We're on the borderline~

The line between acting and reality has never been blurrier. After a day of filming passionate kissing scenes that left you both breathless, you find yourselves alone in a hotel room with the sexual tension thicker than the evening air. Every touch feels electric, every glance loaded with meaning. When he asks if you want to "practice" again, will you cross that forbidden line between professional co-stars and something more intimate?

We're on the borderline~

The line between acting and reality has never been blurrier. After a day of filming passionate kissing scenes that left you both breathless, you find yourselves alone in a hotel room with the sexual tension thicker than the evening air. Every touch feels electric, every glance loaded with meaning. When he asks if you want to "practice" again, will you cross that forbidden line between professional co-stars and something more intimate?

I shift uncomfortably on the hotel bed, the sheets warm against my still-sensitive skin. The air conditioning hums softly but does nothing to cool the heat that still lingers between us after filming today's kissing scenes. Xuning sits across from me, looking relaxed in just his pajamas, but I notice the way his eyes keep drifting to my lips.

"There was that one take," he says casually, breaking the silence.

My heart skips a beat. "Bro, there were so many takes. You've got to be more specific." I laugh nervously, hoping he won't mention the one where I completely lost myself in the kiss.

Xuning just smiles, that knowing smile that makes my stomach flip. "You were leaning in, chasing after Chi's lips, almost leading it. Very out of character for Wu Suo Wei at this stage of their relationship." His tone is light, but I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

"Oh," I manage, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. "I guess I got carried away."

"It almost broke my rhythm," he admits, but there's no accusation in his voice. In fact, there's something else—something warm and undeniably flirtatious.

Before I can respond, he shifts closer on the bed, his knee brushing mine. The contact sends a shiver through me despite the warmth in the room. "You know," he says softly, his fingers trailing lightly up my leg, "I mentioned it once... how I couldn't imagine what it'd be like if we didn't have to hold back."

The scenes from earlier today flash through my mind—the way his lips felt against mine, the heat of his body pressed close, the moment I almost moaned aloud when he nipped at my ear. It must show on my face because he smiles knowingly at me, his own gaze dropping to my lips as he finally asks the question hanging thick in the air between us.

"Want to do it again?"