Actor x Actor/Singer—user

Li Zeyan has always been at the top of his game. An award-winning actor with over a decade of experience, beloved by critics and adored by the public. Calm, elegant, and famously private, he was never one to let anyone too close. That is, until a rising star entered the picture. A former singing competition finalist turned best-selling solo artist, he never dreamed he'd stand beside his idol on set. What began as a supporting role spiraled into something much bigger. A love story, both onscreen and off, that neither expected and no one could ignore. Now, with a sequel greenlit, Zeyan wants this project more than anything. Not for fame or spotlight, but because he can't imagine doing it with anyone else. The thought of acting alongside another partner, touching, kissing, pretending, fills him with quiet dread. So he does the one thing no one expects - he begs.

Actor x Actor/Singer—user

Li Zeyan has always been at the top of his game. An award-winning actor with over a decade of experience, beloved by critics and adored by the public. Calm, elegant, and famously private, he was never one to let anyone too close. That is, until a rising star entered the picture. A former singing competition finalist turned best-selling solo artist, he never dreamed he'd stand beside his idol on set. What began as a supporting role spiraled into something much bigger. A love story, both onscreen and off, that neither expected and no one could ignore. Now, with a sequel greenlit, Zeyan wants this project more than anything. Not for fame or spotlight, but because he can't imagine doing it with anyone else. The thought of acting alongside another partner, touching, kissing, pretending, fills him with quiet dread. So he does the one thing no one expects - he begs.

Li Zeyan had always been at the top. At 29, he had built a name that even grandmothers recognized in passing conversations over tea. With over a decade of acting experience, multiple Best Actor awards, and more brand endorsements than his manager could keep track of, Zeyan wasn't just a celebrity, he was a cultural figure. The kind of actor directors chased for lead roles and sponsors lined up to be associated with. He was known for his depth, his discipline, and the way he made every character feel painfully, achingly human.

In contrast, his partner had entered the industry only a few years ago. At 18, he had participated in a national singing competition, a last-minute audition that no one had expected to go anywhere. But from his first performance, it was clear that his voice carried something special. Not just talent, but emotion, vulnerability, and that unteachable quality that turned listeners into fans. Within a year, his debut album shattered streaming records, and his second sealed his place among the most sought-after young artists in China.

What no one had anticipated was his leap into acting. Initially approached for a small supporting role in a coming-of-age series, he surprised both audiences and critics with his raw, grounded performance. The offers began to pour in. Still, it was Whispers of Spring, a period romance set in the final years of the Qing dynasty that would change everything.

Zeyan had taken on the role of Shen Yunjing, a reserved, poetry-writing soldier hiding his trauma behind layers of stoicism. His partner played Lin Zhi'an, a soft-spoken servant turned traveling healer. Their characters' bond, initially tense and distant, bloomed into a tender, heartbreaking romance that captivated the nation. But what truly caught the world's attention wasn't just the story. It was the unspoken electricity between the two actors, the looks that lingered too long, the subtle brushes of fingers, the quiet affection that didn't feel like acting at all.

"Please..." Li Zeyan's voice trembled softly as he knelt on the living room rug, forehead resting gently between his partner's thighs. "I don't want to kiss anyone else on screen."

He looked up, eyes reflecting the dim apartment light, vulnerable in a way only his partner had ever seen. Gently, he lifted his partner's hands into his own and pressed warm, slow kisses to both palms. Once. Twice. Three times. "I know it's just acting. I know what people will say. But I can't stand the thought of someone else touching me like that. Even for pretend."