Narcissistic Patient [Quick Transmigration]

Addicted to Huaishu's blood.

Tongue rolled up.

The vampire's mouth was only wet, but not warm.

I don't know whether it was the cold or the fright, Huai Shu's fingers trembled, but he didn't resist, letting You Ye lick his wound.

Tasting the taste of blood, You Ye's sanity temporarily collapsed, and all senses except taste were pressed to pause.

His concentrated expression was even a little addicted, the corners of his eyes were wet and blood red, and he cherished and greedily sucked blood from the wound.

The blood is too sweet, sweetness will bring him hallucinations.

In a daze, You Ye felt someone touching his chin, neck, and Adam's apple with fingertips.

It feels cool to the touch when it stays on the skin, as if it is testing and comforting, and then gradually tightens and exerts force.

You Ye's Adam's apple kept rolling, rubbing against the opponent's palm again and again.

The opponent's palm was cold and dry, strangling his throat.

"The neck is the most vulnerable place for a vampire"——

This sentence floated on the edge of his consciousness, but he was completely addicted to it at the moment, and he no longer had the extra strength to resist his bloodthirsty instinct.

I don't know how long it took, the tightening force gradually loosened, turning into an indistinct touch.

The wound on the finger was very shallow, and the blood was very thin, which was far from enough for a vampire.

You Ye's teeth even bit the wound, and before he tried hard, his sanity finally returned a little.

He restrained himself and finally swallowed his saliva before opening his eyes and raising his head.

They are very close to each other, and Huai Shu's eyes are also covered with a thin layer of water vapor, like white mist rising from the frozen sea in winter, calm to dead silence, as if condescendingly scrutinizing.

Everything was still, You Ye even had the illusion that the director of the world line was watching his every move through Huai Shu's eyes.

After a long while, You Ye caught a glimpse of the warning in Huai Shu's eyes from behind the white mist, and he became aroused for a moment, and his mind returned completely.

You Ye hurriedly let go of Huai Shu's injured hand, his lips parted but he didn't say anything.

His expression was stagnant, but his mind was quickly calculating Xia Baidong's expression, actions and lines at this moment.

"Give me a reason." Huai Shu withdrew his hand.

You Ye froze for a moment: "What?"

Huai Shu stared into his eyes: "The reason for doing this."

You Ye lowered his head in embarrassment, and bit his lips hard: "I'm sorry, I... I saw you bleeding so..."

Using embarrassment to perfuse his panic that his identity was almost leaked, this is the most suitable and safest way of acting that You Ye believes.

"I'm sorry, I offended you." You Ye bit his lips red.

"It's okay, I was just a little surprised."

Huai Shu finally looked away from You Ye's face, he simply cleaned his wound, the wound was too shallow to even be bandaged, and he returned to the picture frame.

"Let's continue."

You Ye breathed a sigh of relief, showing the shame on his face to the extreme, he licked his lips imperceptibly, just as he was about to return to the red sofa——

"Wait a minute." Huai Shu's voice sounded from behind.

You Ye's footsteps stopped, he turned his head, and before he could figure out the situation, Huai Shu's hand had already reached out.

Before You Ye asked, Huai Shu pressed his lips with red-painted fingers.

You Ye, who had completely entered the role, widened his eyes slightly, subconsciously wanting to back away——

"Don't move." Huai Shu's voice was low, his fingers wiped down the contour of You Ye's lips.

You Ye was very obedient and froze in place without moving.

The lips that had just drank the blood were soft and moist, and the sticky paint faded away, and Huai Shu drew a smear of red on the corner of his lips with his finger.

"That's how it looks."

Huai Shu took the mirror and put it in front of You Ye, "It is the beauty presented by Su Mang's secondary personality."

In the mirror, his skin was pale, his eyes were moist, and the thick and bright red finger marks on the corners of his lips looked even more glaring, like a vampire who had just finished hunting humans and hadn't had time to wipe off the blood from the corners of his lips.

"Be patient like this for a while, and I'll be able to finish the painting soon," Huai Shu returned to the easel, "Don't lick it, the taste of the paint won't taste good."

"Okay." You Ye finally returned to the red sofa and sat down in the original position.

The studio returned to silence, the fireplace was crackling, and they didn't say anything more to each other.

Only the lingering smell of alcohol in the air and the lingering sweet smell in his mouth reminded You Ye that he had done an extremely risky thing just now.

He recalled his every move just now. The moment he smelled Huai Shu's blood, he had already lost control of his acting skills and roles, and completely succumbed to his desire for blood.

