40: Chapter 40 Dilraba is scared away by a ghost story!

Dilraba giggled. For some reason, she especially loved watching Lin Chen pretend to be an expert.

"Husband, what do you think of my aptitude?" Dilraba leaned forward.

Lin Chen didn't answer directly, his large hand instinctively resting on her flat, smooth belly. "If you only want to learn the basics and just imitate how others speak, it won't take long. You'll see results after practicing for a while."

"Besides, learning Ventriloquism has a huge advantage: it can help you completely master your line delivery. In the future, you can use your own voice for acting and won't need to hire voice actors anymore."

Dilraba thought about it seriously for a moment, then immediately clapped her fair, delicate hands in delight.

"That's right! How could I have forgotten about that! Husband, you must teach me properly. My line delivery has always been terrible. Since I started acting, I've done so many shows, but I've never used my own voice; I've always relied on post-production dubbing."

Lin Chen felt quite surprised. "You rely on post-production dubbing for all your parts?"

Dilraba nodded, looking aggrieved.

Lin Chen was speechless. It seemed the Chinese entertainment industry's neglect of line delivery was truly appalling.

"The core of Ventriloquism is imitation. Don't aim for one-hundred-percent perfection when you're just starting out—even ordinary people can't do that. You just need to capture the unique essence of a voice. For example, your voice has a distinct characteristic..."

Lin Chen wrapped his arms around Dilraba's hot, soft body and began to explain patiently.

Usually, when encountering such a highly specialized craft, the old-timers are all particular about sect rules.

Just like Crosstalk—if you don't hold a banquet to formally apprentice, you won't be able to learn the real skills.

Lin Chen didn't care about these superficial formalities at all.

For one, he had countless god-level skills.

Secondly, at his master-level realm, sectarian bias had long become a joke.

The most crucial point was that Dilraba was his woman. He would absolutely teach his own wife everything he knew.

Teacher Lin was officially on the job.

His master-level teaching skills were firing on all cylinders.

The teaching process wasn't boring at all; instead, it was vivid, lively, and easy to understand.

To guide her on where to produce sound, Lin Chen's large palms would occasionally press against Dilraba's chest and the base of her neck to feel the vibration frequency.

The skin-to-skin contact made Dilraba gasp repeatedly.

The two of them, one teaching and one learning, completely lost track of time.

It wasn't until Yang Mi finished her morning scenes and walked back to the tent that they were jolted awake, realizing it was already noon.

"What are you two chatting about?"

Yang Mi walked up to them, bent down directly, and planted a heavy kiss on Lin Chen's face, leaving a bright red lip print.

It was strange.

When she first lifted the tent flap and saw Dilraba sitting tightly on Lin Chen's lap, Yang Mi had expected to be overcome with jealousy.

But in reality, her heart was peaceful, and not a trace of jealousy stirred.

The wild experience of the three-person melee last night had completely changed the way they interacted.

This was definitely a wonderful benefit brought about by their threesome.

Yang Mi was sweltering today, and her long costume dress was half removed.

Her upper body was left with only a tight black lace camisole.

Her two plump, fair mounds were ready to burst out, and her deep cleavage was filled with glistening, fragrant sweat, exuding an alluring, mature feminine scent.

"Husband is teaching me Ventriloquism!" Dilraba boasted with a giggle.

"Ventriloquism?"

"Mmhmm! It's ridiculously good! Husband can imitate anyone's voice exactly." Dilraba's pretty face was filled with pride.

Yang Mi looked at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen smiled casually and demonstrated a few different voices on the spot to show her.

Yang Mi's reaction was completely different.

A trace of surprise flashed across her face at first, but she returned to calmness after a few seconds.

Dilraba looked puzzled. "Sister Mi, don't you find it amazing? Hey, that blasé expression on your face makes it seem like you can do it too."

Yang Mi rolled her eyes seductively. "I've long known that Husband is an all-around genius. Being shocked once or twice is enough; why would I make a fuss every single time? I'm already used to it."

Dilraba looked at Yang Mi, then turned to look at Lin Chen, pouting her red lips as she remarked, "You two are really good at showing off."

"Smack! Smack!"

Lin Chen and Yang Mi, in perfect sync, raised their hands simultaneously.

Left and right, they slapped heavily on Reba's high, rounded peach-like buttocks.

Two crisp sounds erupted at once.

The plump, fair flesh instantly rippled with an alluring wave.

Reba let out a shy cry, covered her bottom, and ran a few steps away, complaining aggrievedly, "You two are bullying me together!"

Lin Chen got up to prepare lunch outside the tent.

Yang Mi held her script, half-lying on a folding chair to memorize her lines.

She crossed her snow-white legs, the edges of her shorts digging into her skin, creating a provocative mark.

This show was almost finished filming, and the rest was all long, solo scenes for the female lead, which was quite a heavy workload.

Reba was bored out of her mind.

She had very few scattered scenes left and was idle all day.

She ran outside, circled around Lin Chen at the stove, acted coquettishly, and took advantage of him by rubbing against him.

Suddenly, she remembered the story her husband had recorded specifically for her that she hadn't listened to yet.

She happily ran back to the tent, curled her long, fair legs up on the chair, put on her headphones, opened the audio on her phone, and listened with great interest.

...

"Lunch is ready!"

Lin Chen walked into the tent carrying steaming food.

Yang Mi immediately went up to meet him, affectionately hugging Lin Chen's arm.

As she pressed her body against him, her two high, soft mounds were directly pressed against the man's arm.

"Husband, take a look at Reba!" She pointed to the side with her chin.

Reba's state at this moment was very strange.

Wearing headphones, she was curled up on the chair, her long, fair legs tightly pressed together in tension.

The edge of her shorts had rolled up to the top of her thighs, revealing a glimpse of hidden, alluring scenery.

She was staring intently at her phone screen, completely unaware of Lin Chen entering the room.

Her stunningly beautiful face was full of concentration, occasionally showing a look of terror and fear.

A few drops of fragrant sweat slid down her snow-white neck and disappeared directly into her deep cleavage.

Seeing this, a gratified smile appeared on the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

It seemed that the ghost blows out the light recorded with his master-level god-tier skill was indeed devastatingly effective.

"She's listening to an audio story." Lin Chen explained casually.

"Listening to a story?"

"Yeah. Seeing that you guys were bored waiting for scenes, I recorded a novel segment yesterday."

Yang Mi's watery, peach-blossom eyes instantly lit up, and her face was filled with a happy, charming smile.

She tiptoed on her fair feet, leaned up, and planted a heavy kiss on Lin Chen's lips, even playfully sticking out her pink tongue to lick them. "I want to listen too; I can't let her have it all to herself."

After saying that, Yang Mi walked behind Reba and slapped her fair, fragrant shoulder with her jade-like hand. "Hey!"

"Ah!"

Reba, who was immersed in the horrific, suspenseful atmosphere, let out a shrill scream.

Her delicate body trembled violently, and she was so scared that she fell right off the chair.

If Lin Chen hadn't been quick-witted and scooped her into his arms, she definitely would have fallen flat on her face.

Reba lay in Lin Chen's arms, still shaken.

She patted her chest, panting heavily for a long time before she could catch her breath. "Yang Mi! People can die from being scared by others, you know!"

Yang Mi chuckled. "Is it really that exaggerated? What kind of ghost story are you actually listening to?"