The Days Dominated by the Wife-staring Demon + Spoiler

So the next scene begins.

An Jing looked at the script and couldn't help frowning.

'Call my name, Your Royal Highness. '

The dancer was frightened by the strange expression and tone of the woman in front of her, and her eyes were a little frightened.

The prisoner lifted the dancer's chin, pulled her towards him, and gently tugged at the belt around her waist, causing the coat to fall off.

She tore off the dancer's skirt, bit her shoulder hard, saw the blood deeply, and repeated in her mouth: "Why, why..."

An Jing opened her mouth, "This scene is not much better than the kiss scene..."

"What's not going to get any better?" Ge Zijie's calm voice rang in her ears as she felt the warm touch on her side, and a few drops of water from her slightly damp water hit An Jing's shoulders. The tip of her nose smelled fresh and pleasant after a woman's bath the taste of.

"No—" An Jing subconsciously closed the script, and she planned to chat with the director in private.

When I signed the contract, it was clearly agreed, except for the two dances, there was only a simple conversation, so why did I stick to it?

"Let me take a look." Ge Zijie seemed not to have heard what An Jing said, and stretched out his hand to grab the script. According to the folds, it was easy to overturn the page that An Jing was reading just now. Her eyes were fixed on those few lines, and her expression could not be seen. Good or bad, "This is what you're going to practice tonight?"

"Ah?" An Jing couldn't figure out what Ge Zijie's reaction meant, so she nodded first, "This is a new play, I want to get familiar with it quickly."

"Then let's practice." Ge Zijie held the script, leaned on the bed, and put on a posture of appreciating it calmly, "I'll practice with you."

An Jing hesitated. It was true that Ge Zijie had often supervised her during dance practice, but it was a completely different feeling to be watched practicing acting. There was always an inexplicable sense of shame.

"Aren't you going to start?" Ge Zijie raised his eyebrows, because her posture seemed lazy, but An Jing could still see the urging in it.

"..." An Jing lowered her shoulders, "Then just check your lines with me."

She memorized it a few times just now, and she should be able to follow it now.

"Well, I'll cooperate with you." Saying this, Ge Zijie put down the script, as if he had read it just now and had fully remembered the content.

As described in the script, Ge Zijie stretched out his hand towards An Jing, gently pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, and said the line accurately: "Call my name, Your Highness the Princess."

Her Royal Highness An Jing heard Mo Yan say this sentence countless times on the set, but it was embellished by Ge Zijie's voice, but it immediately seemed strange.

This same strange feeling made her heart beat faster, as if she didn't even know how to choose where to place her fingers.

Speaking the next line with trembling lips, An Jing only hoped to get over this scene quickly.

Ge Zijie's memory is really good, and he memorized the lines firmly after just one glance. At this moment, she stared into An Jing's eyes, and calmly continued: "Do you know why I kept you?"

According to the description in the script, the dancer had to show a slight fear and tremble at this time.

But the way Ge Zijie recited this line was not at all like the captive's coercion of the dancing girl described in the script, but more like the whisper of a lover's confession, which couldn't make An Jing feel any fear at all.

This person didn't want to practice with him at all, but he probably messed up this matter.

An Jing stared at Ge Zijie's pale lips, her throat was a little tight, she reluctantly followed the script and shook her head.

Ge Zijie didn't rush to read the next line, but raised his hand to smooth Shun Anjing's hair, his eyes lingered on her face ambiguously, rubbing her already hot earlobe red.

"Hot?" She asked softly, her ethereal voice grabbing An Jing's attention.

An Jing shook her head blankly.

"Then I will continue." Ge Zijie said, standing up, stroking An Jing's neck with his fingers, and walking on the slightly hot smooth skin, causing a shiver.

An Jing frowned, her eyes were a little confused.

The neckline of her pajamas T-shirt was very wide, and Ge Zijie lightly picked it up, revealing half of her snow-white and thin shoulders.

"Wait--"

After Ge Zijie got closer and closer, An Jing suddenly noticed something. If Ge Zijie continued to play the script, wouldn't it be...

But by the time she spoke to stop it, it was too late.

Chapter 63

Perhaps it was seeing An Jing and Mo Yan on the set during the day, which made Ge Zijie feel a little angry, and she was quite heavy-handed.

An Jing tightened her fingers on Ge Zijie's shoulder with all her strength, and tried her best not to cry out.

Fortunately, the pain didn't last long. After Ge Zijie loosened his teeth, he used the tip of his tongue to soothe the skin where she had bitten, but this kind of touch made An Jing even more unbearable.

Pushing Ge Zijie away, An Jing pulled back her clothes uncomfortably, "Didn't I just say that I just need to agree with the lines."

"Do you like acting?" Ge Zijie didn't seem to hear this, he pressed An Jing's shoulders and pressed her onto the bed, looking at her with light eyes.

Under the atmosphere of the scene and the weird posture, Ge Zijie asked such a question seriously, and An Jing almost couldn't keep up with her brain circuit.

Ge Zijie's knee on the bed slid upwards, rubbing against An Jing's waist, making her shrink back itchy, and then Ge Zijie asked, "This movie will be filmed for a second time. The director wants you to continue acting."