Ren Shuhan didn’t close his eyes.
He quietly looked at Jiang Qingyue’s expression of devotion, just like a lamb sacrificed voluntarily, pure but with fatal allure and charming fragrance.



He was so intoxicated by Jiang Qingyue’s tenderness that he could not extricate himself.



What was supposed to be one second of footage was dragged by them for more than ten seconds.



When Jiang Qingyue opened his eyes, he found himself being watched by him and took a step back in shame, but was stopped by Ren Shuhan’s hand at his waist.



Director Chen looked at the scene in the camera: the effect is surprisingly good ah.



Ren Shuhan looked indifferent, but his eyes suppressed his desire, which perfectly showed that he could not help himself.
Jiang Qingyue, who he thought would be unsatisfactory, was also in line with the character’s temperament, looking nervous and expecting, and even exceeded the original requirements.



“Yes….” Director Chen was about to shout “Pass” when he saw Ren Shuhan turn his head to look at him.
Obviously, he was as expressionless as before, but there was an icy air to him, and the director hurriedly changed his words.
“It’s just that Qingyue is a bit stiff, let’s try once more.”  



Ren Shuhan nodded his head in satisfaction.



Director Chen (wiping sweat): It’s a good thing that I’m so clever.



Who cares if his next take was good or not, it was already wrapped.
He could just indulge the Ice God anyways, since he was going to invest in his next movie as well.



Jiang Qingyue, who didn’t know at all what was going on, simply nodded obediently, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes before tilting his head back.



Ren Shuhan enjoyed his expression, going from his rosy lips to his trembling eyelashes, while lingering on his graceful jaw.
After staring enough, he pecked him on the lips again.



Director Chen frowned and narrowed his eyes: “This …… Can it pass?”



Ren Shuhan: “You are the director, why are you asking me?”



Director Chen was cautious: “Let’s do it again.”



Ren Shuhan bowed his head and took another sweet bite.



Director Chen: ” Again?”



Jiang Qingyue: “……………………”



Something strange seemed to be going on ??????



Ren Shuhan kissed many times, and Jiang Qingyue’s face was red while tears threatened to fall from his eyes.
His stiff body was already weak, and Ren Shuhan’s arms were bound to his waist.
He forgot his script, and his hands were pressed on Ren Shuhan’s chest, yet he was reluctant to push him away. 



Director Chen held his forehead: ” Is it okay now?”



It’s really not easy to blame this little assistant.



Ren Shuhan became more and more intimate and couldn’t stop the engine.
He couldn’t help but stroke Jiang Qingyue’s face with his fingertips and lift up his long hair.
His voice was a little hoarse as he said, “Your hairstyle, it’s falling apart.”



Xiao Zhang, played by Gu Qingmeng, has short hair.



Director Chen forced a polite but embarrassed smile: “Oh, let’s redo it.”



For the last take, Ren Shuhan didn’t even bother to hide his intentions.
He directly took Jiang Qingyue’s face in his hand and bit him gently on the lips.



When the people who were sent away returned to the set, Ren Shuhan and Jiang Qingyue had already sat on one side to rest, and everyone peeked at them while gossiping.
They were shocked to find that Beauty Jiang’s eyes were disoriented, his cheeks were flushed, and he was still a little breathless, almost leaning on the Ice God!



It’s so exciting! Where is the promised gentle kissing???



Ren Shuhan looked up, and everyone pretended to be busy with something else.
They shook their heads and looked at Chen Dao: You definitely added more dramatic scenes for the beauty, huh? We all know you. 



Chen, the director of the set, changed the scene for everyone without missing a beat: “Qingmeng, Shen Xinghe, come and shoot first.
Ice God will have a rest in the meanwhile.”



Ren Shuhan’s arm was still behind Jiang Qingyue, he tilted his face and pressed his forehead against his forehead.
He asked, “Do you feel uncomfortable? If you don’t want to do something, you have to tell me, alright? If you do, I won’t bully you like this, okay?”  



