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Lu Yao's pupils contracted slightly, and she froze as he suddenly became intimate.

The lingering sensation on her lips hadn't yet dissipated when his fingertips gently brushed against them, sending a shiver down her spine like a subtle electric current.

Xie Linyu's fingertips were slightly cool, and his movements were incredibly natural, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lu Yao lowered her eyes, shifting her gaze to the charred remains in the pot. "You should think about how to deal with these things."

Xie Linyu noticed her avoidance, his blue eyes darkened, and he didn't press the matter. He sighed softly, "What should we do? I don't think I have much talent for cooking. Will you look down on me because of this, thinking I'm not as good as Fu Ciyan and can't win your heart through your stomach?"

Lu Yao hadn't expected that he was quietly tinkering here for this reason. She wanted to laugh, but she held it in and coughed lightly: "I'm not that shallow. People naturally have things they are good at and things they are not good at. If you can't do something well, then don't do it."

"Are you trying to comfort me?" Xie Linyu looked over with delight in his blue eyes.

"I just think it's a bit of a waste of ingredients, and the kitchen is so dirty. Fu Ciyan will definitely punish you when he gets back. You should think about how to clean this place up." Lu Yao said, turning to leave, but a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips. "Let's order takeout for lunch today."

Watching her light and quick departure from the kitchen, Xie Linyu's disappointment was replaced by a touch of tenderness.

Although she said she disliked him, the fleeting slight upturn of her lips was enough to show that Lu Yao didn't really dislike him.

This was just a way to appease him.

Could he assume that Lu Yao actually cares about him too?

This realization made his heart itch as if brushed by a feather, making him want to pull her back, press her down and kiss her fiercely, forcing her to admit that she had a place for him in her heart.

But he knew very well that it wasn't the right time yet.

Xie Linyu looked down at the mess on his body, then at the "spoils" in the pot and on the floor, and shook his head helplessly. He admitted that he was no match for Fu Ciyan when it came to cooking.

When Lu Yao returned after ordering takeout, she saw Xie Linyu squatting on the ground, examining the unidentified object that was stuck to the ground.

Seeing her return, he asked, "Can't we really buy a life-assistance robot for our home?"

Lu Yao shrugged: "Fu Ciyan takes care of all the house cleaning, I don't care. You two can discuss it."

Upon hearing this, Xie Linyu stood up and threw the rag in his hand into the sink: "Fu Ciyan is a perfectly good general, what kind of hobbies are these? If he likes cleaning so much, why doesn't he apply for a cleaning job?"

Lu Yao was amused by his resentful complaint: "You said that to his face."

Xie Linyu snorted and ignored the conversation, continuing to clean the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Yao arrived with the takeout.

Xie Linyu reached out and took it: "Let me do it."

Lu Yao raised an eyebrow: "Can you?"

Xie Linyu immediately frowned: "I'm just bad at cooking, not so stupid that I can't take care of myself. Can't you give me some trust?"

Lu Yao laughed without any attempt to hide her laughter: "Then I'll give you a chance to show off."

Xie Linyu carried the takeout to the kitchen to plate it, while Lu Yao sat in a chair waiting. Just then, Fu Ciyan's message appeared: [Have you had lunch? What did you eat?]

Just then, Xie Linyu brought over the packaged takeout and placed it on the table. Lu Yao casually snapped a picture and sent it to him: [Image. JPG]

【Is this all Xie Linyu is going to give you to eat?】Fu Ciyan’s next message was full of disdain.

Lu Yao couldn't help but smile, wondering whether she should tell Fu Ciyan about Xie Linyu's attempt to cook and how he almost blew up the kitchen.

"Are you texting Fu Ciyan?" Xie Linyu's voice came softly from beside him.

Lu Yao subconsciously covered the chat interface, only realizing afterward that she had made a rather obvious mistake.

"Heh, let's just chat casually. Don't worry, I didn't tell him about blowing up the kitchen."

Upon hearing this, Xie Linyu snorted coldly: "At least you have some conscience."

After lunch, Xie Linyu cleared the table, while Lu Yao brewed a pot of tea and sat in the garden for a while. During this time, Xie Linyu did not approach her. Although he wanted to, he knew very well that winning Lu Yao's heart could not be achieved by simply pestering her.

The afternoon sun felt warm and cozy on my skin.

Lu Yao stayed in the garden for about half an hour. As soon as she returned to the house, she saw Xie Linyu sitting on the sofa, holding a script in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed, looking like he was studying it seriously.

Seeing her enter, Xie Linyu looked up, his eyes lighting up: "Lu Yao, could you help me rehearse my lines?"

Lu Yao washed the teacup clean and put it back in its place, then walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite him: "Which show?"

"The scene in the third episode of the second season where 'Lu Qing' changes 'Ling Mo's' dressing." Xie Linyu handed over the script, pointing to a section, "Here, 'Ling Mo' has already realized that 'Lu Qing' is not the original person, but he is not completely sure yet. I'm a little unsure how to design his eyes and actions during the probing process to make it the most natural."

