Director Xiao rarely accepts interviews outside of movie promotions, and his visit to Orange TV this time was to return a favor. Thus, when he appeared in the studio hall, it was akin to a massive fan-chasing event!
"Brother Yi! Brother Yi! Can I get a photo? I like you so much!"
"Brother Yi, I'm Yi Mi! Can I have your autograph?"
Backstage, Xiao Yi was treated like a celestial being. He wore a black shirt with dark patterns and black trousers. His skin was pale and cool, his features deeply set, his contours profound, capable of making anyone fall for him at first sight!
He seemed to glance in this direction by chance, but with a single sweep of his gaze, a splash of bright color appeared within his sight. The arch of his brows rose uncontrollably. After retracting his gaze, he continued to sign autographs for the TV station staff, his long, slender fingers with clearly defined joints being particularly striking.
"Sister Weiwei, I really like Brother Yi, I'm going to get his autograph!"
Rui Rui was a big fan of Xiao Yi and hurried over. Xia Weiliang collected her thoughts and instinctively turned to face away from him, minimizing her presence.
Although she understood that being in the same circle meant seeing each other frequently was normal, this reunion was happening too quickly!
The scenes from the hotel flashed before her eyes, like frames of yellowed film with a sense of age. Even some forgotten moments seemed eager to resurface.
On the hotel bed, her hair was dishevelled, and she whimpered softly like a kitten, clutching the bedsheet. The man seemed tireless, moving from the bed to the floor, then to the sofa, his stamina almost unbearable...
Her face instantly flushed red.
Xia Weiliang, flustered, wanted to do something to distract herself. She quickly picked up her thermos, opened the lid, and took a drink. Sudananovel.com
"Sister Wei! Wait—slowly..."
Nuomi's call came too late. A mouthful of scalding hot water made her spit it out with a "plop."
"So hot, so hot!"
Her tongue burned fiercely. Xia Weiliang stuck her tongue out and hopped on the spot. Nuomi wanted to find some ice, but could only retrieve an unopened bottle of mineral water.
Xia Weiliang quickly drank a few sips. Even in her dishevelled and embarrassed state, a beauty remained a beauty. The little tongue, glimpsed occasionally, was flushed red from the heat, and looked incredibly alluring no matter how one looked at it.
Xiao Yi's gaze darkened, but he soon lowered his eyes, burying the emotions that had flashed within them.
At this moment, Director Song came over to disperse the staff. "Let me tell you, Brother Yi is someone I've painstakingly invited. Anyone who scares him away will have their bonus deducted!"
Everyone burst into laughter, and they dispersed.
Brother Cheng and Sister Hua also returned from outside. Upon seeing Xiao Yi, they were both taken aback.
Both seasoned comedians were seniors in the industry. Coincidentally, they had both made cameo appearances in Xiao Yi's first leading role movie.
Therefore, they were considered acquaintances.
"Yo, what wind blew Brother Yi here?"
Brother Cheng happened to be holding a takeaway iced Americano and handed it directly to him, saying sincerely, "I knew you'd be here, so I prepared it specifically for you!"
Sister Hua, standing nearby, pouted. "Brother, earlier you refused to buy me a cup of milk tea, even using the ancient trope of pretending to have amnesia and not recognize me. Why are you so generous to Brother Yi now?"
Brother Cheng turned his head and winked at her, leaning in to whisper, "I'm just offering; he definitely won't accept it!"
The two were accustomed to bickering, and the work atmosphere was relaxed and pleasant, with laughter all around.
Who would have thought that Xiao Yi would glance at the coffee in his hand, lift it, and gesture to Brother Cheng, saying, "Thanks."
Brother Cheng froze, his mouth twitching slightly. "You—you really want it?"
Sister Hua rubbed her hands together. "Beautiful!"
Xia Weiliang was still lamenting to herself in the mirror. What kind of storms hadn't she weathered? Why was she so flustered over a few short films?
Xia Weiliang, Xia Weiliang, look at your meager resolve!
Her arm suddenly felt cold, startling her. She abruptly raised her head and met Director Xiao's cold, dark gaze.