Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 278 Taste
After exchanging a few polite words, Da Meiyuan, unsure if Hu Xiaobei was available, got straight to the point: "Director Hu, it's still a matter of acting. Should I come back another day?"

Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she lowered her eyes to stare at the patterns on the bluestone slabs on the ground, as if waiting for Hu Xiaobei's decision.

Hu Xiaobei slowly raised his head, smiled gently, and said, "It's alright, just tell me, what don't you understand?"

As he spoke, he put down his pen, leaned forward slightly, and looked like he was listening attentively.

Da Meiyuan walked quickly to the table, sat down opposite Hu Xiaobei, and slowly unfolded the script. With her eyebrows slightly furrowed, she said, "Director Hu, you see, I can never quite grasp the emotional outburst between Shang Yang and Bai Xue in this scene. I always feel that my performance is lacking."

As she spoke, she would occasionally gesture with her finger over relevant parts of the script.

Hu Xiaobei listened attentively, her eyes focused, nodding occasionally.

He picked up the script again and read it quickly before analyzing it word by word.

"Look, Shang Yang has experienced many setbacks and his heart is already depressed. The appearance of Bai Xue is a ray of light in his dark world."

When Bai Xue said these words, Shang Yang's emotions should have progressed from surprise and disbelief to gratitude and relief, layer by layer...

As he explained, he stood up and imitated the characters' movements and expressions, his tone rising and falling with the changes in his emotions.

An Xiaoqian sat to the side, watching Hu Xiaobei patiently explain to Da Meiyuan, and a strange feeling of jealousy welled up in her heart.

She bit her lip, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, and unconsciously clenched the script in her hands.

She kept telling herself, "Xiao Bei isn't that kind of person. I should trust him."

But his gaze remained fixed on the two of them, as if afraid of missing any detail.

Da Meiyuan listened intently, nodding from time to time, and even took out a small notebook to take notes carefully.

After the explanation, she stood up and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, Director Hu! Your explanation made everything clear to me immediately!"

After saying that, she turned to look at An Xiaoqian and smiled sweetly, "Xiaoqian, I won't bother you anymore, let's chat again next time!"

After saying that, she walked away with graceful steps and an elegant sway.

Watching Da Meiyuan's figure disappear through the door, An Xiaoqian finally stood up.

She deliberately moved closer to Hu Xiaobei and asked casually, "Does this Yuanyuan often come to you for advice?"

Her tone seemed casual, but the slight upward inflection at the end of her sentence betrayed her inner concern.

Hu Xiaobei, however, seemed oblivious to An Xiaoqian's unusual behavior. While organizing the documents, he nodded and said, "Yes, this girl is quite studious. She asks questions whenever she has them and is trying very hard to shed her 'pretty face' image."

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoqian's heart skipped a beat, and her jealousy intensified.

She wrinkled her nose, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes, yet she didn't know how to express it.

I'm really torn: "If I just tell him I'm worried, will it seem like I'm being petty or distrustful? But I just can't help worrying..."

She opened her mouth, hesitated, and finally just let out a soft hum, barely audible, before turning her head away.

If Hu Xiaobei's senses hadn't been far beyond those of ordinary people, he wouldn't have been able to hear that faint humming sound at all.

It was only then that he realized something was wrong with An Xiaoqian.

So he looked up at An Xiaoqian with a puzzled expression, then stepped forward and gently took her hand, asking, "Xiaoqian, what's wrong? You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Looking at Hu Xiaobei's concerned eyes, An Xiaoqian felt a surge of grievance and jealousy, but she also felt that her thoughts were somewhat childish and unreasonable.

She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."

After speaking, she lowered her eyes, not daring to meet Hu Xiaobei's gaze, afraid that he would see through her thoughts. Having spent so much time together, how could Hu Xiaobei not notice her awkwardness?

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he gently stroked An Xiaoqian's soft, boneless, slender, and fair hands.

He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "You said you were fine, but you've already started whimpering. Confess now, or don't blame me for using torture!"

As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally breathed lightly at her.

An Xiaoqian's body tensed up instinctively, her shoulders hunched slightly, and she felt the whispers in her ear mixed with Hu Xiaobei's breath seeping into her body little by little, as if gently caressing her heart.

A tingling, numb sensation, like something I'd been longing for, spread throughout my body once again.

During the past year or so, the two were busy filming, preparing for production, or post-production. When they finally had a little free time to go on vacation, the three of them would travel together.

Hu Xiaobei has always been very restrained in his desires and rarely takes the initiative to get close to others.

An Xiaoqian was experiencing love for the first time and was somewhat confused, but she was also caught up in the cycle of acting and winning awards, leaving her no time to care about anything else.

In addition, the two made a pact, so they rarely had any private intimacy during the year or so that you could count the number of times they did so on your fingers.

Hu Xiaobei's sudden initiative instantly stirred An Xiaoqian's heartstrings.

Her body trembled, as if all her strength had left her, and she collapsed, leaning against Hu Xiaobei's chest.

Someone just wanted to tease her and figure out why she was so unhappy, but they didn't expect her to be so sensitive that she couldn't stand the slightest provocation.

If she didn't care so much about herself and truly love herself, how could An Xiaoqian be in such a terrible state?

Looking at An Xiaoqian, whose face was flushed and who was shy and timid, Hu Xiaobei's heart fluttered. He didn't care about anything else and lowered his head to kiss her tender and luscious lips.

An Xiaoqian's eyes were glazed over, her mouth slightly open, subconsciously hoping and responding.

Perhaps Hu Xiaobei's hearing was too good, because when the chair next to him moved slightly, the sharp sound of the metal chair legs rubbing against the floor tiles suddenly pierced his arousal.

Their lips, which were about to touch, suddenly froze. The ambiguous atmosphere, carrying a burning heat, seemed to be instantly torn to pieces by the harsh scraping sound.

Hu Xiaobei's heart pounded like a drum, and the throbbing in his throat turned into an awkward cough.

An Xiaoqian opened her beautiful eyes slightly, her expression a mixture of confusion and anticipation.

That adorable yet confused look seemed to be silently asking Hu Xiaobei: What's going on... Where's the promised torture??

Hu Xiaobei gave a stiff smile, slightly raised his chin, and raised an eyebrow at the open door, gesturing: "Qianqian, what are you thinking about... It's broad daylight, and the door isn't even closed!"

An Xiaoqian looked at the open door, a little slow to react, before finally realizing what she meant: "Yeah, it's so embarrassing to kiss with the door open in broad daylight if someone sees us. We should wait until night to kiss..."

Thinking of this, her face flushed with embarrassment, but she dared not think any further.

Then, she slightly raised her eyes, looked back at Hu Xiaobei with embarrassment, shrugged her shoulders shyly, and playfully stuck out her tongue.

Her adorable and shy appearance made Hu Xiaobei's heart itch, and he wished he could take her right there and then, and suck on her sweet little tongue a few times to satisfy his craving.

He swallowed hard, trying to control his desires, turned his head to the side, and let out a long breath.

Several seconds later, he turned to look at An Xiaoqian, who looked puzzled, and put on the appearance of a virtuous gentleman and enlightened monk, and said seriously: "An Xiaoqian, I have a piece of advice for you - never seduce me, otherwise, the consequences will be very serious!"

An Xiaoqian looked bewildered and blinked her innocent big eyes, protesting, "You're wronging me~ I didn't seduce you at all!"

After saying that, she pursed her lips, and her cheeks puffed up slightly.

(End of this chapter)