Category: I Only Like Your Made-up Persona

After several consecutive nights of filming, Xia Xiqing was severely sleep-deprived and in poor condition. Yesterday, while shooting a rain scene, he was drenched all night in artificial rain, and by the time he returned to the hotel that evening, he was completely spent. Today’s scenes were all scheduled for daytime. Xia Xiqing rose at…

　 “Ready? We’re switching to a side close-up, moving from Jiang Tong around to Gao Kun’s side.” Kun Cheng’s voice snapped Xia Xiqing out of his daze. He quickly composed his expression and walked to the spot where Jiang Tong had been sitting moments before. “Pay attention to the handheld camera’s shakiness—don’t overdo it, but…

　 After the second scene began, Kun Cheng gave Xia Xiqing ample creative freedom, employing and placing unconditional trust in a complete acting novice. This approach represented a significant risk in filmmaking, with the worst-case scenario being the ruin of the entire production. 　 Though Kun Cheng held the most authority on set, this didn’t…

　 With a sharp clang, the clapperboard fell. Zhou Ziheng, facing the two cameras, instantly snapped into focus—a side of him Xia Xiqing had never seen before. 　 He began pounding furiously on the steel security door, not uttering a word, just slamming into it with all his might. His molars clenched, eyes lowered, the…

Apart from the first two days upon arriving in Wuhan, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng spent most of the week leading up to filming honing the script in their hotel room. This film featured numerous plot conflicts and involved a large cast of characters, including several flashbacks spanning significant time periods. Additionally, Zhou Ziheng’s character…

The exhaustion that followed the receding waves of passion left Xia Xiqing utterly drained. He slumped lifelessly on the toilet seat, doing nothing, letting Zhou Ziheng take the showerhead and rinse him clean from head to toe. After washing him, Zhou Ziheng gave himself a quick rinse. Bubbles from the shower gel occasionally splashed onto…

After crossing the river and passing through the bustling city, the scenery grew increasingly remote. Zhou Ziheng nudged Xia Xiqing with his toe. “Are we almost there?” “No idea.” Xia Xiqing hadn’t paid much attention. Feeling brushed off, Zhou Ziheng pressed, “Aren’t you from Wuhan?” “Few locals have explored every corner of Wuhan.” Xia Xiqing…

It’s just too adorable. Xia Xiqing was like a leopard with fierce eyes, winning his prey’s affection with graceful poise as he lazily licked his sharp claws. Dangerous yet beautiful was his norm, but once he laid down his weapons and defenses, stretched lazily on the ground, and spread his soft, fluffy paw pads, he…

The noon flight meant Zhou Ziheng had planned to wake up early to pick up Xia Xiqing from his apartment and accompany him to the airport. But Jiang Yin saw right through his intentions and flatly refused to let him go. “Public opinion has only just calmed down. If you can avoid any appearance of…

　 Climbing over walls wasn’t new to Xia Xiqing. Back in middle and high school, he’d sneak out during evening study sessions every other day. It wasn’t to hang out with street kids—he just wanted a place to be alone. Sometimes he’d sit on the wall staring at the stars, reading nothing at all. But…

　 Summer was approaching. It was the season Xia Xicheng disliked most throughout the year—the sticky sweat, the incessant chirping of cicadas, and the sun that felt like it could bake you alive. Even finding a shady spot to escape the heat became a luxury. 　 His mind was constantly on Zhou Ziheng’s pool. Finally,…

Before Zhou Ziheng left, he still handed Xia Xiqing the key card to his apartment. Neither could articulate a proper reason for giving or receiving the key, yet Xia Xiqing inexplicably accepted it. For the first time, Xia Xiqing felt the apartment was so large—vastly empty, even though his own home was similarly spacious. Sitting…

The two were mad with passion, their reason consumed by the flames of desire until only instinct and craving remained. Zhou Ziheng had lost count of how many times they’d made love. Dawn was breaking when Xia Xiqing finally collapsed, utterly drained, and fell into a deep sleep. Zhou Ziheng held him tightly, terrified that…

Upon reaching the second floor, Xia Xiqing spotted a restroom around the corner. Perhaps due to the summer heat, he felt stiflingly warm and decided to splash some water on his face. But the moment he closed the door, something felt off. The nausea had largely subsided, yet now his entire body burned. Leaning against…

An hour ago, Zhou Ziheng was still chatting with Zhao Ke, who kept urging him to attend tonight’s art salon. “I heard there’ll be lots of painters at the dinner here,” Zhao Ke said over the phone, his voice tinged with excitement. “Maybe even some beautiful female artists.” The mention of painters made Zhou Ziheng’s…

　 Like or dislike? He didn’t wait for Zhou Ziheng’s answer. But Zhou Ziheng’s arms tightening around his waist, his increasingly heavy breathing, and the kisses brimming with aggression all gave Xia Xiqing the answer in the most direct way possible. 　 Xia Xiqing relished this sensation, savoring the visceral proof of Zhou Ziheng’s intense…

　 Xia Xiqing noticed that Zhou Ziheng’s dining room was spacious, yet the table seemed disproportionately small—barely seating six. A rectangular solid wood table was draped with a lake-blue tablecloth, set with the simplest white porcelain tableware. Centered on the table stood a deep brown vase resembling a wide-mouthed jar, holding a bouquet of white…

When Xia Xiqing stepped out of the elevator, he spotted five or six young women standing by the entrance. He immediately wondered if they were fans or something similar. Little did he expect that as soon as he approached the revolving door, the girls swarmed around him. “Got any extra masks?” Xia Xiqing nudged Xu…

Xia Xiqing had a vague sense that Zhou Ziheng knew something. How did he find out? Did Xu Qichen tell him? But they didn’t seem that close. His mind was in turmoil, thoughts tumbling out one after another. He didn’t want to dwell on these trivial details anymore. Zhou Ziheng’s embrace held a strange healing…

Zhou Ziheng never expected Xia Xiqing to come. Despite Xu Qichen’s repeated persuasion, Zhou Ziheng didn’t believe Xia Xiqing would actually come to “free” himself by reopening old wounds. After all, for him, indulging in the false happiness of the present and freely manipulating others’ affection was far easier than letting go of the past…