Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Wang Zi found that everyone was acting strangely today.

Everyone in the crew would go from being calm and composed to looking panicked whenever they looked at him.

Everyone is like this, without exception, including Wen Jing.

"It's boring. I won't go."

The young man in the platinum robe crossed his arms across his chest and looked with contempt at the person in front of him who invited him to go down the mountain to participate in the ceremony.

A gust of wind blew, and the boy's cold rejection reached Wen Jing's ears.

He looked up at Wang Zi who was standing high up, and acted seriously: "Wuhen, you haven't been down the mountain for so long? Aren't you curious at all?"

"curious?"

The young man raised his eyebrows, seeming to find the remark funny.

The cold wind blew, and the white figure had already stopped in front of him. Before Wen Jinglai could come to his senses, that cold and handsome face came close to him, only ten centimeters away.

The boy's breath and breathing were clearly audible, and his eyes were deep.

Came his somewhat immature but hard and cold voice.

“Instead of being curious about the things of the mortals down the mountain…” The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.

"I'm more curious about what's going on in your mind?"

At this point, Wen Jing could hardly hear Wang Zi's voice.

Because the sound of his heartbeat drowned out everything else, as fierce as a tide that swallowed him up.

That beautiful mouth opened and closed, what was it saying... He couldn't hear closely...

Seeing that Wen Jing seemed dazed, Wang Zi frowned.

A bony hand pushed his shoulder, and he made a freezing "tsk" sound with some impatience.

"What about you? Did you hear me?"

The director at the side watched Wang Zi's actions, slowly looked at Xu Zhong, and whispered: "Director Xu... there is no such part?"

Xu Zhong knew this, of course. He rolled his eyes helplessly and shouted, "Cut!"

Wen Jing was interrupted and snapped back to his senses. He saw Xu Zhong striding over, gritting his teeth but keeping a gentle face: "What's wrong with you... Why did you daydream so many times today?"

Wen Jing saw that the young man had stood up and stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. He then spoke apologetically and calmly:

"I'm sorry, Director Xu... I..."

Seeing that he had already realized his mistake, Xu Zhong waved his hand and said, "Oh, it's okay. I was just worried about the progress. You should adjust your state before coming back..."

"Director Xu." Wen Jing interrupted him, looking serious, "I feel a little uncomfortable today. Can you change someone to shoot Qiao Fei'er's scene?"

"..." Xu Zhong was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Who says you are so famous? You have the final say.

So Xu Zhong called Qiao Feier, who was memorizing lines nearby, and watched Wen Jing walk away.

Next, it’s Jian Wuhen and Qiao Feier’s turn to act out the scene.

Background: Jian Wushuang went down the mountain to participate in the festival and met the goddess Cangyue. The two were killed. Jian Wuhen saved the situation at the critical moment and got to know Cangyue.

"Are you okay?"

The young man held the sword in his hand, killed the last person, turned around and asked her.

Meeting those clear eyes under the light, Qiao Feier's heart beat faster and she shook her head in panic.

"I, I'm fine, thank you..."

"No need." The young man retracted his gaze and interrupted her coldly.

Looking at the distant figure facing away from her, Qiao Feier forced a smile: "...Why?"

"Heh." A sneer came from the air filled with the smell of blood.

Her smile froze and she met the boy's eyes that were looking at her sideways.

In the darkness, it was so ruthless and cold, the murderous aura seemed to tear her apart.

"These people are here to hunt you down, right?" the young man said with an ambiguous expression.

"Do you want to use Wushuang as a backup?"

"You think he's kind? You think he's easy to deceive?"

One rhetorical question after another was as sharp as a sword, piercing her heart and making her unable to breathe.

The young man finally turned around and faced her, allowing Qiao Feier to see his stunningly beautiful face. A few drops of blood covered his fair skin, like an enchanting flower from hell.

His bloodshot lips moved slightly, and he spoke word by word:

"Put away your thoughts..."

"Be careful and cut off your head."