Chapter 653 The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (64)
Xiao Yi was thunderstruck. This… was too shameless.
Lu Zixi smiled coldly. “If she likes me, she can’t even dream of regretting it.”
Xiao Yi exclaimed f*ck, this was simply a bandit’s logic.
Lu Zixi hung up.
He gave his phone a cold glance, then turned away. There, standing at the doorway, was Bai Weiwei, wrapped with a bedsheet and staring at him.
Her snow-white skin and red lips, from amongst the light and shadow, carried hints of youthful immaturity, but one could already make out the shadow of the future stunning beauty.
Lu Zixi’s breath caught. He recalled what he’d said just now.
He didn’t know how much she had heard.
Bai Weiwei smiled. “If I regretted it, would you really want to go die?”
Lu Zixi stared at her with dark eyes. He strode toward her with his long legs.
Wishing to see her face turn red.
He spoke in a low voice: “En, and I’ll take you to die with me.”
Bai Weiwei: “…”
Lu Zixi broke into a laugh. “Did you really believe me? How could I be willing to let you die? You fool.”
Before she could respond, he had already dipped his head and forcefully kissed her.
He didn’t want to think of the future.
What if she regretted it?
This kind of thought, just thinking about it felt like a knife piercing his heart.
It was the first time he hated it so much.
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The final scene of 《Dream-like Blossoms》.
The filming was done in the studio palace.
Bai Weiwei closed the script. So much dog-blood1; she had no face to act it out.
It was even more dog-blooded than her.
Xiao Yi held the megaphone as he sat on the director’s chair. “Everyone to their place! Are the actors ready? Start shooting.”
Lu Zixi was going to act; he could finally sit on the director’s chair.
An Qian walked out in a costume. Seeing it was the real Bai Weiwei, he sighed in relief. He finally didn’t have to act with a green screen.
Was there any guy as miserable as him?
From beginning to end, the male and female leads were nowhere to be seen. Their scenes together were made by him talking to himself, then editing later.
Bai Weiwei came out in a robe with a white top and red skirt. Her animated and beautiful appearance stunned everyone on the scene.
She turned her head and saw Lu Zixi, clad in the general’s armor.
Heroic and handsome, he looked like he’d come straight out of a painting. His gaze was glacial.
But when he saw Bai Weiwei, his expression softened.
Xiao Yi stared at this pair of… golden boy and jade maiden2… siblings.
He couldn’t help but rub his face in helplessness. This sour smell of love was too obvious.
Can’t you be a bit more restrained?
Xiao Yi lifted his megaphone and roared: “Action!”
Bai Weiwei was the first to get into position.
The smile in her eyes receded. Her willow leaf-like body was as sharp as a knife as she jumped into Lu Zixi’s arms.
“Gege.” Her voice was resolute and desperate. “Take me away.”
The plot was of Yan Ye forcing the emperor to abdicate, but Yan Qiqi had had enough of palace life and the schemes woven with plots and calculations.
Her only desire was to leave the palace.
To live in seclusion in the mountains and woods with her brother.
But Yan Ye was reluctant to give up on the power. He held her, his eyes flashing with a struggle. Finally, he said: “Wait until I become king. You will be mine…”
His voice was gentle and full of deep affection.
But not all the words were spoken.
Bai Weiwei just looked at him3 in desperation. Finally, she just laughed.
An Qian suddenly sneered, “Yan Ye, did you think you could succeed? The throne is zhen’s4, and she is also zhen’s. What qualification do you have to fight?”
Lu Zixi’s eyes were cold. He glared ferociously at An Qian.
At this moment, the killing intent in the film emperor daren’s eyes made An Qian flinch. He felt a bit cold.
Lu Zixi gritted his teeth and said, word by word: “She is mine.”
1: Cliche and super (melo)dramatic scenes.↩
2: 金童玉女: a golden couple, or a lovely young couple.↩
3: The raws originally said “her,” but I’m pretty sure that this is a typo.↩
4: The self-appellation for the king or emperor. The royal “we”.↩