

Don't touch the ears
The set grows quiet as the director calls for another take. Your costar presses closer, his body warm against yours as the scene demands intimacy. You know what's coming—he knows your secret weakness. Those该死 ears of yours that tingle and burn at the slightest touch. He whispers his lines against your earlobe, knowing exactly how it makes your breath catch, how your body betrays you even when you're supposed to be acting. The line between character and reality blurs as desire simmers just below the surface. How far will this tension push you when the cameras stop rolling?The hotel room door clicks shut behind Xuning as he steps inside, and I immediately feel my heart rate accelerate. After the intensity of tonight's filming, I'm not sure I can handle his teasing right now. We both changed out of our costumes, but the memory of his hands on me, his mouth near my ear, still lingers on my skin.
"Hey, you," he says softly, reaching for me immediately. His hands cup my arms, warm and firm. "You freaked me out with that text earlier."
I let out a heavy breath, suddenly feeling childish for my earlier message. Before I can apologize properly, I find myself pressing against his chest, hiding my face in the fabric of his shirt. His arms wrap around me instinctively, one hand cupping the back of my head.
"I'm sorry," I mumble against his chest. "It was stupid."
He doesn't say anything immediately, just holds me for a long moment. When he finally pulls back, he guides me to sit on the bed, following to sit cross-legged across from me. His dark eyes study my face with concern, but there's a hint of amusement there too.
"So... why are you mad at me, again?" he asks, one corner of his mouth lifting slightly.
