Expressing emotions without language is no easy task, but fortunately, this Demon Lord's attendant doesn't have many emotional scenes; most of the time, he just needs to focus on looking cool.
In Zhou Luoyang's words, this is a good character for showing off.
Shi Xingyun initially thought that the second male lead, the Demon Lord, would be more popular with the audience, but now it seems that the character Song Ling is also very appealing, while the male lead is somewhat stereotypical.
As Shi Xingyun thought about it, he suddenly understood Director Chen's intention. If the male lead role wasn't played by someone with a large fan base like himself, he might not have been able to overshadow these excellent supporting actors.
When it comes to making the best use of resources, Director Chen is truly capable.
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The group stayed in Kuriyama for more than a month before finally getting a snowfall.
This can be considered the first snow of the year.
Luo Wenchuan couldn't sleep for a long time. When he got up and saw a white expanse outside the French windows, he went back to bed to wake Song Ling up to go see the snow.
It's still early, and Song Ling, who stayed up all night filming yesterday, is still sleepy.
Luo Wenchuan nudged Song Ling, who stammered as if he wanted to say something.
Luo Wenchuan leaned down to listen, and saw Song Ling frown and groan painfully, "Ziyou, it hurts..."
Ziyou, I'm in pain.
These words exploded in Luo Wenchuan's mind in an instant, and the jealousy in his heart was like a boiling jar, his whole body exuding the smell of vinegar.
He really wanted to grab Song Ling and ask him what those words meant.
Why are you calling him so affectionately? Where does he hurt?
Luo Wenchuan was lost in thought when Director Chen sent a call request to Song Ling's terminal, which brought him back to his senses.
Almost instinctively, Luo Wenchuan reached out and answered Director Chen's call request.
"Xiao Song, pack your things and come downstairs. We're going to shoot snow scenes today, and we're heading west."
"Song Ling is still sleeping. Let's talk about it when he wakes up."
Luo Wenchuan's words startled Director Chen, who was checking the props with the speakers on.
The staff members ten meters away could all hear Luo Wenchuan's words.
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Luo Wenchuan was using Song Ling's terminal and said that Song Ling was still sleeping. A little thought would reveal the real reason behind this. It's perfectly understandable that Song Ling, this unexpected third male lead, would be acting alongside Shi Xingyun and Li Ke.
"Xiao Song and President Luo..."
"Shh, you mustn't say it."
Shi Xingyun listened to the whispers around him, his expression particularly awkward. He didn't understand what Luo Wenchuan meant, and he understood even less what Song Ling meant. Were these two already together, or did they hook up later?
He explicitly stated that he had feelings for Song Ling, so what is Luo Wenchuan doing?
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Song Ling slept for a long time, with a faint pheromone scent lingering around his nostrils. He felt as if he were imprisoned in a dream, unable to wake up.
When Song Ling opened her eyes, she found that her terminal was turned off.
"What time is it?" Song Ling asked.
Luo Wenchuan brought over the milk and said gently, "A little."
"a little?"
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Looking at the bright sky outside the window, Song Ling's heart skipped a beat.
It's snowing. The weather forecast said it would snow today. Director Chen told us last night to meet at 7 o'clock sharp, but he actually slept until the afternoon.
Song Ling opened the terminal, and more than a dozen missed call requests were displayed on the screen.
The device's battery level was around 80%, so it didn't automatically shut down. He had also missed two alarms before this.
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan and asked him, "Why did you turn it off?"
Luo Wenchuan looked innocent and said to Song Ling, "It's been ringing, and I was afraid of waking you up."
"I should wake up; it's my job." Song Ling sat up and carefully read the messages sent by the crew.
Luo Wenchuan lowered his eyes slightly: "It's okay, I'm an investor, they won't blame you."
"It has nothing to do with this."
Song Ling has always been a serious person, and he respects every job he does. He was able to get into this film crew and catch Director Chen's eye through his own hard work, and he didn't want to use any unnecessary privileges to make things difficult for Director Chen.
"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan walked over and put his arm around the person who was getting dressed in front of the mirror, and whispered in his ear, "Let's not go today, okay? It will snow tomorrow too. Let's film tomorrow."
"No." Song Ling pried Luo Wenchuan's hand away and said to him, "I told you this is my job."
