Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Qin Fan’s words, neither too loud nor too soft, were overheard by Yu Xi, who was standing nearby.
His expression changed, and he asked anxiously, “Apply medicine? Is Si Huang really injured? Where?”
As he spoke, he looked Si Huang up and down. The clothes around her heart weren’t torn, so the injury couldn’t be there. Then…
Yu Xi’s gaze fell on Si Huang’s side waist. Only then did he realize that the clothes there were not only torn, but he also remembered that the sword had actually pierced through to the other side.
At first, he thought it was just a feint, but now, after hearing Qin Fan’s words, even if it wasn’t a real pierce, it must have at least grazed the skin.
Stared at by the group with accusing eyes, Si Huang lowered her eyelids awkwardly, “I didn’t control the position well.”
She should say that it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and to avoid making the whole scene seem abrupt, she acted too quickly. She had tried her best to avoid vital points, but she still got a little blood.
Even Ace didn’t notice, but the man with sharp eyes did.
Yu Ling had already brought a small first-aid kit.
They always have these kinds of things ready, after all, actors were prone to minor accidents, scrapes and falls were common occurrences.
Qin Fan took the first-aid kit, and with his other hand, he led Si Huang to the room where she had changed clothes.
“What’s wrong?” Louis noticed Qin Fan’s pale face and came over to ask Yu Xi.
Yu Xi thought for a moment and told the truth, “Si Huang is injured here.” He pointed to his side.
Louis then remembered the scene from before; he had been so stunned and amazed by the visuals that he hadn’t noticed how dangerous it was. Anxiety flashed across his face. He wanted to say something but felt it was too late. So he shook his head and sighed, “I thought only Little Ace was a perfectionist. But Si Huang is so daring when he gets serious.”
Yu Xi heard the praise in his words and chimed in with a few kind words about Si Huang, but it was also the truth. “Si Huang has always been very serious about his work. He takes good care of his health, so he’s willing to make sacrifices for his work.”
“Hmm.” Louis nodded thoughtfully and smiled, “Effort always pays off.”
Yu Xi understood a little.
Meanwhile, in the room, Si Huang was being teased by Qin Fan. “You used to whine and throw a tantrum if you were just thrown around, so delicate. Now you’ve gotten more temperamental?”
Si Huang sat in the chair, letting him examine her wounds, listening to his mocking words, laughing instead of getting angry.
“What are you laughing at?” Qin Fan couldn’t maintain his cold expression when he heard her laughter.
“Nothing.” Si Huang touched her nose. She couldn’t very well tell the man that she found his sharp tongue but soft heart quite amusing.
The thought had barely formed when, perhaps sensing it, the man pressed his large hand against the edge of her wound on her side, applying pressure that caused a sharp, stinging pain.
“Hmm?” Si Huang frowned in displeasure.
“Look for yourself.” Qin Fan sneered, roughly tearing open the fabric at her side.
Si Huang looked down and saw that it wasn’t a simple scrape; the prop sword hadn’t been sharpened, and it was more like a brutal slash that hadn’t penetrated deeply enough, though not deep, it was quite gruesome.
She hadn’t felt much pain before, but seeing the wound, the “no problem” she was about to say died in her throat under the pressure of the man’s glare.
“It was my fault for not controlling my strength and placement properly.”
Hearing Si Huang’s seemingly voluntary admission of fault didn’t improve Qin Fan’s mood; instead, it became even more somber. However, under the child’s clear gaze, he couldn’t bring himself to reproach her, because he understood what that look meant.
This was the path she had chosen, her job, and to do her best, she was willing to suffer any injury.
It was just as he knew the mission was dangerous, yet ignored everyone’s advice and continued charging forward despite knowing he would get hurt. This seriousness and tenacity towards what he believed in was a quality Qin Fan admired.
He was proud of the child but also couldn’t bear to see him bleed; it was truly troubling.
“Be careful next time,” Qin Fan said, picking out what he needed from the first-aid kit, then added, “It’s best if there isn’t a next time.”
“Yes, sir,” Si Huang saluted him.
Qin Fan was amused by her, but by the time he realized what he’d done, it was too late to restrain himself; it was impossible to intimidate the child anymore. Looking up, he saw Si Huang staring at him, her eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, unwavering.
“What are you looking at?” Qin Fan didn’t know how to describe it, but that look inexplicably improved his mood.
