"Be good, Song Xiaodai..."
Making Ye Yansheng act as her "personal bodyguard" was not a wise decision.
Song Guanyu sat in the dressing room, looking at Ye Yansheng standing behind her through the reflection in the mirror, feeling a bit speechless.
From an outsider's perspective, his body was pressed against the back of her chair, creating the illusion that she was being held in his arms.
Overly intimate. That's how Lu Chunhe saw it. There was an oddly matching aura between them. She was startled by the thought. Then she glanced at the bubble tea in Song Guanyu's hand. When the delivery arrived earlier, she had seen Ye Yansheng raise his hand to signal the delivery person, who handed it to him.
He inserted the straw and gave it to Song Guanyu. She took it happily and started drinking, accompanied by Ye Yansheng's soft reminder, "Slow down, don't choke."
Would a bodyguard be this attentive? A gulp interrupted Lu Chunhe's train of thought. She snapped back to reality and saw that Song Guanyu had already finished the drink quickly. She chuckled inwardly, dismissing her earlier thoughts. That was completely impossible.
Song Guanyu's mind was only filled with songwriting and food. How could she possibly be thinking about love? Even if she were in a relationship, Lu Chunhe would be able to tell at a glance.
Ye Yansheng's striking figure and appearance attracted many people who came up to ask for his contact information. After witnessing countless people inquiring about who he was and whether they could have his number, Song Guanyu finally erupted. She turned around and asked Lu Chunhe for a black face mask.
Puffing with anger, she handed the face mask to Ye Yansheng and said in a muffled voice, "Dr. Ye—" She stopped abruptly, her round black eyes fixed on him. "Put on the face mask and stay away from me. You're too close."
Ye Yansheng maintained an expression that said "keep your distance." He took the face mask from her hand, looked down at it, and asked with confusion, "What is this for?"
"Put it on," she said.
Song Guanyu felt restless and uneasy all over. She regretted bringing him out today. He should have just stayed home waiting for her to finish work.
Ye Yansheng spoke again, his tone flat, responding to her latter remark: "You told me to be 'personal.'" As he said this, he moved even closer to her side.
She could almost feel his body heat.
Both Song Guanyu and Lu Chunhe were baffled by his words.
Lu Chunhe suddenly felt a pang of pity for him. She shook her head inwardly. So that's what he meant by 'personal'? It was clear that Song Guanyu was right—if he had studied when he was young, he wouldn't have misunderstood like this.
Song Guanyu bit down on the bubble tea straw, her eyes wide. Then she retorted irritably and compromised: "If you wear the face mask, you can stay close."
Ye Yansheng moved. He tore open the packaging and put on the face mask, instantly concealing his face that attracted so much attention.
Satisfied, Song Guanyu calmed down.
His sunglasses were large, covering most of his face. With the face mask in the same color, he looked even more restrained and alluring. The sharp outline of his jaw made the face mask look stylish. Still, he attracted many of the staff members who had gradually gathered on set.
Song Guanyu's face tightened into a frown. Seeing her like this, Ye Yansheng raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" He thought the bubble tea might have upset her stomach. She had insisted on an iced one, and he had no choice but to buy it.
And she had drunk it so quickly.
His doctor's instincts kicked in. He bent down with slight concern and instinctively raised his hand to touch her face. Song Guanyu slapped it away. Her hand hit the back of his hand with a loud smack, accompanied by her words: "I just have a sudden stomach ache."
The sound of skin slapping startled them both. Ye Yansheng froze for a second, then withdrew his hand. His gaze fell on the back of his hand, lost in thought. After a moment, he spoke through the face mask, his voice muffled and deep, giving away nothing.
He turned to Lu Chunhe and said, "Pour her a glass of warm water." Without looking at Song Guanyu, he walked straight out. Song Guanyu panicked at the sight of his retreating back. She wanted to get up and explain, but Lu Chunhe grabbed her wrist and pressed her back into the chair.
"Baby, what's wrong with you? The shoot is about to start, where are you going?" Even Lu Chunhe found her behavior strange today, especially her interaction with Ye Yansheng.
Song Guanyu sat in the chair, biting her lower lip with her lashes lowered. Her expression looked lonely and pitiful. Lu Chunhe felt sorry for her. Seeing Song Guanyu like this made her heartache.
She hoped Song Guanyu would always be happy and carefree. So she comforted her: "He's just a bodyguard, baby. He won't leave. Maybe he has some emotions of his own. Don't overthink it." She raised her hand and called the makeup artist to start working.
Song Guanyu closed her eyes and let the makeup artist work on her. She had no complaints about Ye Yansheng. She didn't know what was wrong with her earlier. She just didn't want others to keep peeking at Ye Yansheng. Their scrutinizing gazes made her uncomfortable.
He should... be seen only by her.
She suddenly opened her eyes, startling the makeup artist. Song Guanyu turned her head to glance at the exit, looking eagerly. Then she turned back and closed her eyes again.
She pouted.
Had he really left out of anger? This was a suburban area, hard to find a taxi...
Song Guanyu was deeply aggrieved. Her heart felt tormented, and she didn't know what to do.
The professionals worked quickly, and with Song Guanyu's good foundation, the makeup and styling were finished soon.
Today she was shooting a perfume commercial. She took a deep breath, put on a smile, and walked over to start shooting. She stopped thinking about Ye Yansheng and focused on her work.
Song Guanyu followed the photographer's instructions, her eyes and brows curved in a crescent. Her hair was tied into a bun, fluffy and lively. Her bangs were swept to one side. Her earlobes and neck were adorned with the top luxury jewelry the brand was about to launch next season.
—Pearl and White Jade.
The name was beautiful. It suited Song Guanyu perfectly.
The jewelry was already sold out online shortly after the announcement. The brand had given this set to Song Guanyu as a gift, showing how much they valued her as their darling.
The curly strands of hair around her ears were playful. She smiled sweetly, with her round almond eyes and thick lashes fluttering. She looked incredibly cute.
Like a little princess from a castle. The brand had signed her precisely because her appearance matched their theme of love—pure, sunny, and innocent, like a translucent pearl, white as jade.
She raised her hand and pressed the nozzle. The perfume sprayed into the air like mist, spreading a sweet fragrance. The top note was seductive, with a hint of alluring scent that gradually unfolded into a sweet, romantic aftertone—like having a pleasant evening stroll with a lover, romantic and warm.
But the photographer was not satisfied. He looked at Song Guanyu's expression in the camera. An amateur might not notice, but he did: her expression was empty, her body language not soft enough, and her face was filled with worries.
The photographer decided to pause the shoot. He walked over to Song Guanyu and talked to her.
Romain was French. He spoke broken Chinese, so Song Guanyu smiled and said in French, "We can communicate in French. Is there a problem?"
Romain thanked his lucky stars! He said apologetically, "Song, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but all the photos and videos just now will be discarded." He shook his head with a sigh. "You're completely not in the zone. And if I may, I'd like to ask a personal question. Is that okay?"
Song Guanyu nodded blankly. "What question?"
"Have you ever been in love?"