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My mind was completely blank, and I didn't even know how I managed to escape the scene in the end.
That night, while having dinner, I was unable to enjoy the food, my mind preoccupied with how to explain my fondness for romantic films.
Damn it, I embarrassed myself in front of him.
However, Meng Sicong seemed to not take my comment to heart at all.
He was elegantly cutting his steak while discussing script issues with Zhao Hanhang.
I secretly watched their conversation, feeling a bit flustered.
At one point, when I sipped my red wine, a little mark appeared on my lips, and he distractedly handed me a napkin.
Perhaps during our last meal together, I was so nervous and resistant that I failed to notice that Meng Sicong actually had a very gentlemanly demeanor; he always prioritized ladies in everything.
That was somewhat unexpected for me.
Since he was driving me home afterward, he didn't drink any alcohol during the meal. Good self-control, young man; no wonder he has such a great physique without a beer belly.
Zhao Hanhang, on the other hand, drank quite a bit and was picked up by his assistant.
In the car on the way back, it was just me and Meng Sicong. The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward, filled with pink bubbles.
To lighten the mood, I casually struck up a conversation with him, saying, "The actress in today's scene is quite beautiful. I feel like I've seen her in another show."
Meng Sicong stared straight ahead at the road, thought for a moment, and nodded. "Yeah, she was also in 'Shanghai Storm' acting alongside me."
"Oh..."
I finally remembered that I had watched several scenes with this actress in his previous dramas.
Thinking about it made me feel a bit sour, and I couldn't help but say, "No wonder you two have such great chemistry; you nailed it in one take."
Suddenly, the car pulled over to the side of the road. Meng Sicong turned towards me, resting one hand on the steering wheel, looking at me with interest. "Jian Xixie, are you complaining that I didn't let you enjoy it enough with just one take?"
Before I could respond, he continued, "How about this? Next time you come to visit the set, just give me a heads-up. I'll make sure to mess up a few times so you can enjoy watching."
I stared at Meng Sicong, somewhat speechless. "You can't be serious, right?"
Where's your professional integrity as an actor?
He replied with a very serious expression, "Of course I'm serious. Didn't you give me an eye mask last time? I don't have much to repay you with; as long as you enjoy watching, I'm always willing to oblige. Don't worry; the crew also likes to have us mess up in these kinds of scenes so they can use it as bloopers to attract viewers—it's a win-win."
Seeing his attitude made me want to hit him repeatedly; who wants to watch him perform those kinds of scenes? If I wanted to see it, I could just download it myself!
I shook my head. "No thanks, I'm really busy lately and don't have time to visit the set."
Although being busy is an excuse, he didn't have to be so considerate as to send me a video compilation of all his intimate scenes with the actress, did he?
When I received the video, the anger that had been building up in my heart finally erupted.
Did he really think this was a fair exchange? Did he really think I wouldn't dare to watch it?
I called Meng Sicong: "When are you filming action scenes? I want to observe and learn some experience."
Meng Sicong was silent for a moment on the phone: "Tomorrow, there's a passionate kiss scene that I'm not good at and is likely to be NG. Are you coming?"
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