“Ling-ge doesn’t need to work, I can support you.” Luo Wenchuan’s actions became increasingly brazen, and his hands reached into Song Ling’s shirt again.
Looking at Luo Wenchuan's anxious expression in the mirror, Song Ling suddenly felt a little tired.
"Wen Chuan, I've already said it. This is my job. Did you hear me?" Song Ling was a little anxious. He had already missed one morning, and he didn't want to miss the afternoon as well.
"I heard that, so what? Why don't you give me a job, Brother Ling? If you want to become famous, I can promote you. You don't have to be subservient to Director Chen." Luo Wenchuan said what he thought was good for Song Ling, but he never expected that these few words would almost anger a well-mannered person.
Perhaps it was because Luo Wenchuan was so adept at deceiving people by portraying himself as a victim that Song Ling almost forgot how she got into this circle.
"Do you think I want to be famous?" Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, her eyes filled with disappointment and struggle.
He has never been one to care about fame or fortune, so why would he covet fame or not?
Luo Wenchuan still doesn't understand him.
"I have to go..." Song Ling said as a final word.
"Brother Ling, please don't go." Luo Wenchuan pulled Song Ling's wrist.
He didn't know why, but he just didn't want Song Ling to leave. Every time, Song Ling would choose to prioritize the mission and other people; this time, he wanted Song Ling to choose him.
He was willing to give Song Ling anything as long as she chose him.
He didn't care who Song Ling had been with before. Just this once, he hoped Song Ling would willingly come to his side.
"Wen Chuan, it's time for you to grow up."
Three years passed like water before Luo Wenchuan, yet he remained as reckless as ever, showing no signs of growth.
He was like a child eager to get his favorite toy, wanting to possess it immediately without waiting even a second, and he didn't understand the meaning of "there's always tomorrow".
Luo Wenchuan's actions, which used "like" as a name, gradually turned Song Ling's initial heartache for him into exhaustion.
Luo Wenchuan is too possessive and willful. If he can't grow up, their relationship won't last.
"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan sensed that Song Ling was determined to leave, and hurriedly put his arm around Song Ling's waist from behind. "Brother Ling, can't you stay with me for just one day?"
The scent of pheromones wafted through the air, exactly the same as in Song Ling's dream.
“You released pheromones on me,” Song Ling said, turning around and looking at the person in front of her.
This statement sounds more like an interrogation than a question.
Luo Wenchuan had complete control over his pheromones, so it would be easy for him to use them to disrupt Luo Wenchuan's sleep. Luo Wenchuan's biological clock was always very accurate, and he rarely slept until the afternoon. It was only because Luo Wenchuan deliberately released interfering pheromones that Luo Wenchuan had made him sleep until now and struggled to get up.
Luo Wenchuan hadn't considered how much he would miss if he woke up now, or how much unnecessary trouble it would cause.
He has always been like this, and has never been like this before.
A note from the author:
I'm here, it's a bit late today.
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Chapter 59
? Chapter 59
Tell everyone, you are mine.
Song Ling felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling that lingered in his heart and he couldn't shake off.
He never yielded to anyone in his life, nor did he ever complain to anyone. Even when he was injured, he would only hold back his tears and never cried loudly.
He felt sorry for Luo Wenchuan, so much so that he repeatedly indulged and forgave him, but Luo Wenchuan never changed. He came and went as he pleased, and he would do whatever he wanted to Qinghe. He seemed young and naive, but in reality, he was very rational.
"Brother Ling, are you really leaving?" Luo Wenchuan was still unwilling to give up. He didn't understand why Song Ling was so indifferent to him after only three years apart.
He remembered that three years ago, Song Ling would buy him snacks on rainy days and hold him while he slept at night. How could Song Ling have become like this after three years?
Was it because of Wang Ziyou, Shi Xingyun, or someone else?
"Brother Ling..."
"Stop calling me, I'm just going to work." Song Ling's voice sounded weak. He picked up his coat, but Luo Wenchuan walked over and blocked the door.
Looking at the stubborn person in front of him, Song Ling asked coldly, "What do you want to do? Suppress me with your pheromones again?"
These words made Luo Wenchuan's gaze falter. How could he dare to do that, yet he really wanted to?
He wanted Song Ling to be a bird in his cage, only for his admiration, but he couldn't say these words out loud.
"I just..."
I've lost many things, but you are the only precious one I don't want to share with anyone else.