Lu Yao remembered this scene, which was also the scene where the relationship between "Lu Qing" and "Ling Mo" changed.

She took the script and looked at it carefully. The script read:

Lu Qing carefully and gently unwrapped the bandages from Ling Mo's arm. Ling Mo's gaze followed her face, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions and anticipation. While Lu Qing was applying the medicine, Ling Mo feigned a move to pounce on her, observing her reaction to confirm his suspicions…

"How do you want to act?" After reading the script, Lu Yao looked up at Xie Linyu, who was serious when talking about his profession.

Xie Linyu did not answer immediately.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, falling on his sharply defined profile.

His eyes were slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes casting a faint fan-shaped shadow beneath them. His expression was so focused that it was almost sharp, a stark contrast to his usual lazy and casual demeanor.

"I'm thinking," he began, "that 'Ling Mo' must be experiencing extremely conflicted emotions at this moment."

Lu Yao didn't speak, quietly waiting for him to continue.

"He hated the original 'Lu Qing,' but this 'Lu Qing' has no ill intentions towards him; in fact, it could be seen as a form of redemption." Xie Linyu raised his head, his azure eyes looking directly at Lu Yao, as if looking through her at another person. "So the action of pouncing on her shouldn't just be a test; it should also contain expectation and fear."

"Fear?" Lu Yao asked, puzzled.

"Yes." Xie Linyu nodded. "He's afraid of trusting the wrong person again, that 'Lu Qing' is still the same 'Lu Qing,' and that this is just the beginning of another, more cruel game. So his emotions contain fear. I don't know if this understanding is correct?"

"I think you're absolutely right!" Lu Yao's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward slightly without realizing it. "You understand it very well. This is the kind of feeling one should have towards 'Ling Mo.' He has already suffered a lot, and any amount of outward trust could become the cause of his destruction, but he still can't help but have expectations for 'Lu Qing.'"

As she spoke, her finger unconsciously tapped lightly on the script: "Director Wang mentioned before that it would be best to portray a feeling of 'going all in' here."

Xie Linyu's gaze moved from her slender fingertips to her joyful face.

The afternoon sun cast a soft glow on her, making even the fine downy hairs on her cheeks clearly visible.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was lower than before: "So, how exactly do you think this 'all-or-nothing' feeling should be portrayed? I've thought of a few, but they all feel like they're missing something. It would be best if you could rehearse with me."

Lu Yao didn't think much of it upon hearing this. Cooperating with the actors to better rehearse the scene was also one of her responsibilities, so she nodded and said, "Okay."

"Let's start with 'Ling Mo' grabbing 'Lu Qing's' wrist." Xie Linyu stood up and walked to the open space in the center of the living room.

Lu Yao put down the script and followed.

The living room was quiet and brightly lit in the afternoon.

The two stopped.

Xie Linyu lowered his eyes, and when he raised them again, his expression had changed.

Those deep blue eyes became wary and distant, but when their gaze fell on 'Lu Qing', a secret expectation surged within them.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice already carrying a hint of tension characteristic of "Ling Mo".

Lu Yao took a deep breath and nodded.

The next second, Xie Linyu suddenly reached out and swiftly grabbed Lu Qing's wrist.

The fingertips were slightly cool, and the force was perfectly controlled, making it difficult for her to break free without causing her pain.

Lu Yao's body stiffened instinctively, and she looked up at him.

[Lu Qing] Ling Mo's voice was hoarse and restrained, even revealing a slight, uncontrollable tremor. He stared intently into her eyes, as if trying to find the truth within them. [When do you plan to begin your plan?]

"What?" Lu Qing looked completely bewildered, as if she didn't understand what he was saying at all. She tried to break free from his grasp, but the next second, Ling Mo tackled her to the ground. "Ah, what are you doing, Ling Mo?"

Ling Mo did not answer, but stared intently at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions she could not understand, seemingly both restrained and insane.

He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across Lu Qing's cheek. The tender touch made it seem as if they were lovers. However, Lu Qing couldn't help but frown. Despite her continued struggle, her eyes showed a mixture of wariness and shyness.

Ling Mo suddenly bent down close to her, his voice even hoarser: "Lu Qing, why are you being so nice to me now? Do you want to mate with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Mo's hand suddenly reached towards her collar.

Lu Qing struggled frantically: [Ling Mo, no!]

Lu Yao's voice trembled, her fingertips tightly gripping Xie Linyu's shirt. This subconscious action not only reflected Lu Qing's current panic, but also revealed a genuine tension as she was being held captive by Xie Linyu in an embrace.

Xie Linyu stopped moving.

His fingertips were only inches away from Lu Yao's collar, finally landing on Lu Yao's slender neck.

Deep within his blue eyes surged the obsession and expectation that belonged to 'Ling Mo,' mixed with the personal emotional fluctuations that belonged to Xie Linyu.

The living room was so quiet that only the sound of their breathing could be heard.