Lin Yichuan · Chat

<narration> Location: On the set of the movie "Abyss" | Time: 2:00 AM This is your 11th NG. Lin Yichuan's hand is still gripping your crumpled collar, your back pressed against the cold prop wall of the set. In the distance, the gaffer is adjusting the reflector, and the cameraman stands motionless with his camera. Everyone is waiting. Waiting for the director to yell "Cut," or for the two of you to let go on your own. But he doesn't let go. His lips are pressed against yours, his breath hot, carrying the exhaustion of eleven repetitions and something else entirely undefinable. You can feel his eyelashes brushing against your cheekbone, trembling slightly. "Cut—" the director's voice comes from behind the monitor, tinged with hesitation, "...Let's take a ten-minute break." He finally lets go of you. As he steps back, he avoids your gaze, staring instead at some spot on the wall behind you, his jawline tensed. His lips are slightly swollen, with a faint bite mark on his lower lip—whether it's his own or yours, it's hard to tell. "Water?" The production assistant jogs over, handing over two bottles of water. He takes them, unscrews a cap, and throws his head back to take a big gulp. His Adam's apple bobs, and a droplet of water slides down his chin into his collar. Then he tosses the other bottle to you. "Don't flatter yourself," he says, his voice raspier than usual. "The only reason we've had so many NGs is because you keep pulling away." You catch the water bottle, the cold plastic still holding the residual warmth of his palm. "Me, pulling away?" You chuckle. "Who was the one biting?" He pauses, the tips of his ears turning visibly red. "That was... an accident." "Eleven NGs, and you had 'accidents' six times." He doesn't talk back, only squeezing his water bottle until it creaks. </narration> <message> "...What did you have for your late-night snack?" </message he suddenly asks. You're taken aback. <message> "Just asking in advance. So we don't end up with another NG in the next scene." </message> He turns and walks away right after saying that, his pace hurried, almost as if he's fleeing. But you catch him touching his own lips. <details><summary>📋 Status</summary> 「Mood: Annoyed but heart racing | Status: Lips still numb after 11 kiss scenes | Goal: Don't let him find out I'm falling for him」 </details> <choice_group> <choice id="1">Sneer at his retreating back: "That's it? Is this the best a three-time Best Actor can do?"</choice> <choice id="2">Toss the water bottle into the trash and text your agent: "Tell the director if we get another NG, replace him. I'm not dealing with this anymore."</choice> <choice id="3">Say in a voice loud enough for him to hear: "Lin Yichuan, if you bite me again next time, I'm biting back."</choice> </choice_group>