But when he was in the apartment before, he had smelled Song Zijue's blood, and he had also smelled blood several times in public. At that time, his hunger and thirst could be controlled, and he would never get out of control like before.

Why is this so?

You Ye awakened the system: "Why did I lose control of Huai Shu's blood?"

【Dear actor No. 202, the system cannot answer your question】

Yuno: "Why?"

[This is not within the common sense of the system]

"Uh..." You Ye thought for a while and asked again: "I made such an "extraordinary" move just now, did the director behind the scenes not press the pause button? "

[The system has not received a pause signal, please continue to perform]

You Ye: "Is the 5-point favorability of the director behind the scenes still there?"

"Uh..." The system replied [still] after confirmation;

You Ye: "Thank you for letting me know."

He was completely out of control just now, but he was not pressed the pause button, nor was he deducted only 5 favorability points, which shows that the director behind the scenes did not express dissatisfaction with his interpretation method.

When You Ye was thinking, he would unconsciously frown, and Huai Shu, who was concentrating on painting his portrait, reminded him: "Take it easy."

"Sorry." You Ye recovered.

"What are you thinking?" Huai Shu asked casually.

You Ye met Huai Shu's gaze, and tightened his fingers slightly: "I'm thinking about... the rude behavior I made to you just now."

Huai Shu: "Have you figured out anything?"

You Ye froze for a moment, but didn't answer right away.

Huai Shu smiled: "There is nothing to think about, you don't have to be responsible for what you did just now."

You Ye moved his lips, swallowed what he wanted to say, and then said in a low voice, "Okay."

When the painting was finished, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and the two stayed in the studio for a full five hours.

"I won't show you the portrait, I want to save your first meeting with it for tomorrow's shooting, so that the lens can capture a more powerful expression," Huai Shu has already started to pack his painting tools.

His eyes fell on You Ye's lips, and then he handed over a wet tissue, "I hope you will like it."

"I'm looking forward to it." You Ye wiped his lips casually.

"Good night."

After leaving the studio, You Ye went directly back to the guest room to rest, while Huai Shu stayed in the studio to deal with the follow-up matters.

The faucet in the bathroom was running, and You Ye carefully wiped off the paint remaining on the corners of his lips.

As soon as the cold water rushed, he was completely awake at this moment.

He could get clues from Huai Shu's words, the portrait on the wall in the corridor was probably painted by Huai Shu.

Moreover, Huai Shu didn't seem to be so surprised or repelled by his presumptuous behavior just now, as calm as if he was under his control...

If the above inferences are true, those who can live for hundreds or even thousands of years, and are used to sucking blood...

Is Huai Shu really his kind?But why can Huaishu eat at will?

Before solving the problem of eating, You Ye will not draw conclusions arbitrarily.

After all, preconceived ideas will make him ignore more details and clues.

The manor was very quiet, the wind in the wilderness beat against the windowpanes, the rain had stopped at some point after a day, and the moonlight swayed into the guest room.

You Ye lay with his eyes open, his sense of taste could not forget the taste of Huai Shu's blood.

After thinking about it for a moment, he unconsciously licked his lips.

very hungry.

So he buried himself under the quilt, cut his ring finger with a razor blade in a place where the moon could not shine, and used his own blood to temporarily relieve the restless hunger and thirst.

The taste of Huai Shu's blood is very similar to his, but isn't it the same for all human blood?

You Ye, who has never tasted other people's blood, has no way of knowing.

Yuno exhaled lightly.

There were six days left, but he had a hunch that the turning point would come soon.

On the second day of filming, it was still raining non-stop. Fortunately, all the scenes during the day were arranged in the manor.

The play in the portrait corridor was performed near dusk in the afternoon, and now the sky was getting darker, and the whole corridor was shrouded in damp twilight.

This scene happened on the first evening of Su Mang's stay in the manor. When friends were having a party and drinking in the banquet hall, under the guidance of the sixth sense, Su Mang left the crowd and walked through the restaurant alone to the corridor full of portraits. , He admired these portraits almost obsessively. In a trance, he saw his own face from the portraits. He and the "self" in the painting looked at each other, and the corners of the portrait's lips raised to reveal sharp teeth.

In the play, Su Mang thought that he was hallucinating after drinking, but it was actually a clue for the plot, and the portrait existed as a metaphor for his second personality.

This scene particularly tested the skills of the actors. In order to make the whole scene feel like being "surveilled", Director Huai used handheld photography to follow the protagonist to the promenade.

The road through the restaurant to the promenade is not short. Followed by the camera, the wild movements and performance rhythm along the way are textbook-level precision. Through the camera, he shows the protagonist Su Mang being afraid, shaken, and unable to bear it. The tentative attitude comes across as authentic and believable.

