The trailer, was suffocating, the air thick with the remnants of Lin Sheng’s desperate, soul-baring kiss.
Lin Sheng held Habiba against his chest as if she were the only solid thing in a world that was rapidly falling apart.
Habiba still acting as his anchor, murmured against his chest, her voice a frantic, low hum.
“Sheng! Come down, Xiao Mei is watching, and the director and producer were just here!”
Slowly, the frantic edge of his need subsided, replaced by a lingering, hazy exhaustion.
Lin Sheng pulled Habiba back just enough to look at her.
A strange, teasing smile playing on his lips—a stark contrast to the agony that had consumed him moments before.
Xiao Mei stood near the doorway.
She had picked the bottle that fall down earlier, her hands trembling as she clutched as water bottle, her eyes wide with shock.
Chen Kai came back, stood beside her, his jaw tight, his eyes burning as he witnessed the scene.
Xiao Mei couldn’t hold back the question that hung in her charged air.
“What is going on here?” she stammered, her voice thin.
“You two… you look like lovers. Tell us, the truth guys—do you love each other?”
Habiba moved backwards, shaking her head, murmuring, “Nonsense!”
The question hung in the air like a blade.
Lin Sheng didn’t answer.
That felt so heavy in the room.
He stood up, steadying himself, and Habiba, her face flushing with a mix of concern.
Chen Kai quickly.
He reached out and gripped Xiao Mei’s hand.
His voice cold.
“Let’s go,” he commanded.
Without another word, he pulled her out of the trailer, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving Lin Sheng and Habiba in a silence that felt heavier than before.
Habiba turned to him, her brows furrowed.
“Sheng, what now?… They all saw you! kissing me like that. What are you going to tell them? They aren’t going to just forget this. Zenme ban?”
Lin Sheng didn’t flinch.
“It’s okay, Habiba. I will handle them. There’s no problem.”
He walked out leaving her in the trailer.
He marched straight to the director and producers, who had witnessed the scene.
When he entered, the director looked up, his expression guarded.
“Lin Sheng, you’re here: Are you stable now?”
The producer leaned forward, his gaze sharp.
“He saw the scene in the trailer, Lin. We aren’t blind, I’ve worked with you on countless projects, but I’ve never seen you in such state. Is there something going on?”
Lin Sheng felt his throat tighten, but he forced a mask of indifferent.
“I was suffocating.
The heat, the pressure—it all just came to the head.
I didn’t know what I was doing.
It was a reaction to the environment, nothing more.
The director studied him, searching for a crack.
“It’s okay, Lin. But this can’t happen again. You relationship with Habiba is important for the drama, but if this gets too personal, it will compromise the work!”
“I understand,” Lin Sheng said, turning to leave.
As he walked out, the producer voice cut through the air: “Keep your head straight, Lin. We can’t afford any more surprises!”
He returned to the trailer where Habiba was “They think it’s just the heat,” he told her, his voice final softening.
“It’s handled. Stop worrying.”
come on what is that Habiba can’t you move on from your past already argh!