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[Discussion] Anyone following Twelve Ye’s Lies movie release event?
0L: Official live stream link [Click Here], starts at 2 PM.
1L: Aaaaaahhh, who’s playing my Pei Pei?
2L: Waiting for it to start~
3L: Let’s discuss calmly. Can Pei Meng’s character be redeemed once the movie is out?
4L: Pei Lin is staying silent~
5L: Reply to 1L: Rumor has it that it’s Gu Jianran.
6L: Reply to 5L: Whoa?! I’m betting on this Pei Pei!
7L: Reply to 4L: Maybe check out some fanfics to sober up.
8L: Who’s playing Lin Songyue? Hopefully, they have some chemistry with Gu Jianran. After all, Pei Pei’s flashbacks of Lin Songyue were super gay.
9L: Reply to 8L: Only Blue Sea Wen Yan can pull that off.
10L: Reply to 9L: Hahaha, if that’s the case, Meng Qing has nothing to do. Wen Yan will steal the spotlight by adding tons of scenes for himself.
11L: Dear heavens, please let the screenwriter do a good job. Also, who’s the director?
12L: Isn’t the screenwriter Ye Da himself? He’s attending the launch event today.
…
Zhao Yijia arrived in City B the night before the release event. Ye Luan had deliberately postponed attending the production team’s dinner, waiting instead in the hotel room he’d booked for Zhao Yijia. When Zhao Yijia knocked on the door, he was greeted by Ye Luan’s overly warm smile.
Zhao Yijia pretended to sigh, “I thought you’d at least come downstairs to pick me up.”
Ye Luan pulled him into a hug, “Because I wanted to hold you without restraint.”
They had dinner together in the hotel, chatted, and watched TV. The time slipped away, and it was nearly 11 PM when Zhao Yijia noticed that Ye Luan showed no signs of leaving. He hesitated, “Where are you staying tonight?”
Ye Luan looked puzzled, “Huh? Here, of course.”
Zhao Yijia’s face instantly turned red. He started stammering, “That—this isn’t really appropriate… I mean, we just…”
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. After spending more than half a month apart, Zhao Yijia really wanted to stay close to Ye Luan. But considering their relationship had just been established, if they stayed together tonight, things might get out of hand. Besides, would it seem too casual?
After much internal debate, Zhao Yijia finally bit the bullet, “I… I have to write tonight.”
Ye Luan couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter. Zhao Yijia, bewildered by his reaction, saw Ye Luan lean in close and whisper while looking into his eyes, “Little Prince, what are you thinking?”
It was rare for Ye Luan to look at him like that—three parts gentle, seven parts desire. The look in his eyes was like a fire, heating the air in the room to a scorching level.
Zhao Yijia’s heart raced as he turned his head slightly, unable to meet Ye Luan’s gaze. Seeing this, a dark look flashed in Ye Luan’s eyes before he leaned down and kissed him, “I have to go over the event schedule tomorrow morning and have lunch with the director. Do you want to come along?”
Zhao Yijia quickly shook his head, “No, you’ll be discussing work. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to tag along. I’ll sleep in and head to the venue in the afternoon.”
Ye Luan nodded, then as if something occurred to him, he said seriously, “Zhao Zhao, don’t worry. I’m a very traditional person. I’ll follow the usual pace of a relationship.”
Seeing Zhao Yijia’s confused expression, he explained with a straight face, “The usual pace, you know, hand-holding, hugging, kissing. We’ve already done the first three steps, so the current step is…”
Zhao Yijia decisively pushed him out the door, waving goodbye while Ye Luan laughed wildly from the hallway, leaving Zhao Yijia blushing furiously behind the door.
After the laughter subsided, Zhao Yijia heard a soft knock on the door. He stared at the door, wondering if he’d imagined it. A moment later, there was another knock. Feeling playful, Zhao Yijia knocked back once. The person outside paused, then responded with three knocks.
Zhao Yijia couldn’t help but grin.
The knocking was pointless, but it was a mutual flirtation—a testament to the joys of being in love. When you’re together, even the most mundane things can become delightful.
The next day, Zhao Yijia slept in until 10 AM, waking to find that Ye Luan had ordered him breakfast. After taking his time getting ready and eating, he arrived at the release event and started live-streaming for the other three members of their writing group who couldn’t attend—
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Tian Gai: Ohohohoho, my goddess’s side profile is flawless. Make sure you get me an autograph!
