RPAGF Chapter 20 This is fucking awful!!
Chapter 20 This is fucking awful!!
She leaned lazily against the counter of the bubble tea shop, holding a cup of bubble tea in her hand, sipping it slowly, the straw moving in and out of her red lips—the scene was...
Shen Li felt her throat go dry and her heart race.
This isn't an actor; this is clearly a vixen reincarnated, bringing ruin to the country and its people!
"Shen Li! You're here!" Director Wang waved to him when he saw him. "Come here, let me introduce you."
Shen Li quickly walked over, trying her best to keep her gaze polite and not to look around.
But his peripheral vision still couldn't help but sweep over the woman's body curves, especially her peach-shaped buttocks that were taut by her skirt and her bottomless cleavage.
That's amazing, absolutely amazing.
"This is Hao Yan, the female lead in our short film," Director Wang introduced. "Hao Yan, this is Xiao Shen I told you about, a freshman in the acting department, quite talented."
Hao Yan?
Shen Li silently recited the name in her heart, feeling that the name, like her, exuded a captivating charm.
"Hello, Sister Hao Yan!" Shen Li immediately switched to her harmless, sunny, and cheerful expression. "I'm Shen Li, nice to meet you!"
Hao Yan tilted her head slightly, her peach blossom eyes, which seemed to hold spring water, looked him up and down, and a smile that was not quite a smile appeared on her lips.
"Young man, you're quite handsome." She spoke, her voice soft and slightly husky, as languid as a Persian cat basking in the sun. "Brother Wang has good taste."
As she spoke, she reached out and gently patted Shen Li's shoulder.
In that instant, as she raised her hand, the neckline of her halter dress dropped even further, revealing an even more magnificent sight.
Shen Li felt like she was about to explode, so she quickly took a half step back and scratched her head awkwardly, saying, "Sister Hao Yan, you flatter me. I'm just a newbie and I still have a lot to learn from you."
In her mind, however, she was screaming: "This woman, is she doing this on purpose? She's definitely doing it on purpose!"
Director Wang watched with a smile, seemingly quite satisfied with Shen Li's reaction.
"Alright, you two get to know each other. You'll have a scene together later. Shen Li, you'll play Hao Yan's younger brother. You'll come to the milk tea shop to find her and persuade her to go home."
"You only have a few lines, but the emotions need to be right. Remember, your sister is a real handful; you need to show a mix of helplessness, heartache, and anger. Understand?"
"I understand, I understand!"
Shen Li nodded repeatedly, but in her heart she was thinking: Me, play her younger brother? This older sister looks more like the younger sister than I do!
With that face, that figure, that charm, who would believe it?!
However, with 500 yuan, you could play the younger brother or even the son!
"All departments, prepare!" Director Wang shouted through a megaphone.
The milk tea shop has been cleared out, and lights and cameras have been set up.
Hao Yan sat by the window, legs crossed, holding a milk tea in her hand, gazing out the window with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Those smooth, long legs, covered in stockings (wait, it seems she wasn't wearing stockings? She was bare-legged?), were crossed together, dazzlingly white in the sunlight.
Shen Li stood at the store entrance, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open to go inside.
"Sister." He tried his best to make his voice sound helpless and heartbroken.
Hao Yan slowly turned her head, her peach blossom eyes looking at him with a hint of rebellion and dependence. Her lips parted slightly: "Why are you here?"
"Mom sent me to find you." Shen Li sat down opposite her. "Sis, let's go home. Stop making a scene."
"I'm not making a scene." Hao Yan turned her head away, her tone willful. "I don't want to go back to that home."
"sister……"
Just as Shen Li was about to continue reciting his lines, he suddenly felt something touch his calf under the table.
He looked down.
Shen Li was completely dumbfounded.
Under the tablecloth, Hao Yan's jade-like foot, clad in a crystal high heel, was rubbing up his calf little by little with just the right amount of pressure, like a cat scratching, both itchy and numb.
What's worse, the cool touch of the shoe toes, even through the thin jeans, felt like an electric shock, sending sparks and lightning bolts straight to the top of my head.
He almost jumped up from his chair!
Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!
What's going on here?!
This scene wasn't in the script!
He stared wide-eyed at Hao Yan across from him. This "older sister" still had a rebellious yet dependent expression on her face. Her peach blossom eyes were watery, containing three parts grievance and seven parts stubbornness. Her acting skills were so natural and superb.
But the foot under the table wasn't idle at all; it was rubbing even more enthusiastically.
Shen Li felt like his facial muscles were about to cramp. He had to maintain the persona of "the brother who cares for his sister" while resisting the "temptation of beautiful feet" coming from under the table. Was this acting or some kind of tribulation?
The movements—rubbing, hooking, touching, stroking—were as skillful as playing the piano, with just the right amount of force. Too much would hurt, too little would be itchy. She was simply an artist of flirting, a Michelangelo of teasing!
Shen Li felt completely unwell.
Is this filming a movie or a movie?! Director! Director, can't you see this?! This is totally illegal!
Director! Director Wang! You should really do something about this!
He glanced at Director Wang out of the corner of his eye.
He kept glancing frantically at Director Wang out of the corner of his eye. Director Wang was staring at the monitor, his brow slightly furrowed, deep in thought, muttering to himself, "Hmm... this reaction... interesting... continue..."
Keep going, you son of a bitch!!
Shen Li roared inwardly, "Just yell 'Cut!' If you don't yell 'Cut,' this serious short film is going to turn into an inappropriate 'action film'!"
Shen Li's heart was in turmoil, but she had to keep a straight face.
Five hundred dollars!
Five hundred dollars!
He was frantically brainwashing himself in his mind.
For 500 yuan, let alone having my leg rubbed against, even having my face stepped on... well, I'd have to think about it...
Shen Li took a deep breath, trying to distract herself from the agonizing sensation under the table, and continued reciting her lines.
"Sis, I know you're upset with Mom, but you can't treat yourself like this." Shen Li tried to make her expression look both distressed and helpless. "Let's go home and talk it out."
"Speak properly?" Hao Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile, her alluring eyes becoming even more seductive, their gaze seemingly capable of dripping with water. "What's the point of talking to her? Her heart only belongs to that man!"
As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, causing the neckline of her sundress to drop even further.
That magnificent scene was laid bare before Shen Li's eyes.
Two full, round, snow-white mounds, barely encased in black lace, created a breathtaking cleavage, rising and falling gently with each breath, as if they might burst forth at any moment.
Shen Li felt her pupils dilate.
Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper! Do not look at what is improper!
But his eyes were like they were glued to a magnet, he couldn't look away!
Even worse, the restless foot under the table had already reached his knee and was slowly moving upwards...
Shen Li felt all the blood rushing to two places... one was her face, and the other...
cough cough.
No way! ...This is absolutely unacceptable!!
If this causes any reaction... with so many people around, Shen Li will be utterly humiliated!
On a sudden impulse, he stood up abruptly, the movement so large that the chair slammed back half a meter with a "rip".
"Sister! You can't talk about Mom like that!" He spoke righteously, his voice rising eight octaves, perfectly embodying "righteous indignation." "No matter what, she's still our mother!"