24 : won't touch your mouth

 System: [Wow (*▽*)]

System: [Host, keep it up! Your chance to increase favorability has arrived!]

Yin Luo: "..."

The system continued to encourage: [By the way, host, I forgot to tell you, the 5 points of favorability in the bathroom were from when the male lead licked your face.]

Yin Luo: "..."

Yin Luo: [Could you take the rose juice off your face with you?]

That sounds so strange.

Reminded by the system, Yin Luo recalled what happened in the bathroom during the day. At the time, he really didn't know what Duan Muze was thinking, that he would clean the rose juice off his face in such a way.

But then someone came, and he didn't ask Duan Muze, and left quickly without saying a word.

Halfway there, the system reminded him that his favorability had increased by five points.

Since his favorability reached 65, it had never increased so much. Duan Muze was more difficult to deal with than he had imagined. If it weren't for the need to have desensitizing medicine when he returned to reality, Yin Luo really wanted to just quit.

This sudden increase of five points undoubtedly boosted his confidence.

Yin Luo: [Does closer contact increase favorability more?]

The system reviewed: [Host is amazing! The records show that's true.]

Yin Luo didn't speak again, pursing his lips.

He looked down at the script in front of him, torn.

If he acted out this scene, he would have physical contact with Duan Muze, greatly increasing the chances of increasing favorability. But this scene looked too intimate... He would be picked up, and there was a kissing scene...

Being picked up was fine, after all, Duan Muze had picked him up once when he was drunk at the bar, and he was stronger than he imagined. That way, at least he wouldn't fall and hurt himself.

But kissing...

Because of that forced kiss he received against the wall by a pervert in high school, Yin Luo had always been averse to kissing.

Or rather, he was afraid of kissing, afraid of that feeling of having his mouth constantly sucked, his tongue going numb, and him not being able to breathe. He

was also afraid of being touched on the waist, because that would make him lose his balance.

Looking at the boy sitting quietly in his chair, staring at the script with his ears flushed, Duan Muze's heart stirred. He suddenly felt a urge to pinch his soft earlobe.

Growing up in a world filled with malice, he had almost nothing he liked, but many things he disliked.

Initially, he would have assumed Yin Luo

was like any other rich kid, treating him badly because he was an illegitimate child, perhaps even harboring ulterior motives. But after so many interactions, he realized the boy was a well-protected hothouse flower, a beautiful and vibrant rose. He

probably wouldn't even notice if a man was eyeing him, let alone bully others.

He'd definitely suffer.

Duan Muze suddenly felt a strong urge to protect him, but to get rid of the swarm of flies around the boy, he needed considerable power.

The system suddenly announced: [Affection +2!]

Yin Luo exclaimed in surprise: [What happened? We haven't even started rehearsing yet!]

System: [The reason isn't displayed on the screen. We generally can't detect higher-level psychology.]

Higher-level psychology? Yin Luo was even more confused. At that moment, Duan Muze suddenly asked him, "Have you finished watching? What did you think?"

Yin Luo paused, his fair cheeks still flushed, his expression somewhat troubled: "...Does it have to be this scene?"

Duan Muze saw his hesitation: "Even if it's not this scene now, as long as you accept this role, you'll act in it sooner or later, and—"

Yin Luo looked up, meeting Duan Muze's eyes. Those eyes were dark and deep, holding emotions he couldn't understand.

"Directors usually shoot kissing scenes first."

Yin Luo: "?"

Duan Muze: "This allows the actors to quickly get used to each other."

Yin Luo remained silent, his face burning. After a while, he muttered in a voice so soft he could barely hear himself, "But you can only kiss when you're in a relationship..."

Duan Muze's back stiffened.

The boy didn't realize that such seemingly conservative and old-fashioned words would fill a man with possessiveness and a desire to conquer. His voice became even lower and hoarse: "Have you thought it through?"

Yin Luo had seen the movies Duan Muze had acted in.

The other person had been taken back by the Duan family for three years and had been in the industry for three years as well. He hadn't taken on many roles, and all of them were serious dramas, some even involving dangerous action scenes, which he performed himself without a stunt double.

Directors who had worked with him had said that although he was picky, once he accepted a role, he was a very serious and dedicated actor.

So, Duan Muze probably wouldn't accept using camera tricks for kissing scenes.

After a long pause,

Yin Luo looked up at him, her light-colored eyes misty, and cautiously negotiated with him: "Then can we... not kiss for now?"

"I mean, during rehearsals before filming, can we

... use camera tricks first?"

She wanted to delay as long as possible.

Unexpectedly, Duan Muze agreed: "Okay, I won't touch your mouth."

Yin Luo breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, and put the script aside: "Then I've finished reading it, I can try it out first."

Duan Muze nodded, his gaze following Yin Luo's face down, looking around before returning to his own: "You need to take off your coat and shoes."