To tell the truth, his reaction made Ren Shuhan want to continue to bully him, ruthlessly …



Jiang Qingyue did not dare to look at him, and lowered his head while moving his fingers, as if to regain his senses.
He did not say anything, but grabbed the corner of Ren Shuhan’s jacket.
This was his subconscious little gesture he made whenever he wanted to express trust, and only Ren Shuhan can read it.



He just seemed to say something: If you want to keep on bullying me, then please continue.



Jiang Qingyue had thought for many years about a kiss like this.



When he was younger and full of newly discovered love, there was a certain tall boy in a school uniform that smiled gently, kissed him softly and said intimate words in his dreams… This kind of scene, involving his Young Master… He had dreamt of it more than once or twice. 



Ren Shuhan was so teased by him that he just wanted to take him home and kiss him well.
The kind of guy who wanted to kiss him from head to toe was pretending to be a gentleman on the surface: “Although it was also my first kiss, thinking about it carefully, I still wronged you for taking your first kiss away in a place like this.”



Jiang Qingyue clutched his jacket tighter: “In a school uniform, I like it very much…This  young master …”



Thinking that his words weren’t smooth enough and his voice was trembling, Jiang Qingyue ended up being silent. 



Ren Shuhan: …… Who can endure this?



He just had to take Jiang Qingyue for himself.



“Are you really not wronged?” Ren Shuhan just wanted to hear him say it himself, and to enjoy the process of forcing him to say it.
He was extremely excited.
“When I was young, you were bullied but didn’t tell me.
Did I lose my temper against you?”



The young master was reluctant to lose his temper with me … Jiang Qingyue glanced at Ren Shuhan quickly, lowered his eyes then looked at him again.
He felt that the young master seemed very serious, so he had to say anxiously, “I’m really not aggrieved.”



In elementary school, after they were divided into different classes, a few people who had pursued Jiang Qingyue’s had, from some source, learnt about his identity as an illegitimate son.
They began to lead the rest of the students in the class to isolate him.



It was only when he was about to graduate that Ren Shuhan found out about it.
The so-called friends who were hanging out with Jiang Qingyue were just mocking him for being his family’s servant’s adopted trash.



It was the second year after their class separation.
After Ren Shuhan finished his English class where recited a certain poem, he suddenly missed Jiang Qingyue.



He wanted to see his face.
He wanted to hold his hand.
He wanted to talk to him.



Although they saw each other every day before and after school, he still had no choice but to skip a class and run to Jiang Qingyue’s classroom.



The classroom was empty, with only a few scattered students, and Jiang Qingyue was sitting in his seat, with a straight back, properly poised, doing his homework.
With his soft and lovely ponytail, he looked like an adorable little girl from behind.  



Knowing that he has been studying hard to catch up with his own grades, Ren Shuhan stood at a distance, not bothering him, watching silently through two layers of glass from a corridor.



In a short while, several other students in the class formed a group, some discussing random topics, some laughing and joking, and suddenly one picked up a handbag and threw it at Jiang Qingyue, hitting him on the head.



At first, Ren Shuhan thought it was a joke, but Jiang Qingyue threw the bag back to a classmate, yet another classmate aimed at his head and threw another at him.



This time Jiang Qingyue avoided it, did not pick it up, and continued to do his homework.



Those classmates then laughed and walked beside him.
Each of them gave him a few shoves, pushing all the books on his desk to the ground, and when the stationery was scattered, they went out from the door laughing without a thought.



Jiang Qingyue kept silent all the time, only moving when someone tugged at his hair to stop the ponytail from falling apart.
When everyone was gone, he picked up his things and continued to do his homework as if nothing had happened.



Ren Shuhan calmly marked the faces of those people in his mind, making sure to not forget any one of them.
He then turned around and left.



Later, he came back to Jiang Qingyue’s class on two occasions.
Once was done secretly, so he could take note of which classmates bullied him and mocked him.
The other occasion was when he came openly to the classroom.
His eyes coldly swept over the students, and he said a few harsh words to let them know that the boy was his own, and no one was to touch a single hair on his head. 