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Sleepy Fox: When did Xu Xiaohai get so skinny? Last I remember, people were still joking about how he’d “sunk” during the filming of Flowers by the Sea.*
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Sleepy Fox: Wow, that big screen looks amazing!
Qin Hai: Am I seeing things, or are there fans of Twelve Ye at the event too?
Zhao Yijia: Yep, the organizers invited fans of the original novel Lies.
Tian Gai: Gotta build goodwill. IP adaptations all do this now.
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Tian Gai: Hahaha, our Twelve Ye is dressed so properly today!
Tian Gai: He looks like an insurance salesman! Hahaha!
Qin Hai: He’s blocking the camera. Please move a bit, Twelve Ye. @Twelve Ye
Sleepy Fox: Hahahahaha!
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Tian Gai: This host looks familiar.
Sleepy Fox: Isn’t he from Channel 9’s World News?
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Qin Hai: Nice angle. Looks classy.
Sleepy Fox: Zhao Zhao, which row are you sitting in?
Zhao Yijia: Second row, right behind Twelve Ye, haha.
…
The overall atmosphere of the release event was great. Perhaps because the host had read Lies, they were good at making references, and the main creators were quick to catch on, keeping the audience laughing throughout. The event reached the point where the main creators took the stage to speak: producers, directors, actors, art directors, screenwriters, and more. A whole line of them stood up. Zhao Yijia couldn’t stop snapping pictures of Ye Luan, who seemed to sense it and frequently glanced in his direction.
Host: “…Thank you very much, Director Xu. As a fan of Lies, I noticed that our author, Twelve Ye, Ye Da, is also on stage today. Is he here just for the event, or does he have a special role to play?”
Xu Xiaohai: “Actually, in most IP adaptations, for various reasons, the original author rarely gets involved. But this time, we’re especially excited to have invited the author of Lies, Mr. Ye Luan, to participate in the screenwriting, so we can present an authentic Lies world to everyone.”
Ye Luan’s fans in the audience cheered loudly.
Ye Luan took the mic, “I’m honored to work with such an outstanding team and to be part of this film. I’ll be collaborating with another screenwriter, Mo Li, to bring this story to life. I hope we won’t disappoint anyone’s expectations.”
Standing next to Ye Luan, Mo Li smiled and nodded.
Though Mo Li was young, he was already well-known in the industry. His debut work was a low-budget film that, despite its modest production, was well-crafted and became an instant hit, catapulting the director, actors, and him, the screenwriter, to fame. Since then, he had worked on both films and TV series, not many, but all well-received.
Xu Xiaohai took the mic back and joked, “Just today, during lunch with Ye Luan, I was saying that our team is not only young but also good-looking. The thought of working with such a group gets me so excited I don’t even want to eat, just work. I might lose weight again by the time this film wraps!”
The audience burst into laughter.
Zhao Yijia chuckled as he snapped a photo and sent it to the group—
Zhao Yijia: [Photo]
Zhao Yijia: *Director Xu Xiaohai, Gu Jianran is playing Pei Pei, Meng BOSS is played by Xue Wei, Tian Gai, your goddess is playing Ji Mingyu, and the screenwriters are Mo Li and Twelve Ye.*
Tian Gai: …
Tian Gai: … Screenwriter…
Qin Hai: Xue Wei is great, I like him.
Zhao Yijia: What’s wrong with the screenwriter?
Tian Gai: [Screenshot]
Curious, Zhao Yijia opened the image, which was a Baidu Baike entry:
Mo Li: Screenwriter. Representative works: A Secret. Also a signed author at Yue Si Literature Network under the pen name “Mao Li Zi.” Representative works: Spring Breeze.
Zhao Yijia was stunned.
He had noticed Mo Li earlier but assumed he was some 18th-tier actor because he sat alone playing on his phone, interacting only occasionally with those around him. Who would have thought he was actually Mao Li Zi, one of the screenwriters for Lies? Zhao Yijia’s feelings instantly grew complicated.
This strange mood lingered until the event ended. As he waited for Ye Luan, who had texted him to wait so they could return to the hotel together, Mo Li appeared instead.
Zhao Yijia saw Mo Li first and quickly turned his head, pretending not to see him. But Mo Li spotted him, smiled, and approached warmly, “Hello, Zhao Zhao, I’m Mo Li.”
