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

The moment their lips touched, Miho Nakayama's long-suppressed excitement completely broke free from the shackles of reason.

What started as a hesitant and tentative response gradually deepened uncontrollably.

She could no longer distinguish whether she was acting or indulging in feelings she had kept hidden for so long.

A hazy moisture welled up in her eyes, and her cheeks and neck were flushed with a burning blush.

She relinquished control, letting her instincts guide her, slowly relaxing and awkwardly yet stubbornly responding to the kiss.

Gradually, the awkwardness faded, and she subconsciously drew closer to his presence. Her whole body went limp, and she became completely absorbed in his presence, forgetting that she was on a film set and that there were other staff members around her.

This response left Sakamoto Yu speechless.

Those soft, delicate lips gradually stirred the impulse within him.

What's even more deadly is that she gradually figured out the rhythm, and her movements became increasingly alluring.

Sakamoto Yu was completely outmatched and became the passive party.

While indulging in the smooth touch of his lips, he desperately suppressed the surging instinctive desires.

Just when he was about to give up, the word "cut" finally rang out on set.

Sakamoto Yu suddenly pulled back.

The female staff members present couldn't help but smile like aunties as they watched this scene, feeling a surge of tenderness in their hearts.

Endo took everything in and was very satisfied with the chemistry between the two.

The atmosphere was good, the action was good, the emotions were excellent, and this scene was impeccable.

"Okay, let's serve the food."

Satisfied, he waved and announced that lunch would be served early.

The staff members smiled with delight; no one would be unhappy to be able to rest a little longer.

The set instantly erupted in noise as everyone began packing up equipment and props.

Endo left behind the monitor. How could he not see that the two people's reactions were genuine? However, he wouldn't stop something that would benefit the filming.

Similarly, he had no intention of getting involved.

Sakamoto Yu glanced at Zhongshan with a complicated expression, then stood up and walked out of the film set without saying a word.

If he didn't leave soon, he was afraid he would lose control.

the other side.

Miho Nakayama was already completely flustered.

Her heart was pounding, her chest was heaving violently, and the tips of her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

When their lips parted, they were still in a dazed and confused state.

She didn't dare to look up at Sakamoto Yu, nor did she dare to meet the gazes of those around her.

The lingering feeling of reckless initiative from just now still lingered, and a burning heat rose up all over her body.

Reason slowly returned, and shame and panic instantly swept over her. She was both embarrassed and ashamed, and she froze on the spot.

The damp breath of Sakamoto Yu between her lips and teeth, and the lingering warmth of his breath, reminded her that this was not acting.

Watching Sakamoto Yu hurriedly retreat and turn away, a turmoil welled up inside me, a mixture of shyness, excitement, and a sense of helplessness that I couldn't calm down for a long time.

The agent stepped forward, looking at her with a complicated expression.

"Alright, let's go back first. There are too many people watching here."

He nudged Zhongshan's arm, and Zhongshan snapped out of his daze, nodded, stood up, and walked towards the lounge.

...

After returning to the lounge, Sakamoto lay down on the sofa. Just as he was about to rest, he closed his eyes, and ambiguous images kept flashing through his mind.

With a sigh, Sakamoto Yu had no choice but to get up.

Just then, the door opened, and Hitomi Ono came in with Sakamoto Yu's bento box.

"Sakamoto-san, I got your food."

When Hitomi Ono saw Yu Sakamoto, she blushed as she recalled the passionate scene from earlier, and casually glanced at Yu Sakamoto's face.

After putting down the bento box, I reached out and fanned my face.

Sakamoto Yu naturally noticed his assistant's actions, but he didn't react; he simply reached out and took the bento box.

He could vaguely guess what the reaction would be after the show aired.

It's likely that there will be a flood of rumors about the two of them again.

Sakamoto Yu shook his head, deciding to tell Watanabe later.

As for Shizuka Kudo, he'd better give her a heads-up as well.

Putting aside his emotions, Sakamoto Yu opened the bento box, intending to transform his inner desires into a craving for food.

Just as he was about to start, there was a knock on the door.

Ono Hitomi and Sakamoto Yu both looked towards the doorway.

The door was gently pulled open, and a familiar figure appeared in the doorway.

Ono Hitomi's eyes widened, sparkling with gossip.

Sakamoto Yu paused in his eating, then sighed.

The person who came was none other than Miho Nakayama.

She was still wearing the same clothes she had been wearing earlier.

"Excuse me, could we talk alone?"

Miho Nakayama smiled at Hitomi Ono and asked softly.

Ono Hitomi was taken aback, and lowered her head in disappointment. She first turned to look at Sakamoto Yu.

Sakamoto Yu nodded to her, and Ono Hitomi then walked out of the room, looking back every few steps.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw a man who was also waiting.

Miho Nakayama's manager was staring at the door with a sullen expression.

Hitomi Ono was startled by his expression.

She stood far away from him.

...

Sakamoto Yu sat on the sofa and waited for Ono Hitomi to close the door before leaning back against it, waiting for Nakayama Miho to speak.

The moment the door closed, Miho Nakayama's gaze towards Yu Sakamoto changed.

The excitement in his eyes was not something he intended to hide.

Some shackles, once broken, are difficult to put back on.

Sakamoto Yu pointed to the chair, "Sit down."

Miho Nakayama didn't move. She leaned against the door, her fingers clenching twice at her sides, then relaxing.

Sakamoto Yu waited a moment, but she didn't come over, so he put the chopsticks and bento on the coffee table, then leaned back on the sofa and looked up at her.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

She finally spoke:

"...that kiss just now."

"It's not acting."

Her voice was soft and clear, not like something she had said on a whim.

Sakamoto Yu rubbed his temples.

My mind raced at that moment, flashing through all sorts of phrases and approaches.

However, Miho Nakayama did not give him a chance to speak.

She suddenly walked straight towards Sakamoto Yu and sat down beside him.

Miho Nakayama made no attempt to hide it, pressing half of her body tightly against Yu Sakamoto's arm.

The moment our skin touched, I could clearly feel her body temperature and her scent through her skin.

His body stiffened for a moment, then returned to normal.

Sakamoto Yu turned his head and looked her over, his expression calm and composed, without flinching.

Miho Nakayama's gaze settled calmly, her composure remarkably calm, devoid of her usual panic, her expression gentle yet resolute.

"I like you."

A light blush spread across her cheeks, yet she gazed at the person before her with an open and generous expression.

Sakamoto Yu's eyes flickered, but he concealed this emotion well.

He met Zhongshan's burning gaze with composure.

"I can't give you what you want," Sakamoto Yu said calmly.

Miho Nakayama paused slightly, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, as if she had found the answer behind it all.

"...Because of Kudo-san?"

Sakamoto Yu did not answer.

Miho Nakayama bit her lip and leaned closer.

She stood up, put her legs on the sofa, and leaned her upper body against Sakamoto Yu's chest.

Miho Nakayama's warm breath landed on Yu Sakamoto's face, but he neither went to meet her nor backed away.

"I won't give up because of this."

She looked steadily at him, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

"You and she aren't together yet, are you?"

"It's not a matter of who came first or who came last," Sakamoto Yu said helplessly, looking at Nakayama's beautiful face.

"Don't forget, I'm a very strong-willed person."

As Miho Nakayama finished speaking, a moment of hesitation appeared on her face, and the emotions in her eyes began to slowly settle.

She shed all her shyness, raised her hand to caress his cheek, and leaned down to kiss him.

Sakamoto Yu felt a wet sensation on his lips.

His hand landed on her waist; he neither pushed her away nor withdrew it.