Si Huang reached out and touched his face.
Qin Fan felt the soft touch on his face; the child’s fingertips were cool and smooth, and he even had the urge to bite them and taste them.
However, he didn’t do that, lowering his eyes to enjoy the child’s touch.
Then, Si Huang bent down and placed a kiss on his still-cool face, then touched his lips again.
This gentle kiss unexpectedly made Qin Fan’s heart flutter. More than any urge to seduce, a warm current flowed through his body, so pleasurable that he wanted to burst out laughing and spin the child around— such a childish and bizarre act was something he only thought about but refrained from doing.
He didn’t realize that the corners of his mouth were involuntarily turning up slightly.
The more Si Huang looked at him, the more she felt that male beauty was captivating; not only was his smile mesmerizing, but she also found him increasingly handsome.
“Is the medicine applied?” After kissing him twice more, Si Huang casually withdrew her body.
Qin Fan scrutinized her expression, as if trying to discern something from her face. “Wait.”
His wound-treating technique was skilled and swift; he quickly bandaged the wound on Si Huang’s side.
“We’ll change the dressing when we get back, to avoid scarring.”
Si Huang was confident in her recovery abilities and deliberately teased the man, saying, “Scarring is fine too; it’s a man’s badge of honor.”
The man’s face hardened again, staring at her fiercely. “Are you even a man?”
“I’m stronger than most men.” Si Huang flashed him a boastful smile.
Qin Fan didn’t refute her.
A knock then sounded at the door, followed by a foreigner’s inquiry: “Sir, may we come in?”
Si Huang and Qin Fan exchanged a glance. They both understood this wasn’t a suitable place for intimacy, especially since work wasn’t finished, and Si Huang wouldn’t really be distracted by spending time with Qin Fan.
“Come in,” Si Huang replied, straightening her clothes as she did so.
Qin Fan stood up and unlocked the door.
Among those who entered were not only the foreign men and women who had dressed Si Huang and opened her clothes with accessories, but also the Yu siblings and Ace.
As soon as Ace entered, she asked, “How are you?” She paused for half a second, and without waiting for an answer, continued, “If it hurts a lot, let’s stop today’s work and film tomorrow.”
James winked at Si Huang, indicating that Si Huang was quite capable to get the perfectionist and efficiency-driven Ace to say such a thing.
Si Huang didn’t respond to James’s wink, but instead looked at the young girl Ace, noticing tear stains on her face, her eyes still red and swollen, and the bloodstains on her face likely applied as special effects.
“No problem, it’s all taken care of.” Si Huang nodded to Ace, then looked at Yu Ling, “The rest of the makeup is still your responsibility.”
“Okay!” Yu Ling nodded.
Hearing her say this, no one tried to dissuade her, and they gave her the room.
The special effects makeup didn’t take too long. Qin Fan stood quietly watching the whole process. Seeing Si Huang’s perfectly cold and aloof face, enhanced by dark red eyeshadow and other enhancements, exuding a chilling and devilish charm from the inside out, he couldn’t help but glance at her.
The military wasn’t lacking in highly skilled makeup artists, specializing in services for spies and agents, capable of completely transforming people.
Qin Fan saw that talent in this girl as well.
The two foreign men and women who brought the props also praised Yu Ling’s makeup skills highly and then applied the forehead horns to Si Huang.
These were spiral ram horns like those of a demon from ancient European mythology, jet black at the base and gradually becoming transparent at the top, the transition from black to transparent resembling darkness to light.
Everyone worked meticulously to avoid damaging Si Huang’s skin. After carefully checking for any flaws, they were utterly amazed by the ‘person’ reflected in the mirror.
“My goodness! You’ll definitely cause a sensation across Asia! How come I never noticed before that Easterners can be so…so…” The Western woman stammered, unable to find the right words.
“Alright.” Her male partner patted her, reminding her that the work wasn’t finished yet. “Don’t forget about the wings.”
“Okay, I can’t wait to see the final result!” The woman’s eyes were full of excitement.
According to the character design, Si Huang’s demon was the strongest demon god, with twelve wings that would be at least ten meters long when fully extended. The props couldn’t possibly be that big, but for the sake of realism and high-quality post-production, they were made to be nearly two meters long.
The black feathers, made of some unknown material, had a matte, dark finish with a metallic sharpness, perfectly matching Si Huang’s appearance.
It took almost an hour to prepare everything.
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