novelraw Chapter 107 Stepping Down from the Altar for Love
Chapter 107 Stepping Down from the Altar for Love
Wen Shumu was slightly taken aback. After a moment, his eyebrows curved into a smile, and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around Alpha's waist, burying his face in his chest.
A moment of tranquility.
In the silent space, Wen Shumu could hear the steady yet gradually disordered heartbeat of Ling Suyu.
My brother's heartbeat... was disrupted because of him.
Wen Shumu silently curled the corners of his mouth.
"Marshal Ling, you can go change your makeup now—"
The half-closed door to the dressing room was suddenly pushed open, and Zhai Lu's assistant was so startled by the two people embracing intimately that she immediately fell silent.
Her face turned as red as a ripe tomato. Realizing what had happened, she quickly stepped back, closed the door for them, and said through the door, "I'm so sorry! I disturbed you! I saw the door wasn't closed..."
With business at hand, Wen Shumu stepped back, saying, "It's alright, come in. Are you going to change your makeup?"
The assistant timidly opened a crack in the door: "Yes, Mr. Wen, you are in this dressing room. Marshal Ling will have to go to another room."
Wen Shumu raised an eyebrow slightly: "Should we separate again?"
We just did the styling together.
The assistant nodded: "Because the marshal's makeup and styling this time is quite complicated."
Upon hearing this, Wen Shumu's face immediately lit up with anticipation. It seemed that Zhai Lu had arranged some new theme, and this time the protagonist was Ling Suyu.
Seeing the light in his eyes, Ling Suyu felt a barely perceptible hint of doting in her own. She reached out and ruffled his slightly curly brown hair before leaving with her assistant.
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Wen Shumu's second outfit was very glamorous, a typical imperial aristocratic style. The black and blue coat was outlined with intricate silver patterns, and a dark blue gemstone brooch was pinned to her chest. She also wore a silver vintage Lumley watch on her wrist.
He straightened the lace ruffles on his collar one last time, and his assistant came over to take him to the new studio.
The studio door was wide open, and before Wen Shumu could even look at the small wooden sign hanging on the door, a vast expanse of azure blue filled his entire field of vision.
Between the blue curtain walls, layers of pure white gauze curtains mixed with pearl tassels hang down, landing on an exquisite seashell throne. Clear crystals and colorful coral clusters adorn the ground, and several jellyfish-like lamps float in the air.
Wen Shumu took a few steps forward in a daze, his gaze fixed on the Alpha on the seashell throne.
Alpha wore a magnificent robe in light blue and pure white, adorned with shimmering pearls. His long, black hair flowed smoothly down his back, and his blue dragon horns added a touch of divinity.
Those icy eyes, almost the same color as the dragon horns, were slightly lowered, as if they were somewhat uneasy.
When Zhai Lu saw Wen Shumu approaching, he smiled and told him about the filming theme: "My idea is... a young lord falls in love at first sight with a sea god who occasionally comes to the surface for fresh air, and follows him to this underwater palace, so it's... a fantasy love story?"
Wen Shumu understood: "So I'm just in a one-sided love?"
Zhai Lu shook his head repeatedly: "That's definitely not it, otherwise how could an ordinary person get into the seabed? Of course, it must be the repressed sea god who secretly helped him."
She patted Wen Shumu on the shoulder: "Go, find your sea god~"
Wen Shumu laughed, but his eyes narrowed slightly when they met Alpha's.
The light shone on Ling Suyu, making Wen Shumu feel a sense of unfamiliarity, as if he had truly become that unattainable sea god.
Ling Suyu's expression remained as austere as ever, which suited Zhai Lu's wishes perfectly. What she wanted was this kind of divine, aloof feeling that emanated from the very core of her being.
Wen Shumu walked towards the throne, and following Zhai Lu's instructions, stood in front of Ling Suyu. He raised his hand, revealing the luxurious watch on his wrist, and carefully extended it toward the face of the sea god.
"Imagine the character's situation: you're afraid to touch him, yet you can't help but want to get closer. Yes, just stay suspended in mid-air." Zhai Lu said as he pressed the shutter.
Ling Suyu looked up and met his gaze, then suddenly reached out and grasped his hand, which was suspended in mid-air, guiding it to touch her cheek.
His blue eyes held a gentle yet passionate light, as if to say... Don't be afraid, you can touch him freely.
Wen Shumu paused slightly, then broke into a bright smile.
Ling Suyu was stunned by the laughter and unconsciously grabbed the Omega's wrist, pulling him into his arms and encircling him between his legs.
"Brother, we're still filming..." Wen Shu's wood ear tips turned red.
Ling Suyu pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly, finding a reasonable explanation for his intimate actions: "Since it's not just the lord who's in love, then the Sea God should respond actively, otherwise what if his wife runs away?"
Zhai Lu: "..."
The marshal is once again acting unpredictably.
Although he wasn't the aloof and reserved sea god she had imagined, the clingy sea god who descended from his pedestal for love seemed even better...
Wen Shumu's eyes flickered as he stared at him for a long while before lowering his head and gently placing a kiss on Ling Suyu's forehead.
Zhai Lu's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a wink to the staff member next to him.
Blower started!
The dreamy, soft lighting cast a hazy white veil over the room, while the pearl tassels made a crisp, clinking sound. The drapery, fluttering in the wind, occasionally brushed past the two people embracing on the throne.
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After the filming ended, Wen Shumu added Zhai Lu as a friend on his mobile device.
On the way back, he received a photo from Zhai Lufa.
She also seems to have done some emergency post-production work.
Through the ornate, gold-rimmed birdcage, the dark-haired Alpha tenderly kissed the back of the person inside.
In the dimly lit, decadent setting, only the two of them were bathed in light.
It was as if only by meeting each other could they end the long darkness of their lives and welcome a bright future.
Wen Shumu forwarded the photo to Allison, asking him to help develop and frame it.
Allison, who usually replies instantly, took an extremely long time to respond this time.
He only replied when the car was almost at the hotel.
When Wen Shumu saw it, he saw that Allison had written a long and detailed essay praising how beautiful the photo was and how well he and Ling Suyu were a perfect match.
Wen Shumu couldn't help but laugh, and turned the projector towards Ling Suyu to show him Allison's reply.
After reading it, Ling Suyu smiled and said, "Xiao Mu, send me a copy of the photo too."
After he finished speaking, he opened his terminal and flicked his fingers, seemingly to send a message.
Not long after, Allison, who was on the Imperial Star, received a notice that he would get a raise.
He happily strolled around the manor hall twice, continuing to search for the right spot for the photograph that Mrs. Hang had sent him.
Such a stunning photo deserves to be displayed in a prominent place.
To be honest, the marshal and his wife didn't even have a proper wedding photo...
As Allison walked, he pondered whether he should remind them to take more wedding photos after they finished recording the show.
The hovercar was parked at the main entrance of the Pawan Hotel, and there was another car parked in front of it, with people getting out of it.
Wen Shumu glanced casually in that direction, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Chu Zhao was wearing a low-cut silk shirt that he would never normally wear, loosely revealing his delicate collarbone.
His lips, which were usually pale and bloodless, were now a vibrant red.