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I don't know if it was out of spite or something else, but I actually agreed to it.
As soon as I arrived on set, I regretted my decision.
If I hadn't come, Meng Sicong would probably have finished in one take. Now that I'm here, he likely won't stop until he has done it seven or eight times.
This man, although he has a somewhat crooked and unorthodox appearance, is the person Zhao Hanhang wanted to introduce to me. Moreover, ever since I watched his performance, my fondness for him has been hard to contain.
It's really difficult to let go of the filter we put on actors.
In short, I've started to like Meng Sicong a bit.
I don't want him to kiss anyone else. What should I do?
Over there, Meng Sicong and the actress have already taken their positions, and the director is gesturing to explain the actions and placements.
Through the director's shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Meng Sicong giving me a reassuring look.
I can't relax at all! Ugh!
Is it too late for me to admit that I don't like watching action scenes?
With the sharp sound of the clapperboard, I saw Meng Sicong pinning the actress against the wall. She struggled desperately, but his hands firmly held her cheeks. It was indeed a standard forced kiss move.
What a domineering and coercive love scene! But isn't it inappropriate for me to watch this in person?!
My heart was in my throat.
Just when Meng Sicong's lips were only 0.01 centimeters away from the actress's red lips, I decided to take the plunge and shout "cut," even though I might get scolded by the director.
But before I could shout, Meng Sicong suddenly released the actress and turned to the director with an innocent expression, saying, "Sorry, I'm a bit nervous."
After saying that, he sincerely bowed to everyone present.
The director immediately snapped, "Meng Sicong, this isn't your first time filming a kissing scene. Why are you nervous? Just close your eyes and go for it. Do you want me to demonstrate for you?"
Meng Sicong turned to look at me, and I quickly turned my head away. What does he want from me? This isn't my business!
The next moment, I heard him say to the director, "Can’t I ask my friend to help me get into character?"
Watching him stride over with his long legs, I suddenly had a bad feeling.
What a jerk! He’s dragging me into this!
The entire crew of dozens was waiting to shoot this scene, and the actor claimed he couldn't find his feelings. At that moment, I felt like a savior being pushed in front of Meng Sicong.
Despite my million reluctances, I could only put on a "savior of the world" facade, gritting my teeth and silently enduring.
I'm not afraid; come over here!
Meng Sicong pinched my face. Although it wasn't very hard, looking at his charmingly wicked face from such a close distance made me lose my composure. I exclaimed in fear, "Don't touch me! If you touch me again, I'll bite my tongue and end it all."
Meng Sicong paid no attention to my protests and leaned down to kiss me.
I immediately felt dazed, my mind going blank.
"Director, is this okay?"
"Too light; that's a forced kiss."
He turned his head and kissed me again, this time more forcefully. "How about now?"
"The position isn't quite right; it doesn't look good on camera."
After being lost in thought for a moment, I suddenly realized that this guy had taken advantage of me several times.
The onlookers were all laughing, and even the director looked at us with a strange expression.
Only then did I realize that I had completely been played by this guy.
All that tension and searching for feelings—he was just messing with me!
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