"I'm in Tokyo, and this is some kind of movie star comeback system?!"

Miho Nakayama shuddered.

For some reason, Sakamoto Yu's gaze was unusually intense, pressing heavily on her, making her breathing slightly erratic.

She dared not look for long and could only hurriedly turn her head away, forcibly suppressing the panic in her heart.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry."

She spoke, her tone deliberately colder than usual, intentionally creating distance.

Sakamoto Yu roughly guessed the reason for her unusual behavior, but did not point it out, and his expression remained calm.

He merely glanced at her indifferently, nodded, picked up the script, and quietly began to read it by himself.

Looking at his completely natural and calm demeanor, Zhongshan noticed a fleeting, barely concealed sense of disappointment in his eyes.

Feeling both annoyed and angry, she pouted irritably.

After a while, she picked up the script in her hand, quietly raised her hand, and gently poked Sakamoto Yu's waist.

"Let's rehearse our lines."

Sakamoto Yu turned a page, agreed, and seeing Zhongshan's expression, suddenly felt like teasing her.

He nodded, then picked up the script and looked at her face.

Zhongshan didn't notice at first, but later realized that Sakamoto Yu was watching him.

A faint sense of joy quietly welled up inside me.

But it wasn't long before she noticed that Sakamoto Yu hadn't looked away.

Zhongshan immediately realized that Sakamoto Yu was teasing him.

Not to be outdone, she decided to glare back.

But at that very moment, Sakamoto Yu was the first to look away.

Her expression fell, and she froze for a moment.

Before she could react, Sakamoto Yu turned back to look at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes, and a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

Looking at that face, Zhongshan's mood was like a rollercoaster, with one wave of emotions following another.

For some reason, a blush rose on her face.

His aloof expression crumbled on its own.

"Alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." Sakamoto Yu held the script, raised his hand towards Zhongshan, indicating that they could start at any time.

Zhongshan's chest heaved slightly. He reached out and grabbed his shoulder, giving it a few gentle, sullen squeezes.

The force was weak and barely counted as punishment, so she simply stopped and angrily put the script on the sofa.

After fussing for a while, my fingertips started to ache, so I reluctantly let go.

She raised her hand to smooth the stray hairs behind her ear, and resumed her indifferent expression, but the lingering blush on her face was impossible to hide.

Zhongshan sat back on the sofa in a sullen mood, picked up a piece of clothing at random, and absentmindedly imitated the act of sewing, deliberately concealing his emotions.

Sakamoto Yu still had a faint smile on his face, but he has always been very professional when it comes to acting.

With the script in hand, he quickly got into character.

His lips softened, his tone slowed, and he began to recite: "Zhongshan, you're becoming more and more like a mother."

After reciting a line, he paused briefly, waiting for Zhongshan to take over the role.

Miho Nakayama calmed herself down.

She picked up the script again, glanced at the lines, took a deep breath, and calmed herself down.

She picked up the prop clothes and fiddled with them, staring at the hem of the clothes, gesturing with her fingertips, pretending to hold a needle and thread.

Upon hearing Sakamoto Yu's voice, he looked up and gave a gentle smile:

"Yeah?"

Sakamoto Yu's smile faded, and he glanced outside the door, seemingly to confirm whether the children were nearby.

Then, he got up and walked to Zhongshan, leaning closer, his gaze becoming increasingly gentle.

"We still have plenty of time."

A deep, gentle voice drifted over, and Zhongshan unconsciously became immersed in the role.

She looked up and met Sakamoto Yu's gaze.

Upon seeing those deep eyes, he froze, his heart began to race, and he was completely mesmerized.

Sakamoto Yu thought Nakayama was stuck and couldn't get his emotions out, and was about to get up and call a halt when, unexpectedly, his almond-shaped eyes suddenly burst forth with a burning and intense affection.

Caught off guard, Sakamoto Yu was stunned on the spot.

My originally calm state of mind was momentarily disturbed.

"Actors, get ready!"

Endo raised the megaphone and shouted at the two of them.

Using this sound, Sakamoto Yu broke free from Nakayama Miho's tight control and regained his senses.

His heart skipped a beat. He didn't dare to look at the director any longer. He stood up, raised his hand to the director to indicate that he was ready, and then walked to the sofa and sat down.

Even now, his heart is still pounding because of that look in his eyes.

Miho Nakayama froze, and after the scene was over, her heart skipped a beat.

Miho Nakayama knew she had been genuinely emotionally invested in that look in her eyes.

That's not just getting into character, that's being moved.

Miho Nakayama's fingertips trembled; her reaction was somewhat slower than that of Yu Sakamoto.

She raised her hand to the director, indicating that she was ready as well.

Endo sat behind the monitor, watching the screen.

"Ready, action!"

Upon hearing the instruction, Sakamoto Yu put aside his complex emotions and tried his best to immerse himself in the role.

He needs to make good use of this emotion.

After a moment of preparation, he was already in character when he looked up again.

His gaze toward Miho Nakayama was filled with undisguised tenderness.

"Zhongshan, you're becoming more and more like a mother."

Miho Nakayama understood that she couldn't act impulsively at this moment. Amidst a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation, she once again channeled her genuine emotions.

She gently raised her head, her eyes free of any extraneous thoughts, filled only with the tranquility and joy she felt when facing her lover.

"Yeah?"

Sakamoto Yu slowly stood up and moved closer to Zhongshan.

For some reason, he seemed a little awkward and didn't stand as close as before.

The next second, Miho Nakayama suddenly moved closer, shortening the distance between them.

Sakamoto Yu could even feel the temperature of the other person's breath.

Miho Nakayama smiled gently.

She no longer cared about what others thought, nor did she care whether this was a film set or not.

The emotions contained in those eyes were so intense that even Sakamoto Yu was breathless.

He was a little worried that Zhongshan might have forgotten the plot, but the next second, his worries vanished.

Zhongshan's body trembled, his fingertips quivered slightly, and he exclaimed in surprise.

In the story, Zhongshan accidentally pricked his finger.

Sakamoto Yu hurriedly reached out and examined the wound closely, then opened his mouth and took it in.

Miho Nakayama felt her fingertips being enveloped by a warm sensation, and a blush immediately spread across her face all the way to her neck.

She shuddered, her breathing suddenly becoming heavier.

Sakamoto Yu raised his head and met his gaze.

Both of them knew that the kissing scene was coming up next.

"Thump," whether it was him, her, or both of them, their heartbeats gradually quickened.

A pink atmosphere filled the space between the two, to the point of overflowing.

Sakamoto Yu could clearly feel the hot breath exhaled by Nakayama Miho, and even before it began, he could feel her body trembling.

Sakamoto Yu moved his throat, gently closed his eyes, and slowly leaned closer.

Miho Nakayama could almost hear her own heartbeat.

She also gently closed her eyes and carefully moved forward.

Finally, their lips touched.

Sakamoto Yu stopped short of going any further.

In the original storyline, it would have ended here.

He just needed to wait quietly for the director to yell "cut".

However, this was just wishful thinking on his part.

When their lips met, Miho Nakayama's long-suppressed emotions erupted.

The aura emanating from Sakamoto Yu was constantly stimulating her.

She could no longer hold back, nor did she want to, and began to respond awkwardly.