Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Xu An'an led Yan Heng to an empty prop room and locked the door behind her.

She turned around to speak, but Yan Heng moved first.

He stepped forward, pinned her against the door, and pressed his right thumb against her lips without warning, gently rubbing them before lowering his head to kiss her.

Xu An'an was caught off guard by his sudden action and instinctively raised her hand to push him away, her palm landing squarely on the wound on his left arm.

Yan Heng let out a muffled groan, his whole body stiffening for a moment.

Xu An'an immediately tensed up.

"Did you hurt yourself? Let me see—"

She reached out to lift his sleeve, but Yan Heng grabbed her wrist. "It's alright."

"real?"

"real."

Xu An'an was relieved to see that his expression didn't seem like he was just putting on a brave face.

She immediately became angry and glared at him.

"You deserve it. Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, what are you doing on set?"

"How would I know you were having so much fun with that actor if I didn't come?"

Yan Heng's tone was indifferent, but the sour smell could almost permeate the entire room.

Xu An'an was stunned for two seconds before realizing he was referring to the dancing incident in the dressing room earlier. She was both annoyed and amused.

"I did that to help him relax! He's a newcomer, and he was so nervous when he saw me that his hands were shaking. If I didn't break the ice, how would we film the rest of the scene?"

"There are many ways to break the ice," Yan Heng said, turning his face away, his voice muffled. "It doesn't necessarily have to be by holding hands and dancing."

"You're even jealous of this?" Xu An'an looked at him speechlessly. "He's only twenty-three! I've never met him before!"

I was not even eighteen when I fell in love with you.

"..."

Yan Heng's tone was so confident and assertive that Xu An'an was speechless.

She opened her mouth, but it took her a while to find her voice: "...How many of you are there in this world? Besides, he only filmed for a week, and then he left."

"Not even a week."

Xu An'an took a deep breath and decided to change her strategy.

She crossed her arms and said to him bluntly, "Yan Heng, you should leave. I really can't act with you here."

"No."

Xu An'an sighed. Who would have thought that President Yan, who seemed so mature and composed, was so incredibly naive when it came to this kind of thing?

"Yan Heng," Xu An'an slowed her speech, as if she were reasoning with a stubborn child, "if you just keep staying here, I won't be able to get this scene right. Then I'll have to keep lying in bed with him, going through take after take. Anyway, the director said that if we don't finish filming today, we'll continue filming tomorrow."

"This scene is very important, and it's normal for it to take a few days to finish. In that case, we'll have to ask Deng Xiao to postpone it—but his agency probably won't object. After all, when it comes to working with a famous director and an award-winning actress, the longer it takes, the happier the agency is..."

She spoke casually, but Yan Heng's expression visibly changed.

Images of Xu An'an and the actor named Deng Xiao lying in bed all day uncontrollably flashed through his mind, each frame making his chest feel tight.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing his clearly furious yet helpless expression, Xu An'an couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing. She took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Okay," she stepped back, blinked, "is this alright?"

Yan Heng's dark eyes darkened. He reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her back, and supported the back of her head with his other hand.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed her fiercely.

The kiss was intense. It carried an unvented possessiveness and resentment, as if it wanted to devour her whole.

Xu An'an trembled suddenly, her fingertips gripping the fabric of his chest tightly, almost losing her balance.

Just then, footsteps and voices came from outside the door:

"Hey, why is the light on in this room? I remember turning it off when I left."

Then came the sound of the doorknob being turned.

Xu An'an's heart tightened, and she wanted to back away, but Yan Heng showed no intention of letting her go. He even punished her by biting the tip of her tongue because of her inattentiveness.

The door was locked.

The person outside turned the doorknob forcefully a few times, then began knocking. "Is anyone home?"

The knocking grew louder and louder, like taps on Xu An'an's eardrums. Xu An'an's heart pounded nervously. She wanted to push Yan Heng away, but she was afraid of touching his wound again.

At the same time, they dared not make a sound.

After knocking a few times without success, the person outside muttered something.

"Nobody's here, so why are the lights on..."

Then, with a "snap," the lights in the room went out.

The light suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings were plunged into darkness.

Before Xu An'an could adjust to the sudden darkness, Yan Heng's kiss pressed down on her again. It was more intense and relentless than before, as if all restraint in the darkness had been swallowed up.

Xu An'an's mind was buzzing, and her heart was pounding like a drum.

In the darkness, she could see nothing but his hot breath, his hands around her waist, and the reckless force between his lips.

Memories of that night suddenly flooded back.

It was the same darkness, the same rapid breathing, the same near-loss of control...

A sound came from outside, growing louder as it approached:

Have you seen Teacher Xu?

"I think I just saw her nearby..."

"Let me look again. Director Shao said filming is about to begin!"

A basin of cold water was poured over it.

Xu An'an suddenly woke up.

She was filming.

There was an entire film crew waiting for her outside; she couldn't continue fooling around with Yan Heng like this.

"Yan... Yan Heng," she struggled to push him, but couldn't budge him.

Instead, Yan Heng held the back of her head and deepened the kiss once again.

Forced to endure the situation, Xu An'an suddenly had an idea.

She paused, then wrapped her arms around his neck, hooking her arms around him as if to reciprocate.

Noticing her change, Yan Heng paused for a moment, then tightened his grip on her waist, lifting her up and placing her on the table behind him.

His breathing was heavy and hot.

Xu An'an slightly distanced herself, then lowered her head and gently bit his prominent Adam's apple.

Yan Heng froze as if he had been electrocuted.

Taking advantage of his stunned state, Xu An'an suddenly broke free from his embrace and jumped off the table.

His movements were as fast as an eel.

She rushed to the door, unlocked it, and glanced back at him.

The warm yellow light from the corridor seeped in through the crack in the door, illuminating half of her face.

Yan Heng's eyes were used to the darkness, and the sudden light made him squint slightly. He felt that Xu An'an's bright face was dazzling.

"I'm going to film a movie now." Xu An'an curled the corners of her mouth, with a hint of smugness.

She raised an eyebrow, glancing down at his crotch, her tone both sweet and irritating.

"There are so many people outside... Mr. Yan, you should get ready before coming out."