He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning turned her head slightly, trying to avoid his burning gaze. Her breathing was still erratic, and her voice was soft and trembling, with a lingering breathlessness: "Wen Zhaoci...you, you shouldn't kiss me anymore..."

I'm so dizzy, I really can't take it anymore.

The boy before her had his eyes downcast, the corners of his narrow eyes slightly reddened. His deep black eyes were now filled with a dark, turbulent energy, hiding an uncontrollable burning desire, like a beast that had been lying in wait for a long time, wanting nothing more than to devour the soft, small person in his arms, to knead them into his bones and blood, and to possess them completely.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his head to touch her reddened lips, his breath hot and scalding, spraying onto her delicate skin. His voice was terribly hoarse, devoid of its usual coolness, and filled with a deep tenderness and alluring seduction. Each word, deep and tender, fell into her ear: "Not going to kiss me?"

He gently pinched her slender waist, feeling the soft and weak appearance of the person in his arms. The darkness in his eyes deepened, with a hint of triumphant wickedness and an extreme desire for her.

"The baby's already so soft, and you still dare to bargain with me?"

Sang Jiuning's cheeks burned even hotter at his words, her heart felt numb and itchy, and she was too ashamed to look him in the eye. She could only bury her face in his neck and mutter softly, "It was true... you went too far."

She felt both ashamed and embarrassed. It was the simplest way to get close to him, yet he made her feel hot all over and weak in the knees, so she didn't even have the courage to look up.

Looking at the obedient and soft-spoken person in his arms, Wen Zhaoci's heart melted, but the desire in his eyes remained undiminished.

He took her slender hand and slowly moved it down to gently press it against his firm waist and abdomen. Through the thin T-shirt fabric, he could clearly feel the firm muscle lines beneath.

The boy's deep, magnetic voice, carried on the evening breeze, spoke gently yet domineeringly in her ear, with a deliberate teasing tone: "Baby, want to feel my abs?"

Sang Jiuning's fingertips suddenly froze.

Warm palms pressed against warm skin, the distinct sensation transmitted through the fabric—firm, sharp, clean lines honed by the boy's daily training.

She froze instantly in his arms, her breath caught in her throat for half a second, her cheeks flushed red, and her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

My mind is completely in chaos.

How could Wen Zhaoci be so good at flirting?!

It was just a simple touch, but it made her body heat up again, burning from her fingertips all the way to her heart. Her body felt even weaker, and she didn't dare to move at all.

She frantically tried to pull her hand back, her fingertips trembling slightly, her voice soft and shy, filled with obvious helplessness: "No, no...it's too strange..."

Wen Zhaoci held her hand firmly, preventing her from pulling away. He lowered his head slightly, his nose brushing against her reddened earlobe, his tone carrying a hint of obsessive indulgence, and a touch of slight grievance: "What's strange?"

"Only the baby can touch it."

The desire in his eyes was both tender and surging as he held the frightened and delicate girl in his arms tightly, speaking each word earnestly and seductively: "I won't let anyone else touch me, except you."

Sang Jiuning felt her whole body go numb from his teasing, her heart pounding wildly. She buried herself in his arms, too afraid to look up, her soft breaths falling on his neck.

The heat in her cheeks lingered, and the tips of her ears remained a ripe, rosy red.

Unable to bear the shyness and panic welling up inside her, she was afraid that if she met Wen Zhaoci's burning, lustful eyes again, she would lose her composure again. She quickly and gently pushed away his chest, hurriedly changing the subject, her voice still carrying a trace of soft, panting breath: "This is your first time here, let me show you around."

She paused, as if remembering something fun, a glimmer of light appearing in her eyes. Trying to suppress the excitement in her heart, she earnestly introduced, "We have an ancient town here with an absolutely stunning night view. It's especially breathtaking when all the lights are on at night. Everyone calls it the mini Tang Dynasty Never Sleeping City, and it's much more lively than during the day."

At this moment, Wen Zhaoci's mind was still completely immersed in the lingering and passionate kiss just now.

The sweet scent of the young girl lingered on her lips. Her arms were empty, yet she still possessed a soft touch. A wave of tenderness and contentment surged within her.

Today's intimacy far exceeds the limits of our usual interactions; it can be considered an excessive level of intimacy.

He looked down at the little girl in front of him, her head slightly lowered. Two strands of her dark hair fell down, covering her flushed cheeks. She was obedient and shy, and even the roots of her ears were pink and tender, making her look endearing.

Wen Zhaoci let out a soft chuckle, his voice still husky and magnetic from the kiss, incredibly gentle.

He leaned down slightly, gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on her full, smooth forehead, tenderly ending all the passion that had just been there.

"I'll do whatever you say, baby."

Hearing his gentle voice, Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat again. She glanced at him furtively, then quickly lowered her head, her fingertips gently clutching the hem of her clothes.

The two composed themselves and walked out of the Sang family home side by side.

Wen Zhaoci drove Sang Jiuning towards the ancient town.

As dusk deepened, the setting sun shone with golden light, and gentle evening clouds blanketed the entire sky.

By the time the car arrived at the ancient town, it was completely dark. The lanterns along the street lit up one after another, and the warm lights formed a sea of ​​stars. The blue bricks and gray tiles reflected the flowing lights, and the ancient streets and alleys were full of atmosphere, truly living up to the reputation of "the Tang Dynasty's City That Never Sleeps".

The evening breeze swept through the streets and alleys, carrying the scents of everyday life and the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. The noisy and bustling voices slowly spread, diluting the lingering ambiguity between the two, leaving only a relaxed and pleasant tenderness.

The two strolled side by side, chatting and laughing, until they unknowingly reached the foot of the tallest tower in the ancient town.

Sang Jiuning looked up at the brightly lit city gate, her eyes crinkling with excitement, and turned to the boy beside her: "This place is great for taking pictures, the view is amazing, do you want to check it out? I'll take some photos for you."

Wen Zhaoci lowered his eyes to look into her bright, sparkling eyes, his gaze filled with tenderness and a smile. Without thinking, he said in a tone of unique indulgence, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out and firmly embraced Sang Jiuning's waist, gently pulling her into his arms.

"But not alone."

He added in a low voice, his tone carrying an undeniable tenderness and selfishness: "Let's film together."

Before Sang Jiuning could react, Wen Zhaoci had already raised his phone and set it to burst mode. His left arm tightly encircled the girl's slender waist, holding her firmly to his side. The two were pressed close together, their warmth mingling.

The next moment, he tilted his head slightly, lowered his head and gently kissed Sang Jiuning's soft cheek.

The moment the warm touch landed, three soft "click, click, click" sounds rang out in succession.

Three photos, capturing the most tender moments.

In the photo, against the backdrop of city lights, the young man stands tall and handsome, his eyes gentle and tender as he lowers his head to kiss the girl in his arms; the girl has gentle eyes and a delicate and charming profile, and the starlight and lights under the sky become the most romantic setting for the two of them.

Sang Jiuning was taken aback by his sudden kiss, her cheeks flushed red, her heart pounded, feeling both shy and sweet. She leaned softly against him, her heart filled with unconcealed joy.

So this is how he meant by "shooting together".