179: Chapter 174 The Fall

"No," Ning Yutong's face flushed.

Yu Heng didn't move, just stood there watching her.

"Why not?" Yu Heng asked. "I've already touched you, what's wrong with looking?"

"It's just not allowed." Ning Yutong turned her face away. "Go out."

"And if I don't?" Yu Heng took another step forward.

The distance between them was very close. She instinctively backed away until her back hit the wardrobe.

"Yu Heng..." Her voice softened. "Don't be like this..."

He just looked at her. Ning Yutong pursed her lips and spoke after a moment, "Then don't touch me, okay? Wait until after we finish filming the video... then..."

"Alright!" Yu Heng agreed with a smile. "Change then!"

She bit her lower lip and draped the dress over the low stool nearby.

She raised her hands and grabbed the hem of her sweater.

Her movements were slow, rolling it up bit by bit.

When the sweater came off, it left her hair a bit messy.

With her head lowered, she folded the sweater twice and placed it on the stool.

Then she started changing into the dress, pulling it over her head.

She reached behind her back, pulled the zipper halfway up, and then turned around.

"I can't zip it up," she said in a small voice.

Yu Heng walked over and stood behind her.

His fingers brushed against the skin on her back as the zipper teeth meshed together bit by bit until they reached the top.

"Turn around and let me see," Yu Heng said.

Ning Yutong turned around. The neckline wasn't very low, but the fabric was a bit thin, revealing the silhouette underneath.

"That's good." Yu Heng stepped back a couple of paces and looked her over. "Fix your hair; it's a bit messy."

Ning Yutong walked to the dressing mirror and smoothed her hair with her hands.

"Let's start filming," she said.

Yu Heng turned around, his gaze lingering on her for a couple of seconds.

"Twirl around for me," he said.

Ning Yutong slowly turned in a circle.

The hem of the dress flared out before settling back against her legs.

"It's alright," Yu Heng said, picking up the camera. "The neckline is just a bit wide. Don't move too much later, or you might expose yourself."

He looked very professional while saying this, but Ning Yutong still felt her ears burning.

"Come over here," Yu Heng walked to the window. "Stand here; the light is good."

She walked over and stood in the spot he indicated.

"Look at me," Yu Heng raised the camera. "Don't be nervous, be natural."

Ning Yutong looked into the lens.

"Your expression is too stiff," Yu Heng lowered the camera. "Relax a bit, think of something happy."

Something happy?

What happy things did she have right now?

"I can't relax," she said.

Ning Yutong was forced to lift her head and look at him.

"Yes, that's the look. A bit of resistance, a bit of evasion. It's quite good."

He stepped back behind the camera and raised it again.

"Hold that."

The sound of the shutter clicked in a rapid series.

Ning Yutong maintained the pose until her neck felt a bit sore.

"Change poses," Yu Heng said. "Sit on the bed, sideways. Keep your legs together and support yourself with your hands on the bed."

She walked over and sat down as instructed.

The mattress was soft, and she sank into it slightly.

"Legs," Yu Heng directed from behind the lens. "Together, and relax a bit."

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The filming process took nearly an hour.

Yu Heng had her change into three different outfits and pose in various spots around the room.

"Alright." Yu Heng put down the camera and checked the screen. "That's about it."

Yu Heng put the camera in the bag and zipped it up.

Then he walked to the door and placed his hand on the handle.

"The video is finished," he said.

Ning Yutong hummed in response and stood up from the bed.

"Then can we start now?" Yu Heng asked.

Ning Yutong pursed her lips. "Can you lock the door?"

"Sure." Yu Heng glanced at her, pressed down, and the door locked.

Yu Heng walked back to the bed, sat down, and patted the spot next to him.

"Come here," he said.

Ning Yutong walked over and sat beside him.

Yu Heng didn't touch her immediately. He leaned against the headboard and turned his head to look at her.

"Before, it was always me making you feel good," he said. "This time, why don't you make me feel good for a change?"

Ning Yutong let out a small gasp. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide.

"How..." she murmured.

Yu Heng smiled but didn't say anything.

Ning Yutong frowned, and after a moment, she understood. Her face instantly heated up.

"I..." she murmured, "I don't know how."

"You'll learn if you try."

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Ning Yutong looked up at Yu Heng.

"Do I have to?" she asked.

"You promised just now," Yu Heng said.

She bit her lip and lowered her head.

She smelled his scent first; it wasn't unpleasant.

He didn't rush her or move; this kind of thing couldn't be hurried.

For a first time, being able to do this was already considered quite good.

Ning Yutong turned her head slightly and caught her breath.

"No rush," he said in a low voice.

He knew she had already fallen, but there was no need to state things explicitly, like asking if she accepted him or not.

This was the best state for things to be in right now. Asking would only make it difficult for her.

Let everything remain unspoken for now. Once she truly got used to it and grew to like it, it wouldn't be too late to confirm.

As long as there were no problems, there was no need to change anything.

"Downstairs..." She suddenly remembered something. "Will they..."

"They won't," Yu Heng said. "Filming a video takes time anyway."

He was right. Ning Yutong breathed a small sigh of relief.

But she still felt a bit flustered. This feeling of doing something behind people's backs... "Go wash your face," Yu Heng said.

When Ning Yutong came out of the bathroom, Yu Heng had already packed the camera bag and was standing by the window, looking out.

"Finished?" He turned his head.

"Mhm." Ning Yutong nodded.

"Then let's go down." Yu Heng picked up the camera bag. "Don't keep them waiting too long."

The two of them went downstairs one after the other.

In the living room, Bai Xinran was still reading the script, and Zhou Mengqi was slumped over the table playing on her phone.

Hearing footsteps, Zhou Mengqi looked up. "Finished filming?"

"Yeah." Yu Heng placed the camera bag on the table. "That's it for today."

Bai Xinran closed the script. "Then Mengqi and I will pack up the props."

"Okay," Yu Heng said. "Yu Tong, come over and take a look at what we just shot."

Ning Yutong walked over, and Yu Heng turned the camera screen toward her.

On the screen was her wearing the white dress. The light hitting her profile made her look... quite beautiful.

"These clips can be edited in." Yu Heng swiped the screen with his finger. "What do you think?"

"Anything is fine," Ning Yutong said.

She didn't actually have the heart to watch the video; her mind was still on what had happened upstairs.

"Then I'll give it to you once I've finished editing." Yu Heng turned off the camera.

Zhou Mengqi came over. "President, are we still filming next week?"

"Of course," Yu Heng said. "We'll film every week from now on."