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Ever since waking from his coma, the first meeting between Pei Zhen and Fu Sichen was their last meeting.
Upon hearing his name, Pei Zhenâs pupils constricted momentarily, and his heart skipped a beat. But he recovered quickly and calmly said, âOh.â
âOh?â While Pei Zhen didnât react in a big way, it was Xiao Nian who took up the position that Pei Zhen would typically have in the past. Heâd objected without even thinking. âWhy do we have to share the shoot with someone? Besides, itâs Fu Sichen. Our Pei Zhen will not do the shoot with that Fu guy!â
âOh?â A voice came from behind. âWhy?â
âWhy? The reason is simple. Of course, itâs because our Pei Zhen doesnât like FuâŚâ Before Xiao Nian could utter Fu Sichenâs full name, he froze with his mouth wide open. Stunned, he slowly turned around.
Fu Sichenâjust 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 âdoesnât likeâ, his gaze turned bitingly cold.
âF-FuâŚâ Xiao Nian was a true expert at reading situations, and in a flash changed his tune. If he had a silk hanky heâd fit perfectly into the role of a mama-sanâhis smile and eagerness to please were exactly like a pimpâs. âBest Actor Fu, oh, what a coincidence. You are our Pei Peiâs absolute favorite.â
Pei Zhen was flabbergasted, an innocent victim of Xiao Nianâs 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 didnât agree to the joint shoot, but neither did he reject the idea.
Fu Sichenâs gaze lingered on Pei Zhen. Unlike the usual coldness, it was oozing with warmth and gentleness. Even Wang Youquan couldnât bear it and had to break the intensity by coughing deliberately.
âCough, cough, weâll have to trouble the makeup artist for Sichenâs makeup.â
The moment he said that, two other makeup artists in the room immediately responded, âIâll do it, Iâll do it!â
Others took Pei Zhen already, and if they lost Fu Sichen, theyâd regret it for their entire lives. The two makeup artists got into an argument over who should do Fu Sichenâs makeup and couldnât arrive at an agreement. Fu Sichen casually said, âItâs okay, Iâll just do it myself.â
âWhat?â Everyone was stumped.
The makeup artists covered their cheeks with their hands. âBest Actor Fu, please donât be angry. I⌠WeâŚâ
They wanted to say that they would stop arguing and make it a fair fight instead. However, Fu Sichen gave a casual âOhâ and went on to make a remark that targeted nobody in particular. âIâm very devoted, from now on my face will not be touched by anyone else.â
Not even letting the makeup artist touch him? So who could touch him?
Those who didnât know any better looked at each other in dismay; those who knew, namely Pei Zhen, nearly choked on his water and started coughing.
âAh.â The coughing was a little violent, and the makeup artistâs hand slipped, causing the makeup brush to slide across Pei Zhenâs face mercilessly. She panicked and apologized profusely. âSo sorry⌠IâŚâ
âItâs⌠itâs okay.â Pei Zhenâs face turned red, but, who knew if it was from the coughing? Even the black streak across his face didnât make him look any less dashing. âIt was my fault.â
Pei Zhen recalled the scene when he first woke from his coma.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found them looking into Fu Sichenâs.
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 Sichenâs red eyes. âYouâŚâ
Pei Zhenâs 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 Zhenâs cheeks and rested next to his ears, setting Pei Zhen ablaze.
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