Desire! This Romance Is Overflowing with Ambiguous Atmosphere! So Sweet! - Chapter 17

But Wen Shiwu no longer had a chance to escape.

The director smiled and said, “Please come this way, both of you. We’ll be shooting the couple photoshoot on the soft mat.”

The live stream audience was rubbing their hands in anticipation of something steamy.

Wen Shiwu stood there, unwilling to move.

In contrast, Yu Zheng was casual and relaxed, one hand tucked into his pocket as he subtly glanced over at Wen Shiwu.

“Ms. Wen,” he said in a nonchalant tone.

It was impossible to tell whether he was looking forward to the shoot or dreading it. He merely lifted his chin and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “Shall we go?”

Wen Shiwu tended to fidget nervously when she felt guilty.

At that moment, she was twisting the hem of her skirt with her fingers, taking small, unnoticed steps as if trying to slip away.

But the director ruthlessly pushed her back. “Ms. Wen, I might have to remind you, the shoot is time-limited. If we don’t finish within an hour, it’ll count as a failed mission.”

Wen Shiwu: !

The alarm bells in her head immediately went off.

Recalling Shi Ke’s mention of the forced intimacy penalty, Wen Shiwu couldn’t help but imagine a scenario where she and Yu Zheng were tied together with a rope, forced to spend the night on a high-altitude glass bridge.

A chill instantly shot down Wen Shiwu’s spine.

She shuddered in fear.

Immediately deciding to give up the struggle, she quickly shuffled back to stand beside Yu Zheng.

Yu Zheng was amused by her little antics.

Still the same as ever?

Even after growing up, she hadn’t changed.

Leaning in lazily, he chuckled softly, his voice so low only she could hear: “Nervous?”

How could she not be nervous!

Wen Shiwu’s clear, deer-like eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Like a thief with a guilty conscience, she glanced around furtively.

Only when she saw the lighting and camera crews busy with preparations, and no one paying attention to her, did she tug at Yu Zheng’s sleeve, rising on her tiptoes to lean closer. “Aren’t you nervous?”

Yu Zheng lowered his gaze to look at Wen Shiwu’s hand.

Her fingers were beautiful, slender, fair, and delicate, her wrist like a piece of jade. Her neatly trimmed nails, free of any polish, revealed a lovely shade of pink.

At that moment, she was pinching the edge of his clothes with her fingertips.

As if afraid others might overhear their whispers, she stood on her toes and leaned in, her face tilted upward. The sweet fragrance of her scent unexpectedly invaded Yu Zheng’s previously calm breathing.

His throat felt slightly itchy, and he didn’t speak.

Wen Shiwu whispered conspiratorially to Yu Zheng, “Mr. Yu, we’re here to clear up the rumors. That dung beetle arranging this kind of segment is clearly up to no good!”

“If we end up shooting something too… too intimate…”

Her ears turned red.

She paused for a long moment before continuing, “What if rumors start spreading again? Mainly, it could really affect your career. As a career fan, my heart would ache!”

So that was why she had been avoiding him.

She was worried about his career.

If he were afraid of her affecting his career, he wouldn’t have rushed through his award acceptance speech that night and hurried offstage to find her after seeing her get caught by the backstage staff.

But Yu Zheng didn’t say anything more.

He didn’t even remind Wen Shiwu that she was still wearing a microphone on her collar. No matter how softly she spoke, every word was clearly being picked up by the live stream.

He simply raised an eyebrow. “Then what should we do?”

Wen Shiwu looked at him seriously. “I think we should keep our distance on the show.”

Yu Zheng tilted his head lazily, his unruly bangs casually shading his eyes. “Wouldn’t that just make it more obvious that we’re trying to hide something?”

Wen Shiwu was stunned by his question.

She blinked. “Really?”

The live stream audience was practically dying of laughter at these two.

“Hahahaha I can’t even, this is a ‘whispered’ conversation the whole world can hear.”

“Did they forget they’re still wearing their mics? Whose ‘secret talk’ is broadcast to millions of people?”

“I don’t think so. Yu Zheng definitely noticed the mic on her collar, but he just won’t say anything hahaha!!!”

“Eww, Yu Zheng is being so mischievous.”

“But honestly, Wen Shiwu is literally me. When I’m fan-girling, I’m exactly in the same state, completely disregarding my own well-being but insisting my idol must thrive every single day!”

“I truly believe now that she’s just a fan of his looks and career. It’s so touching, she even said she wants to keep her distance from Yu Zheng! All that dating rumor stuff was just a big misunderstanding.”

“Yet somehow I find them so shippable!”

The audience continued to openly eavesdrop on their “secret” conversation.

Wen Shiwu remained completely unaware.

Even when Yu Zheng straightened up slowly to relieve his sore neck from bending over for too long, she pulled him back by his collar like a startled fawn.

“Shh!” Wen Shiwu even put a finger to her lips with exaggerated seriousness. “Don’t stand so far away, or the audience will hear us talking!”

Yu Zheng: “…”

He looked at her with a complicated expression.

Took a deep breath.

Held back, and still didn’t expose the truth.

The live stream audience laughed even louder, openly mocking their “stealthy” plotting.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ran in the observation room let out a cold laugh.

Luo Xuan: “Teacher Jiang, why are you laughing like that? Do you also think Wen Shiwu is being fake?”

Jiang Ran crossed his legs arrogantly: “Teacher Luo is overthinking it. I was just laughing at a certain wagging-tailed dog in the live stream.”

Having known Yu Zheng for so many years.

He’d never seen him be this patient before!

Luo Xuan frowned in displeasure.

She couldn’t understand why everyone failed to see through Wen Shiwu’s terrible acting and thought she had successfully cleared her name!

She’ll definitely slip up sooner or later!

But for now, no one wanted to pay attention to Luo Xuan.

The photographer came over, interrupting the shippable and hilarious scene: “Are both teachers ready? If you’re about done, we can start shooting.”

Wen Shiwu immediately released Yu Zheng’s collar.

She obediently folded her hands in front of her, tilting her head to look at the photographer: “Ready.”

Can’t overtime, can’t fail, can’t force physical contact!

Hmm, well-behaved.

Yu Zheng: “…”

He lazily adjusted his collar with a hand, responded with a low, slightly husky “Mm,” and walked toward the soft mat.

The photographer directed nearby: “Teacher Yu, just sit here. Then Teacher Wen, kneel over him and try to mimic the sample poses on your own first.”

Yu Zheng had always been praised as a natural in front of the camera.

Even though he was a singer, his incredibly captivating presence during magazine shoots was nearly flawless.

Wen Shiwu was equally skilled in acting.

Even if her true nature was that of a gentle, sunny person, she could instantly switch to playing a cold, glamorous assassin in the next second and perform perfectly.

The two of them meeting and collaborating on a shoot.

Theoretically, there was nothing to worry about.

But given the intimate nature of the poses, they still needed time to break through that psychological barrier.

So the photographer gave basic instructions without pushing them.

But their movements were far more agile than he had imagined. Yu Zheng sat down on the soft mat with an unrestrained ease, while Wen Shiwu pressed down her skirt and knelt, crawling toward him.

The live stream audience erupted in screams!