“Exciting… little movie…?”
Jiang Ling’s expression kept shifting, her gaze flickering back and forth.
So it really is that kind of thing?!
Who would have thought that the usually tsundere young lady secretly likes to watch such shameful stuff in private!
“I’ve downloaded a lot, you know.”
Fang Wannian stared at Jiang Ling, her fingers brushing lightly across Jiang Ling’s cheek, her tone bewitching: “Are you sure you don’t want to watch it with me?”
Jiang Ling swallowed involuntarily, her voice barely a whisper: “Isn’t this bad? If we do this in the practice room, we might get caught.”
Fang Wannian’s eyes glimmered seductively, her lips curling into a sly smile.
“Isn’t that even more exciting?”
This made Jiang Ling even more nervous, her voice growing softer still: “Is it really okay?”
To think… to think you’re this kind of young lady!
Fang Wannian clicked her tongue. “Stop dawdling. Are you watching or not?”
Fine!
If I don’t go to hell, who will?
Jiang Ling nodded resolutely, bracing herself mentally, anxiously watching as Fang Wannian moved the screen over to her side.
Then, her expression froze a little as she asked, “Um, what exactly is this?”
“It’s a thrilling, exciting little movie.”
Fang Wannian answered calmly, even turning the volume up a bit.
Jiang Ling stared at the rain of bullets and flying gunfire onscreen, finally unable to hold it in: “A spy film?”
The screen showed nothing about the mysteries of the human body—just the female lead gunning down a bunch of bodyguards with ease!
“That’s right, because the female lead here doesn’t have a nice body but is still really sexy. I thought it might give you some inspiration.”
Fang Wannian pointed at the female lead, who was wrapped up tight. “See? She’s not showing anything, but she’s sexy all the same.”
On this point, Jiang Ling agreed, but she still wasn’t willing to give up and asked, “Then why did you say it would be exciting?”
“Isn’t it exciting to sneakily watch a movie in the practice room instead of practicing dance? Isn’t that a kind of alternative NTR?”
Fang Wannian answered without even glancing over.
“Is that how you use NTR, my dear young lady?!”
Jiang Ling’s shocked voice drew a slight frown from Fang Wannian. “Hmm, I think it works… Oh, who cares! Are you watching or not?”
Actually, Jiang Ling really wanted to refuse, but seeing Fang Wannian watching so eagerly, she couldn’t say no, so she just snuggled up, their heads touching, and watched the “exciting little movie” together.
To be honest, the film was really well shot, and just like Fang Wannian said, the female lead didn’t have voluptuous curves but still perfectly embodied sexiness.
Jiang Ling couldn’t help but get drawn in, watching until the credits rolled, only then letting out a reluctant sigh.
“So, how was it? Good, right?”
Seeing her reaction, Fang Wannian proudly lifted her chin. “My taste is impeccable, isn’t it?”
“It was really good, but her sexiness mostly comes from how decisive she is and how she fights. I can’t really use any of that.”
Jiang Ling praised Fang Wannian’s taste first, then circled back to reality.
She couldn’t use any of this on stage!
“Is that so? I remember there was a scene where her confrontation with the male lead was pretty sexy, too.”
Fang Wannian used her finger to rewind, stopping at a scene where both leads appeared naked on screen.
On the screen, the female lead was kneeling over the male lead, completely nude, pressing a gun to his temple with a proud and captivating look.
“This is probably because their confrontation has strong sexual tension… um, like when there are intimate actions but they’re on opposite sides, creating a sense of contrast.”
Jiang Ling commented based on her own thoughts, feeling like something flashed through her mind, but she couldn’t quite grasp it, so she frowned slightly.
“You two have intimate moves on stage too, right? So just add in a sense of confrontation?”
As she spoke, Fang Wannian added, “If you use the right costumes and makeup, it should come across well—kind of like old rivals who’ve been at it for years suddenly falling in love.”
Those words instantly enlightened Jiang Ling.
Indeed, if she followed Fang Wannian’s advice, it’d be way better than a dull, lifeless stage performance.
Plus, she’d just noticed while watching the movie that the female lead’s expression was also very sexy. She could practice in front of the mirror later… No, wait—wasn’t there a ready-made practice partner right here?
Jiang Ling’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Fang Wannian and grabbed her hand. “Wannian, will you practice with me?”
Fang Wannian, caught off guard by the sudden grip, looked a bit flustered, trying to pull her hand away twice before giving in, her voice a bit sulky: “Do I look like I have that much free time?”
“Can’t you?”
Jiang Ling instantly pouted, about to cry: “Please, just help me this once.”
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“Just this once!”
Fang Wannian snorted, repeating the “just this once” she’d said who knows how many times before, and as she watched Jiang Ling’s face break into a radiant smile, her lips couldn’t help but twitch up as well. “So what do you want me to practice with you?”
“Posture and expressions!”
Jiang Ling immediately faced Fang Wannian, staring straight into her eyes and making what she thought was a very sexy face.
At the sight, Fang Wannian quickly looked away, her ears turning red.
It wasn’t sexy at all, but… it was way too cute!
She cleared her throat twice, pointing out Jiang Ling’s flaw: “Not sexy enough. It’s like a child trying on adult clothes.”
Jiang Ling didn’t get discouraged, though. She racked her brain, firing off several more expressions in a row.
Watching her being so adorable, Fang Wannian felt her heart beating out of control, though she kept up a calm front. “Still not enough.”
“Ugh, it’s so hard!”
Jiang Ling was exhausted and slumped over, ready to give up, when she suddenly remembered something Xu Nuo had said during a previous photo shoot…
“Lie on the floor in an S shape, put your fingers on your tongue, and say with a seductive look—”
Though the rest had been cut off by her own flustered self, if you had to say, that was probably a good example of sexy, right?
So Jiang Ling, full of enthusiasm, lay down right in front of Fang Wannian.
Seeing her sudden move, Fang Wannian looked confused. “What, giving up already?”
In response, Jiang Ling curled her fair, slender legs, naturally bending them into an S shape. Her oversized T-shirt hung loosely, its folds just barely hinting at her developing curves. She stuck out her dainty, rosy tongue, lightly resting her fingers on it, her expression instantly turning seductive.
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“Jiejie… is this still not enough?”