Jiang Yue was completely unaware of his surroundings, his young master being the only one who mattered in his eyes.
Every time he saw him come to him, he felt as happy as a little fool.  



Ren Shuhan was ten years old at that time.
He was no longer as foolish and sweet as Jiang Qingyue.
After he went to middle school, he quietly put these people in sacks one by one, to give them a good lesson.
Without anyone noticing, they had nowhere to seek revenge.
They could only deeply realize that this world had karma.



Ren Shuhan also took pictures of these people with black and blue faces to show Jiang Qingyue, and solemnly said, “If you are bullied again in the future, you must tell me so that I will never let you suffer a little injustice.”



Little Jiang Qingyue replied in surprise, “I never took what they said seriously, what matters is that the young master didn’t think of me that way.”



Ren Shuhan gave him a hug and discreetly gave him a kiss on top of his head..



Why did he miss him?



A bastard child? A servant’s child? An adopted little son-in-law? No, no label could define him.
He was just Jiang Qingyue, his favorite person.



Later, Ren Shuhan really did what he said.
He transferred directly to an ordinary junior high school, and didn’t go to the elite school where the students from their primary school usually went to.
He continued to be in the same class with Jiang Qingyue, and he didn’t let Jiang Qingyue hear any gossip until he met Gu Weici that year …



He must’ve been so sad, Ren Shuhan thought.
He had to make it up for him.



However, his bad taste just made him want to be sadistic again.



A few nights before the next kissing scene, Ren Shuhan gradually put the confession plan behind him, succumbed to his despicable thoughts, and began to try every means to get a sweet taste.
Clearly, he had a system that could help him, but he instead pretended to practice his lines at home, so that Jiang Qingyue could see him looking troubled every time he walked through the living room.



“Young master,” Jiang Qingyue said worriedly, “Is there anything I can do to help you?”



“I’ve also been stuck a bit.” Ren Shuhan saw that he was wearing soft pure cotton pajamas and cotton slippers, his long black hair was still wet and was hanging down his back instead of being in its usual ponytail.
He was, for once, wearing a pair of thin glasses.
Ren Shuhan thought that his unguarded look was of a big help, and he thanked him for the sight in his mind, however, he still said something else out loud.
“You don’t have to inconvenience yourself for me.”  



He got stuck many times last time despite not even having a line, and he had no idea why… Although Jiang Qingyue suspected that the young master had been making trouble, he still wanted to indulge him and said.
“No, I want to try and help.”



“How are you going to do that?” 



Ren Shuhan looked at him, his tone was very serious, but his mind was frantically admiring Jiang Qingyue’s pajamas that showed delicately his neckline, wrists and ankles…



“Were you acting by yourself?”



Jiang Qingyue pursed his lips in embarrassment.



Ren Shuhan walked up to him, took off his glasses and asked, “Do you want me to help you practice?”



Jiang Qingyue’s expression was surprised and flustered, with his lips slightly open, vaguely revealing his bright red tongue, like a ripe cherry.






The author has something to say: 


The poem that Ren Shuhan recited in class was  W.
Yeats’ “A Deep-Sworn Vow”.


Others because you did not keep

That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;

Yet always when I look death in the face,

When I clamber to the heights of sleep,

Or when I grow excited with wine,

Suddenly I meet your face.




Director Chen: Pass! 

Ren Shuhan: (¬_¬) ︻┳═一

Director Chen: ლ(ಠ_ಠ ლ)… Let’s retake the scene….

Jiang Qingyue: (•﹏•)???

Ren Shuhan: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ

Director Chen: ( ̄д ̄;)


I’m not sure if I understood it wrong or if it was really what the author meant to write… but Ren Shuhan kissing for the first time just seems strange to me?? Like I know he did nothing with Gu Weici, but he’s a renowned actor… Surely he had kissing scenes?? 




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