The young man's abdominal muscles were firm, feeling hard to the touch, with obvious signs of training even in areas like his obliques.
Putting everything else aside, the tactile sensation was simply dreamy.
Wen Wanning's thoughts drifted, recalling what Qi Jiujiu had said: "A top-tier high school boy, a diamond among diamonds."
The photographer gestured for the staff to come over and tidy up. Ling Ye lowered his chin slightly, leaned close to Wen Wanning's shoulder, and said something very softly.
The sound of the blower was loud, so she brushed back her wind-blown hair and pretended to respond casually, "What?"
Ling Ye turned his head, his tone hiding a trace of imperceptible teasing, "Does it feel good to touch?"
His extremely low voice brushed against her eardrum, as if he had easily seen through her thoughts, carrying a quiet sense of showing off.
"It's just okay."
Being called out by such a young man, Wen Wanning wasn't about to lose her composure. She pulled her hand back and looked back at him, unruffled, "I didn't sit steady just now. Do you think I wanted to touch you?"
"Hmm," Ling Ye's corner of the lips seemed to hook up very lightly. He obediently lowered his head, seeing the woman's hands resting somewhat tensely and lightly on both sides of the back seat.
They looked thin and slender, but were actually very soft.
The grab she gave him just now wasn't light; her rounded, beautiful nail tips had sunk into his skin, feeling cool and itchy.
"This bike is a bit old, and the kickstand isn't stable," he retracted his gaze and gave the rusty kickstand on the side of the motorcycle a light kick.
Wen Wanning didn't understand what he meant, "So?"
"So Teacher Wen doesn't need to have any psychological burden," Ling Ye's tone was flat, "You can grab me anywhere, I won't dodge."
"……No need."
Knowing full well that Ling Ye was facing away from her and couldn't see anything, Wen Wanning still looked away.
For a moment, she sighed with emotion, not knowing if it was because this young man had learned bad habits abroad over the past few years, starting to be able to say things like this.
Or if his naturally cold voice was just too much of a cheat; such flirtatious words, when spoken by him, could actually sound reasonable.
While she was distracted, Ling Ye reminded her, "We're starting to shoot."
"Okay." Wen Wanning took a deep breath and held onto the iron frame of the back seat.
The second take began.
This time, she intentionally tightened her core. Even when the photographer gave new instructions in the middle and the handlebars moved a few times, she didn't lose control and fall toward Ling Ye's back again.
The photographer praised her a few times and snapped a dozen photos in rapid succession.
When they wanted to zoom in for a close-up, they realized the blower was turned up a bit too high. In the camera lens, Wen Wanning's soft skirt fluttered against Ling Ye, swaying and brushing against his exposed thighs.
The clothing assistant bent over at the right moment and whispered, "Should I go and tidy up Teacher Wen's skirt?"
Teacher Zhong was leaning to one side, leisurely drinking coffee, and raised a hand to block her, "No need."
The dazzling island sun, the young man, and the woman.
The photographer was a woman in her thirties and a long-time partner of Teacher Zhong; she understood exactly what she was thinking at this moment.
"Is this the feeling you wanted?" The photographer turned back and exchanged a look with Teacher Zhong, "What is this, Malèna?"
"It was, but not anymore," Teacher Zhong sighed, though there was an irrepressible excitement on her face, "Our protagonist is not Renato."
Malèna, the old movie she watched when she was studying, is still her favorite today.
Her favorable impression of Wen Wanning came partly from the strong recommendation of an old friend, and partly because in one of Wen Wanning's stage plays from a few years ago, she added a scene paying tribute to Malèna. It was only a few minutes long, but it was unforgettable.
In the film, Malèna is full of charm; just by walking through the crowd with her head down, she makes all the men in the small town yearn for her. Thirteen-year-old Renato rides his bicycle, like a shadow forever behind her, silently following Malèna's voice and scent.
The trope of paying tribute to classics is commonly used in actor variety shows these past few years.
But everyone knows that overly classic films are actually minefields; if you act well, it's a shortcut to fame, but if you act poorly, it's just asking for humiliation.
Yet, the Wen Wanning on stage at that time just leaned against a street lamp and lit a cigarette. Before she even said her first line, a slightly trembling fingertip emerged from her thick, dark, long curly hair, which was enough to deserve the description of being perfect in both form and spirit.
"Thirteen-year-old Renato could only watch as Malèna was drowned by the malice of the whole world, sinking bit by bit, unable to do anything."
"But if it were these two," Teacher Zhong had an inexplicable intuition, "even if he only had a bicycle, he would try his best to take her away into the sunlight."
If she had a moment of hesitation when she heard Ling Ye say "my sister" half an hour ago.
Then at this very second, she was absolutely certain—
This season of Spontaneous Travel will be a hit; she has struck gold.
Three days later, the program group officially announced the lineup.
Wen Wanning hadn't slept well for several days. Once the effect of the melatonin wore off, she reached for her phone with a pounding heart.
The fifth season of the program continued to use the previous format: pre-heating and guessing.
They released silhouette photos of the guests in advance, and after half a day, they revealed the full photos, drawing a 5555 red envelope from the netizens who guessed correctly on the original post.
Five guests had already been announced in the past few days, firmly occupying the top of the Trending search list.
Needless to say, the two popular traffic flowers were huge, and the post about Xu Jiashu alone reached the fifth spot on the Trending search list, with reposts and comments flying everywhere, a lively scene of people beating drums and shouting, "Move aside, your number one ancient idol actor is here."
Wen Wanning was the second to last to be revealed. Once the silhouette photo was released last night, the direction of the guesses in the comment section went off track to an outrageous degree, forcing marketing accounts to take money to leak spoilers.
@Yuwan Cumen: Strictly selected by a great director, a treasure film empress.
Unlike the repost and comment sections of the previous traffic guests, there were mostly passersby joining in the fun under her post.
【If they dare to say that, it probably isn't some cheap award. Among those who have won the Three Gold Awards in recent years, it must be those old faces from Hong Kong.】
【Jiang Yun is already there to hold the fort. Are they inviting another Elder Sister from Hong Kong to compete for status and pull hair? Wow, are they really going for something this exciting?】
【Pass it on, the ratings of the Blue Platform have finally driven you Orange crazy.】
【There are also younger film empresses. Wen Wanning, who was promoted by Director Mai in the past two years, counts as one. If I remember correctly, she swept the awards that year, right?】
【Swept as in a jinx? I laughed at the mention of National Little Mom. If they invite this kind of black-red celebrity, I'll uninstall Orange TV on the spot.】
【Strict selection is not random selection, treasure is not a flop, hope everyone knows.】
It was an expected result. Wen Wanning sat upright and scrolled for a moment. She only held her breath when she first saw her own name, but after seeing all the negativity, her mood actually calmed down.
At ten o'clock sharp, she used her main account to repost and claim her spot.
@Actor Wen Wanning: Very happy to join the Spontaneous Travel sister group. Looking forward to embarking on the journey with everyone. Please take care of me~
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