Two-Faced Girlfriend - Chapter 3.1

The next day, Xu Yawei woke up early.

Although she felt very sleepy and tired, she constantly thought about Si Man.

Except for a short moment when she fell asleep, she barely slept peacefully all night.

That afternoon, they had to film.

If Si Man’s memory still hadn’t recovered, things would not end well.

With Xu Yawei’s eager anticipation, Si Man finally opened her eyes.

Xu Yawei immediately leaned over and asked, “Do you know what year it is now?”

“Do you think you’re acting in Doomsday Crossing?”

Si Man coldly glanced at Xu Yawei, then got dressed and left the bed without lingering.

Good, this was the Si Man she knew.

She even remembered Doomsday Crossing, which came out this year.

Although Si Man seemed normal, Xu Yawei still felt very uneasy.

From the hotel to the set, she secretly observed Si Man.

She didn’t notice anything unusual, except that Si Man looked very tired, and her face occasionally had a strange flush.

Even when they stayed up late for days discussing the script, Si Man never looked this tired.

But it made sense—who wouldn’t be tired?

Last night, Si Man took it once and then went at her five times.

Although Xu Yawei was very eager, she couldn’t handle that kind of intensity.

Still, she had to admit, Si Man had incredible stamina when she was younger.

Xu Yawei never imagined she could climax five times in one night.

Even now, she felt a bit weak in the kidneys.

Her lack of focus and mental exhaustion caused Xu Yawei to mess up repeatedly during the afternoon shoot.

Even the male actor playing the general, who always subtly flirted with her, started to get impatient.

Si Man’s expression naturally looked bad too.

Si Man shouted, “CUT. Xu Yawei, your expression is too stiff. Be more seductive.”

Si Man shouted again, “CUT. Xu Yawei, not seductive enough, and add a bit of shyness.”

This scene was a bed scene between Wei Qingtu and Lin Xiu.

Although, for censorship, only shots covered by blankets would remain, Si Man always pursued perfection.

No matter how it appeared in the end, she demanded authenticity and completeness.

Authenticity didn’t mean the actors had to do it for real—Si Man emphasized eroticism without pornography, which tested the actors’ skills.

Xu Yawei was among the top actresses for skill, and the male actor, despite his bad reputation and scandals, had decent acting chops.

Otherwise, Si Man wouldn’t have cast him as the male lead.

But today, neither performed well, especially Xu Yawei.

Si Man sternly called, “CUT.”

The lights and cameras stayed in place, but the person next to Xu Yawei changed.

Si Man sent the male actor aside and personally stepped in to act opposite Xu Yawei, also demonstrating for him.

So, in front of everyone, Si Man and Xu Yawei rolled onto the bed.

On the reddish-brown wooden bed with swaying curtains, Xu Yawei lay wearing only a bellyband, her smooth long hair cascading, her figure graceful.

Si Man, in a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, leaned over Xu Yawei and gently touched her cheek.

“Ah Xiu, you’re so beautiful. I thought of you every moment while I was away at war.”

Si Man’s eyes overflowed with deep affection.

She acted so sincerely that Xu Yawei forgot her lines, her gaze blank, worse than any previous mistake.

Si Man didn’t prompt her but continued acting alone.

Her face drew closer, her lips almost touching Xu Yawei’s.

The entire set fell silent.

Just as everyone expected Si Man to kiss her, she raised her arm, and the blanket suddenly covered them both.

The noisy world instantly felt like it contained only the two of them—just like last night.

Si Man whispered, “You weren’t like this under me last night.”

Once the blanket covered them, Si Man’s face changed instantly.

Her lips flattened, her eyes grew cold, and the deep affection seemed like Xu Yawei’s illusion.

But what shocked Xu Yawei wasn’t Si Man’s sudden change in expression—it was her words.

Last night?

Did she remember everything from last night?

Xu Yawei felt like she’d been struck by lightning, staring at Si Man with wide eyes.

Didn’t Si Man say she remembered nothing this morning?

Si Man added, “If you feed me weird stuff again, don’t get in my bed anymore.”

She did remember.

Xu Yawei’s heart raced nervously.

She could tell Si Man was angry.

She hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, I…”

Si Man coldly interrupted, “Enough, no need to explain. This is the set. Don’t bring personal emotions here. You have ten minutes to get in the right headspace.”

Then Si Man threw off the blanket and jumped off the bed.

Si Man announced, “Everyone, rest in place for ten minutes. We will continue after.”

Only when Xu Yawei’s assistant draped clothes over her did she snap out of it.

She didn’t know what Si Man was thinking and didn’t dare ask, only guessing in her heart.

How did Si Man view last night?

Why did the current Si Man resist topping her, while the seventeen-year-old Si Man could go five times in one night?

What had Si Man gone through in those ten years?

Also, did Si Man think she was too wild?

Did she prefer the old Xu Yawei who topped confidently, or did she feel even a little moved by last night’s version of her?

Si Man called, “CUT. Everyone, take a break. Move freely for twenty minutes.”

After the ten-minute break, Xu Yawei still couldn’t find her groove.

Looking at the male actor, she felt only disgust, unable to muster any seductive or shy state.

Twenty minutes was a long break for a tight filming schedule.

After Si Man spoke, everyone except Xu Yawei’s assistant, Cheng Shuishui, scattered.

Si Man waved at the assistant, sending her away too.