Chapter 211 (1/2)

Deep in the Act

Translator: Kotoni

Editor: Isalee

First Published on Chaleuria

Chapter 211

The photoshoot ended after three in the afternoon On their way back, Zhou Zheng received a call in the car Aftersome acquiescent noises on the phone, he instructed the driver, ”Head straight to the KTV lounge, the one ent to previously” Then, he turned around and explained, ”The director's throwing a welco was quite the party ani fun, and he loved the feeling of alcohol rushi+ng to his head ”Took hih!” he exclaier!”

Chen Hsin sat coldly in theZhun's hair showing up as a black spot in the corner of the back row He knew nothing about Zhang Zhun's second shoot with Wu Rong; si about their shoot either He was the first to get out of the vehicle when they reached their destination, but he hung back on purpose and waited As Zhou Zheng eed fro a bedrooarette for the otherreplied in the affir a little sour, Chen Hsin asked, ”When is he leaving?”

”Probably this weekend,” Zhou Zheng answered, knoho to ”He doesn't have arettes, crushed the sticks underfoot, and entered the lounge together When they opened the door to the roo on the tabletop Theslung an ararette in his hand He leaned in close,Zhun for a joint nuy' with arette as well ”Your taste inback and forth, the rest of the crew arrived Chen Cheng-Sen headed straight for Wu Rong as soon as he stepped through the door, insisting on exchanging first drinks with hi immediately knocked back three drinks without fuss Then, pointing at the jukebox y', by Second-Hand Rose!”1

Wu Rong loved rock music, Northwestern and Northeastern styles alike When the s:

Together , looking at the scenery, looking at the scenery

Rowing till the boat leaks, the water rusts

Together we ride the wind, looking at the scenery, looking at the scenery

Riding till the wind is randy, the ing, Chen Hsin turned around to look at the subtitles on-screen:2

Third watch, together we enter your bedroo the flower bag, releasing the scent of chrysanthemum

A fresh flower is picked by this lad, hiya, oh hiya

You're asking me if it's nice

Still confused, he turned to Xiao-wang, as sitting next to hi was a little e a hand around Chen Hsin's ear, he whispered, ”It's about that sort of thing!”

Chen Hsin understood iht behind hi Wu Rong was in the middle of the chorus when the music died, ”You ask me to come, who the hell wouldn't want to come, yeah? Only a bastard wouldn't - who the hell cut the , Wu Rong picked a second song This time, it was a ranates are bloo