Reluctantly, Zhao Yijia extended his hand, “Hello, hello.”
“I read Burning Clothes after Ye Luan recommended it. It’s fantastic! I especially love Wang Yin Zhi!”
Zhao Yijia reciprocated the compliment, “Thank you, your Spring Breeze is amazing too, so grand!”
“I invited you and Ye Luan to dinner tonight, but Ye Luan said you’re leaving in the evening. I hope we can dine together next time.”
In reality, Zhao Yijia was staying another night and wasn’t in a hurry to leave. He figured Ye Luan didn’t want to go out, so he made up an excuse to decline. But Mo Li seemed like a genuinely nice person, so Zhao Yijia responded with more sincerity, “I’m sure there’ll be a next time.”
After exchanging pleasantries, they parted ways.
When Ye Luan finally emerged, they headed back to the hotel together. Thinking about Mo Li, Zhao Yijia couldn’t help but test the waters, “So, Mo Li is Mao Li Zi, huh?”
Ye Luan nodded, “Yes.”
“Have you read Spring Breeze?”
“I got through about half. It’s really long. Then I got too busy and never finished it.”
“Oh…”
“What’s up?”
“Nothing, just curious. He’s pretty good-looking…”
Ye Luan stopped walking.
Zhao Yijia added sourly, “Plus, he’s a screenwriter, young, with a promising future.”
Ye Luan glanced at Zhao Yijia but said nothing, though his expression revealed a hint of displeasure.
Wait a minute, Zhao Yijia thought. Shouldn’t I be the one feeling jealous? My boyfriend’s working with someone who likes him, and he’s the one sulking?
Back at the hotel room, Ye Luan finally spoke up, “Am I not good-looking?”
Zhao Yijia was taken aback, “Huh?”
“I’m young and promising too.”
“…”
“I’m really good at projects.”
“…”
“And I have way more fans than he does.”
Realizing Ye Luan wasn’t going to let this go, Zhao Yijia finally caught on. He couldn’t help but find it amusing: instead of caring about his book being turned into a movie, Ye Luan was fixated on him praising someone else. Having seen the always calm and composed Ye Luan so often, this childish, jealous version was unexpectedly adorable. If his fans saw this, they’d probably scream, “Twelve Ye, you’re breaking character!”
Zhao Yijia felt a twinge of affection. Tian Gai was right—people in love behave just as they should: tentative, awkward, caring, suggestive, impulsive… These subtle emotions and actions can easily manifest in anyone who’s fallen head over heels.
It’s impossible to hold back.
Zhao Yijia pulled out the hotel room key card.
He had closed the curtains before leaving, and with the overcast weather, pulling the card out plunged the room into darkness. The sudden change caught Ye Luan off guard, “Did the power go out? Zhao Zhao, where are yo—”
Before he could finish, the scent of oranges filled his lips—Zhao Yijia’s drink. “I’m right here.”
Zhao Yijia tentatively licked Ye Luan’s lips, then gently bit down. His actions were clumsy, but they made Ye Luan’s whole body tense up. Unable to resist, Ye Luan’s hand slid from Zhao Yijia’s waist up under his shirt, pressing them firmly together: breathing, trembling, the subtle shifts in their bodies—nothing was hidden.
Trying to calm his racing heart, Zhao Yijia’s voice trembled, “This trope you were planning to use in your writing… I just used it.”
Ye Luan’s voice was husky, “You borrowed a trope, Zhao Yijia.”
“What now?”
“Return it.”
Ye Luan’s kiss was as urgent and fierce as a summer storm. He put an end to Zhao Yijia’s tentative exploration, claiming those too-soft lips with his own: licking, grinding, biting. Zhao Yijia’s body went limp, leaning entirely on Ye Luan, powerless to resist.
After a while, they broke apart slightly, their lips still connected by a string of saliva, a testament to the intensity of their kiss. Zhao Yijia clutched Ye Luan’s arm, his head lowered, gasping for breath. With eyes dark and full of desire, Ye Luan slowly raised his hand to the button on Zhao Yijia’s shirt, just below his Adam’s apple.
“I’ll give you one chance to change your mind,” Ye Luan said, his breathing heavier.
