The Cold and Distant Actress is Too Obsessive - Chapter 22

This episode of the variety show had wrapped up filming, and the first episode had already begun airing. Just as Bo Zhoucheng had anticipated, the two of them were the most popular and eye-catching pair on the show.

This was only natural, given her status in the industry.

[They really are such a perfect match. It seems the rumors online are true!]

[I have a feeling Bo Zhoucheng intentionally fell just so she could stay in the small tent, haha.]

[I think so too. That look in her eyes was so calculated.]

However, compared to the buzz online, Xu Youyan had to start packing and preparing to join the film crew.

She needed to transition her career, so her agency happily agreed to this movie role.

Their first scene together involved a fight sequence, which meant Xu Youyan had to undergo training with a martial arts instructor.

After practicing outdoors for most of the day, she finally became somewhat proficient.

Bo Zhoucheng, meanwhile, was nearby reading the script. Eventually, Xu Youyan practiced enough to execute a full set of moves smoothly.

They then proceeded to their first rehearsal. Xu Youyan was dressed in white robes, with a fox fur collar wrapped around her neck, as pure and untainted as a snow lotus.

Her sword tip shot directly toward Bo Zhoucheng, who stood in the middle of the street. Gripping the sword as her instructor had taught her, Xu Youyan moved with lightning speed.

Bo Zhoucheng slowed her movements, each action perfectly matching the other’s pace.

With the tip of her sword, Bo Zhoucheng gently lifted a strand of Xu Youyan’s hair, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes.

“So it’s you.”

“Ah Xue.”

Xu Youyan took a few quick steps forward, her shoes crunching on the artificial snow, the tips dusted with powder.

“It’s me.”

“Lian Que, I’ve been searching for you all these years, wondering how you’ve been.”

Her slender waist was tightly embraced as Bo Zhoucheng set down her sword, savoring the warmth of the other’s embrace.

Following the script, she cupped Xu Youyan’s face, suppressing the bitter ache of longing.

Not a word was spoken.

Such considerate cooperation left the nearby cameraman utterly stunned.

Even the director was momentarily speechless, taking a while to regain his composure before focusing back on the two through the lens.

They continued until the scene was completed.

“I never expected Zhoucheng to be so patient with her wife,” the director remarked.

The director, who was fairly well-known, had been invited by Bo Zhoucheng to helm this project. He had directed her before and knew that she never accommodated her co-stars during filming.

If they could keep up, fine; if not, she wouldn’t bother adjusting for them.

But with Xu Youyan, Bo Zhoucheng was different.

This favoritism was unmistakable.

The morning’s filming wrapped up quickly. The movie aimed for perfection, so the shots were meticulously crafted, taking their time.

When it was time for lunch, Xu Youyan glanced at the crew’s boxed meals and noticed the food was quite decent there was even a fried chicken leg inside.

“Don’t look. Your meal is here.”

Bo Zhoucheng took her hand and led her to the break room, where two elegant, high-end lunchboxes were laid out.

To maintain her figure, Xu Youyan’s meals were carefully planned by a nutritionist.

The contents were light and simple. As Xu Youyan slowly chewed on the greens, she couldn’t help thinking that even the extras’ boxed meals looked more appealing.

Still, after a morning of intense action scenes, she was genuinely tired and her stomach was growling with hunger. She ate a bit hastily.

Surprisingly, she finished the entire meal, though the portion was quite small.

“Yanyan, don’t eat so quickly.”

Bo Zhoucheng gently wiped a grain of rice from the corner of Xu Youyan’s mouth with a tissue, her voice soft and unhurried.

Xu Youyan blinked her eyes.

“I thought you would eat it.”

Bo Zhoucheng was taken aback; she had never considered that, instinctively thinking Yan Yan would find it disgusting.

“Do you really want me to?”

Although our esteemed actress Bo has a cleanliness obsession, it’s just a grain of rice at the corner of her mouth.

She could still accept it, but if it were anyone else daring to make such a request, even as a joke, they would be asking for trouble.

Watching the other person draw closer, Xu Youyan felt an inexplicable fear and shrank back into her chair, shaking her head.

“No.”

Seeing her like this, Bo Zhoucheng couldn’t help but laugh.

Xu Youyan’s fear was quite obvious her body would tremble slightly.

“I’m not going to eat you, so why are you shaking?”

Ever since she fell off the sofa last time, Xu Youyan hadn’t allowed Bo Zhoucheng to get close again.

Reflecting on that day, Bo Zhoucheng realized she had been too rash and hadn’t made any further moves on Xu Youyan, feeling that maintaining this kind of relationship was actually quite nice.

At least Yan Yan wouldn’t think about running away from her again.

Bo Zhoucheng reached out her finger and wiped away the small smear of oil from the other’s lips, then tossed the tissue into the trash bin with satisfaction.

“Let’s rest. There’s a bed I arranged in the lounge.”

“No one else can come in.”

Bo Zhoucheng had been preparing for this film for a long time, and half of the entire film studio had been reserved.

The back of the studio had bamboo and pine forests, and there was a town not far away, meeting most of the film’s scene requirements. Only a small portion of desert and Gobi scenes needed to be shot on location, so there weren’t many complications.

Inside the lounge, there was a small partitioned area with a large bed. The mattress was brand new, and the quilt was made of high-quality silk. The room was also equipped with air conditioning. Bo Zhoucheng pulled back the covers.

“Do you want to change into pajamas?”

Actually, it wasn’t necessary to go through so much trouble for a nap, but she always had endless patience when it came to Xu Youyan.

Xu Youyan nodded. The room wasn’t particularly large. She picked up her pajamas and was about to change when Bo Zhoucheng turned around.

She also began to take off her T-shirt. Bo Zhoucheng’s waistline was beautiful, tapering gradually downward, with faintly visible muscles.

Her pale, cool skin was almost dazzling.

Before Xu Youyan could get a good look, Bo Zhoucheng had already put on her black pajamas and was carefully buttoning them up.

When she turned around, Xu Youyan hadn’t finished changing yet.

“Daydreaming?”

Completely unaware that she had just been secretly watched by someone, Bo Zhoucheng reached out and fastened the last unbuttoned button on Xu Youyan’s pajamas.

Outside, there was some noise and commotion the film crew was setting up the scene. Since it was a martial arts film, the tables and chairs had to be sawed apart and glued back together.

That way, they would shatter upon the slightest touch.

Xu Youyan was indeed quite tired. As soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell asleep, leaving Bo Zhoucheng staring at her profile.

Bo Zhoucheng slowly leaned closer, like a nimble snake, her fingers resting on the other’s shoulder. Originally, she had intended to tease her a little.

But she restrained herself in the end, her arm merely wrapping around Xu Youyan’s waist.

She buried her face in the other’s back.

This was fine too.

As long as Yan Yan stayed by her side.

When Xu Youyan woke up, she felt as if she were suffocating. The tip of her nose brushed against something soft, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Bo Zhoucheng’s smooth chin again.

Then wasn’t she,

Xu Youyan stepped back, catching a faint whiff of milky fragrance lingering in her nostrils.

“Awake now?”

Bo Zhoukang groggily opened her eyes and reached for the phone beside her, realizing it was already past one in the afternoon. They would likely have to resume filming soon.