Change into another one
He Huan reached out to take the clothes back, but his height was limited and he couldn't reach Fitz's raised hand.
"Stop making trouble and give it back to me."
Each of Semer's stage costumes was very expensive, and the one that was destroyed in Kersburg made Mr. Jiang worried for a long time.
Fitz's five fingers felt the thin fabric that seemed not real, which was comparable to his own patience that was almost running out.
"Change into something else."
Qi Peng and the costume designer's hearts were in their throats. They watched his powerful five fingers tightly grasping the priceless garment, fearing that they would hear the "tearing" sound of the fragile fabric in the next second.
"Are you so old-fashioned?" He Huan was surprised that he even cared about this.
"Just unearthed, buried for tens of thousands of years," said Fitz.
He Huan was amused by his serious attitude: "This is a job requirement. Just like you will absolutely follow orders to carry out dangerous tasks, I must abide by the contract as well."
Fitz pursed his lips tightly and felt very depressed.
He Huan restrained his smile and said seriously: "Fitz, my attitude towards work is the same as yours. This is not a game, you can come and go as you please. I respect you, and I hope you respect me."
Fitz looked at him deeply, and He Huan showed no intention of retreating.
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Qi Peng looked back and forth at the two of them nervously, as if he saw a massive flood washing over the dam, with the white high walls created by the splashing waves covering even the sky.
Time seemed to stand still, yet it also seemed to be moving very fast.
The costume designer glanced at the time on the smart computer screen with fear and trepidation. The first drop of sweat on her forehead hit the screen, and she had to poke Qi Peng with her elbow.
Qi Peng was shocked and glared at her hatefully, "This is the prince, do you want me to get caught in this situation?"
The costume designer looked at the time with a wronged look on his face. Qi Peng's eyelids twitched wildly and his lips became dry with panic.
What can he do? He can only lie like an stupid pet at the door, waiting for his owner to come home.
Fortunately, He Huan quickly ended the disaster. He said to Fitz: "I haven't told you yet that I will retire from the screen after finishing this movie. I don't want to have any regrets about "The Lost Town of Kusing"."
"Sorry." Fitz immediately put down his hand and returned the clothes to He Huan: "I will respect your choice. But I don't mean to make you retire from the film industry. No matter what you do in the future..."
"Fitz, thank you."
When Fitz suddenly heard his thanks, he actually regretted his previous behavior, thinking that he must have offended him. However, he not only did not take the opportunity to denounce him, but instead said thank you.
"I made movies to fulfill my mother's legacy, not for my own personal pursuit. I still have many dreams to fulfill. When I have a child, my life will start all over again." He Huan smiled gently: "So, you don't have to feel psychologically burdened by retiring from the screen."
He Huanzhi is not in the entertainment industry. He stayed in this circle and took the initiative to accept Jiang Xintian's role just to get close to Yan Tingyun.
Now that the mission is completed, he can leave behind a work that will be remembered forever for the original owner, which can be regarded as an explanation to the original owner. He no longer needs to stay in the entertainment industry.
But He Huan didn't expect that his decision would have such a great impact on Fitz.
Before he could even notice it, Fitz had suddenly embraced him.
"I know you love acting very much. You don't have to sacrifice your hobby for me."
He Huan felt Fitz gently stroking the hair on the back of her head, and heard him promise in her ear: "I will never restrict you from doing anything in the future."
"Thank you..." He Huan was interrupted by Fitz just as he opened his mouth.
"Don't be in a hurry to say thank you. I respect your choice, but I hope you can also respect my care and concern for you."
Before He Huan could figure out what was going on, he heard a knock on the door.
Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue were standing at the door, looking at him and Fitz with smiles on their faces.
He Huan quickly stood up from Fitz's arms, and Fitz had already greeted the two directors with a normal expression: "Teacher Jiang, Assistant Director Gao."
"You are too polite, Your Highness."
"Your Highness is welcome to come and guide our crew."
Fitz: "I am indeed here to provide guidance."
Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue were both confused. It was just a polite remark, but was he really trying to show his power
He Huan quickly pulled Fitz's arm: "What?"
Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue looked at each other, and saw helplessness in each other's eyes. But since the prince had spoken, they could only follow suit.
"I wonder what instructions you have?"
Fitz: "I wonder if the crew still needs a stand-in?"
"ah?!"
"What did you say?"
…
He Huan was wrapped in a long robe that covered almost from neck to ankle.
The extras under the stage stretched their necks to wait for He Huan: Meow? Meow? Meow?
Where is the sexy beauty? Where is the incarnation of sin and desire? Is this a cosplay pen holder
"Ahem, everyone take your positions. 3, 2, 1, start!" Following Gao Jinyue's order, hundreds of confused extras had to get into the state.
Until I heard a sentence suddenly, I don't know which tactless guy said the truth: "Actor Yan is so cool that he can even let the prince be his stand-in!"
Everyone suddenly realized why he was dressed like that, it turned out that the prince was declaring his sovereignty and did not allow others to see his omega's beauty.
I understand. We all understand. It’s the alpha’s possessiveness!
But everyone hasn't forgotten the previous gossip that Actor Yan once openly pursued He Huan.
Subconsciously, everyone stole glances at Yan Tingyun, just like sunflowers facing the sun in unison.
Oh my, the actor’s facial expression looks like he has run away from home, just like an ice sculpture.
"What are you doing! Pay attention! Don't you want money anymore?!" Gao Jinyue held up a megaphone and criticized this group of unprofessional spectators.
On the stage built with dead branches of poplar trees, a bonfire was blazing and red gauze curtains were fluttering.
The scene where He Huan slowly walked down from the second-floor platform was skipped, and He Huan appeared directly in the fluttering gauze curtain.
He took off his outer robe, and his white body was also tightly wrapped in red gauze, but the red color was so bright and dazzling that it made his already snow-like skin look even more dazzlingly white.
Her slender legs took light dance steps, swaying in the red water like a graceful mermaid.
The charming singing voice and seductive posture truly make her the embodiment of "sin and desire" in the original novel.
The desperadoes of Kusing Town waved their strong arms and shouted the word "Semir".
Gems, drugs, and all kinds of valuables hit the stage like hail, and the crisp sound of impact was endless.
The male protagonist Bernie was tied to a wooden stake in the back, and Fitz served as a stand-in. Since he could not show his face, he could only lower his head.
He Huan took off his headband, and his long hair wrapped around his back, and the red gauze on his body fell to the ground.
The intertwining of bright red and snow-white is the color of the abyss of evil.
Fitz felt He Huan's closeness, and his chin was lifted up by the other's hands.
He had never seen He Huan with such an expression. He seemed like a lost traveler trapped in a mirage, willingly falling into the trap of the beautiful fishman.
He would give his life for just a smile from the other person.
Fitz was extremely grateful that he was the one standing here today. This was probably the wisest decision he had ever made in his life.
Then, he saw He Huan put his cheek against his and murmured poetically: "From now on, you are my alpha."
The slender neck is opened to the side at an angle, revealing the glands at the back of the neck.
He Huan took the initiative to hold his face and put it on his shoulder.
Fitz felt his delicate skin, warm and cool, like the petals of a cassia tree.
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