A small laugh escaped Zhao Yijia as he lifted his head, his eyes astonishingly bright: “Teach me—”
Ye Luan stared at him without moving.
“—how to write a bed scene.”
Ye Luan’s patience ran out.
Like a beast finally freed from its cage, he roughly pulled off his tie and blindfolded Zhao Yijia. Suddenly, everything was pitch black, heightening his senses of touch and sound. Ye Luan’s fingers and breath were like fire, burning through his skin, from leading him to the bed to slowly unbuttoning his shirt and removing his clothes. This side of Ye Luan felt unfamiliar: he was oozing dominance, something Zhao Yijia could sense even in his blind state.
“Ye—”
Ye Luan cut him off by biting down on his Adam’s apple. His teeth gently grazed the bump, teasing and tasting like a predator savoring its prey.
Zhao Yijia trembled all over.
He wasn’t afraid; he was trembling with excitement. The moment Ye Luan bit down, he nearly reacted below. The sudden, intense breathing and heart rate urged Ye Luan to give him more: touches, kisses, even penetration, anything. But Ye Luan wasn’t ready to let him off that easily. His hand moved from Zhao Yijia’s neck down to his groin, pressing against the bulge in his underwear. Feeling the wet spot, Ye Luan paused, then slid his fingers into the waistband. His fingers were like fish, softly grazing every sensitive spot but stubbornly avoiding the swollen erection. His hand quickly moved to the back, caressing the hidden hole, feeling it contract slightly but doing nothing more.
Zhao Yijia was about to lose it.
The brief blindness amplified his senses to the max, and he bit his lip hard, fearing he might lose control and scream. There was no doubt that Ye Luan was being gentle, holding himself back to keep his movements from being too rough. He licked Zhao Yijia’s lips, then whispered in his ear, “Step one, undress.”
Zhao Yijia whimpered and shook his head, as if he was in both pain and ecstasy.
Ye Luan removed Zhao Yijia’s tie.
In the dim light, Zhao Yijia clutched Ye Luan’s arm tightly, his head tilted back, cheeks and lips flushed as if bleeding. His usually clear eyes were now clouded with desire, gazing at Ye Luan with longing.
Not enough, Ye Luan thought. Neither of us is satisfied yet.
Ye Luan removed the last of their clothing, and Zhao Yijia slowly bent his legs. It was like a signal, and Ye Luan finally let his finger slip inside and began to move it in and out.
Zhao Yijia’s body tensed, and he turned his head, gasping in discomfort. Sweat beaded on Ye Luan’s forehead as he gradually added more fingers, thrusting shallowly and deeply, his breathing growing heavier.
Three fingers didn’t quench the fire in Zhao Yijia’s body; instead, it only intensified his desire. He felt like Ye Luan was torturing him. Just as he was about to cry out in frustration, Ye Luan pulled his fingers out and stopped.
Ye Luan’s erection pressed against Zhao Yijia’s hole, hard as a rock.
Zhao Yijia’s eyelashes fluttered, his eyes watering.
“Next step, deeper.”
The hard shaft suddenly filled him, and Zhao Yijia couldn’t help but cry out: half in pain, half in pleasure. *He’sinside me—* The realization sent his hole into a series of tight contractions, squeezing Ye Luan, who groaned deeply. No longer able to hold back, Ye Luan began pounding into the man beneath him. With every thrust, he hit Zhao Yijia’s sensitive spot with full force. Zhao Yijia could only cling to Ye Luan, barely holding on as the relentless waves of pleasure washed over him.
Their bodies intertwined, and Ye Luan’s tidal wave of passion engulfed Zhao Yijia. He moved faster and faster, dragging Zhao Yijia into the depths of pleasure with every thrust. Zhao Yijia felt like his body was no longer his own, completely under Ye Luan’s control. Finally, Ye Luan bit down on Zhao Yijia’s ear and delivered a powerful thrust to his sensitive spot. Zhao Yijia shuddered and came, followed by Ye Luan’s release inside him.
Zhao Yijia’s mind went blank. As the ecstasy faded, he felt sleepy, his eyelids growing heavy.
Ye Luan gently withdrew, got up to grab a towel and warm water, and carefully cleaned him up. Seeing Zhao Yijia’s softened post-coital appearance, Ye Luan couldn’t resist kissing his forehead and murmuring in his ear, “Heavenly pleasure.”
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