trembling.
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Author’s Notes
Yan Wei: Oh my.