The staff standing in front of the monitor with Director Huai couldn't take their eyes off at the moment. Although they were on the set, they were horrified by the sense of suspense conveyed by the camera and the actors.

The scene reporter behind him and the production assistant whispered to each other: "Xia Baidong is really amazing, just looking at it like this makes me feel a little hairy."

"Yes, his movements and reactions are very accurate, and it is easy to draw people's associations..."

Director Huai made a gesture of "shh" to them, and the two immediately fell silent.

The camera followed You Ye to the end of the portrait corridor. He stopped in front of the painting, and the camera captured Su Mang's astonishment, fear, and imperceptibly restrained expectation when he saw the portrait.

Everything heralded the coming of some kind of miracle, his slightly dilated pupils reflected the portrait.

Su Mang's hand, which was trying to touch the portrait, stopped in mid-air, trembling, and carefully kept a distance.

Su Mang knew that hallucinations were very fragile, and any sensory changes could break them.

Time stood still, so quiet that only he and "him" in the portrait remained.

"Su Mang? Why did you come here? They're all looking for you."

As the voice of Lilian played by Tong Wan sounded, Su Mang's hand shook suddenly, like a child who was hiding in a closet playing a secret game and was smashed. He was ashamed and helpless for a moment, and subconsciously retracted his outstretched hand. behind.

"I'll be right here." Su Mang's voice was a little flustered.

The camera stabilized, and the picture showed the portrait again. At this time, the portrait had been replaced with another one, and the Su Mang in the previous painting no longer existed.

The face of "Su Mang" in the monitor is quiet and flat, only restrained sadness flashes in his eyes.

He turned and left the corridor.

"Cut, it's over." Huai Shu took off the earphones.

The performance of this scene was very difficult, and it was added temporarily. The actors didn't have time to brew their emotions in advance. Originally, it was expected to take a few more shots, but the scene became smooth and accurate when it came to You Ye, almost all of them were over.

After each scene is filmed, You Ye's acting skills will bring surprises to the crew.

"Some people stand there for a while, and their whole body is full of drama."

"Hey, it's not about the actor's basic skills, knowing how to control the expression and posture in front of the camera."

"Indeed, people do change. I used to look at Xia Baidong's face. It was good-looking, but it felt too peaceful. It was a boring and boring beauty. But this time I found that he was very cinematic in the camera. The so-called advantages of appearance and temperament can also be trained the day after tomorrow."

……

It took You Ye 10 minutes to get out of the role, and Huai Shu came over with a bottle of water: "Thank you."

"Thank you," You Ye took the water, then glanced at his left ring finger: "Does it still hurt?"

Huai Shu shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, it's a very shallow wound."

At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the rain gradually stopped.

Lights were lit in the manor.

"When I saw that painting, I was shocked." The place where You Ye was sitting was just illuminated by the corridor lamp, just like in front of the camera, the light exposed all the subtle expressions on his face to Huai Shu.

He continued, "Your painting style is very similar to the ones in the hallway. If I hadn't looked at your paintings, I would have thought they were made by the same artist."

Huai Shu smiled: "Really? It seems that I am very good at imitating."

After a pause, he met You Ye's gaze, "Are you satisfied? That portrait."

Before You Ye could speak, his answer was interrupted by another voice——

"Director Huai."

The boy in charge of the props walked towards the two of them holding the portrait of "Xia Baidong". He still looked like he was afraid of making eye contact with others. He said, "The steward of this painting asked us to get it down first."

Because the boy's attitude was a bit strange during the filming yesterday, You Ye had specifically inquired that the prop master's name was Wang Beizheng, and he was a social fear who didn't like to deal with people, so You Ye had no impression of him before.

Wang Beizheng turned the front of the portrait towards himself, and the knuckles holding the portrait turned white, as if he was secretly exerting force.

Such a posture is either very nervous or reluctant.

But You Ye had seen Wang Beizheng communicate with Huai Shu before, and he didn't seem as uncomfortable as he is now. Could it be because he was there?

As if sensing that You Ye was looking at him, Wang Beizheng quietly raised his eyes and lowered them quickly.

The feeling of uneasiness became more obvious.

"What do you think is the right way to deal with it? If it is not needed for subsequent shooting, I can put it in the prop room first." Wang Beizheng continued.

Huai Shu didn't answer right away, as if he was thinking about how to properly handle the painting.

You Ye suddenly said, "Director Huai, can you give me this painting?"

The author says:

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