The scene they were going to act out was a summer scene in a room, and Yin Luo's character was wearing short sleeves and shorts, and no shoes.

Even the costumes were important; it seemed Duan Muze was indeed quite strict when it came to acting.

Yin Luo himself had come wearing pajamas with a coat over them, and now that he had taken off the coat, it perfectly matched the character's description. Just as he was about to take off his shoes, he heard Duan Muze say: "Go to the carpet."

Yin Luo looked around and found a small carpet in the corner of the wall.

It was the only carpet in the room.

The hotel room had wooden floors, and even with the air conditioning on, it was a bit cold to walk on barefoot. Yin Luo didn't waste any more time and immediately went over and took off his shoes.

The carpet was wool, and it was a bit prickly.

Yin Luo turned around, his back to the wall, only to find Duan Muze standing right in front of him.

They were so close he could feel Duan Muze's breath on his hair.

His hairline itched.

His face felt hot.

A strange feeling.

"Can we begin?" Duan Muze's voice came from above.

"Mmm..." Yin Luo involuntarily took a small step back, his feet aching from the carpet. Then, a strange, tingling sensation quickly spread through his limbs. He finally realized what was wrong and immediately said, "Wait, I... ugh—"

But before he could finish, he let out a low moan.

It was muffled and wet, coming from his nose.

As if he couldn't bear something.

He felt a sudden emptiness, then a tremendous force pulled him up from his groin, and a warm body pressed against his chest.

The weightlessness that followed made Yin Luo lose his ability to think; he could only instinctively reach for the man's neck. Because he was holding onto his groin, the two were almost pressed tightly together.

Behind him was a cold wall, and against his chest was Duan Muze, whose body was burning hot.

Yin Luo trembled uncontrollably.

The allergy medication had suddenly worn off, making him even more sensitive, and he felt completely powerless. However, Duan Muze pressed

closer and closer, almost squeezing the air out of his chest. He couldn't breathe, and could only open his mouth, inhaling slowly.

Occasionally, he would let out a very soft, shallow gasp.

The boy's face, up close, was only the size of a palm, with incredibly smooth skin, a pointed chin, and moist, bright red lips, occasionally revealing a tender red tongue.

He exuded a fragrant aroma.

As if out of fear, his arms tightened around the man, his eyes turning a deep red, mingled with the tears that he couldn't hold back, making his face flushed.

He was clinging to the man's thighs, his long, slender legs feeling insecure, only able to drape loosely over the man's waist. The slightest touch caused them to tremble slightly and recoil. But a moment later, they would drape back.

Fear and surprise quickly brought a fine sheen of sweat to his face, turning it a pale pink.

Even his scent carried a dampness.

It surged and clung to him, almost seductively.

Yet the boy's expression was utterly innocent, like a helpless kitten pinned down, looking pitiful. It made one want to tease him.

Duan Muze cruelly loosened his grip.

The boy clearly felt himself falling, letting out a small whimper, immediately tightening his embrace, even his previously loosely draped legs tensed.

His insteps were taut,

his rounded toes turning pink.

But he could only hold on for a short time.

His legs simply didn't have the strength to hold on.

Duan Muze took in all the beautiful scenery. He suppressed his mischievousness and pulled the person in his arms closer, the trembling subsiding slightly.

Crimson lips and delicate earlobes were so close, the man's eyes filled with a terrifying aggression and possessiveness.

He had wanted to do this for a long time

—when he saw Yin Luo being coveted by another man.

He had to admit that his emotions changed because of this person, becoming unlike himself. He had his own world, a desolate, colorless place where he should have lived a cold and lonely life.

But one day, suddenly a skylight appeared, letting in a beam of light.

He longed for that light, for the boy who brought it, even if the boy was sometimes hypocritical and had a bad temper, he still cherished it.

This turbulent emotion was suppressed beneath the man's cold exterior; he was like a dedicated actor: "Time for your lines."

Yin Luo took a long time to recover her voice, her voice heavy with sobs: "I...I forgot..."

Almost every word was uttered with difficulty.

“Then let’s move on to the next step.” Duan Muze’s voice was low, unconsciously carrying a dangerous undertone. “It’s my turn.”

The next step was a kiss.

Duan Muze had promised not to touch her lips.

But he hadn’t said she couldn’t touch anywhere else.

His gaze shifted to Yin Luo’s pink neck, his breath brushing against it, watching with satisfaction as that small patch of skin trembled.

The next moment, the man leaned in, his lips pressing against the smooth skin.

The warm, delicate touch made his back stiffen, his hands clenching uncontrollably, and Duan Muze clearly heard the boy’s soft, wet sobs.

Pink marks appeared on his skin, even though it was just a kiss with his lips.

Duan Muze felt himself tainted by that sweet taste.

So, taking advantage of the boy’s distraction, he touched her again. Almost forgetting

to breathe, Duan Muze rubbed against that delicate neck, only one thought in his mind—

Yin Luo Xiang was mine.

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