Part 5
"Oh, I know about this! I saw a marketing account post about it before, Hua Yan seems to have some kind of sun allergy, or innate light sensitivity or something, I can't remember the specifics, but he has a similar condition, so he often wears sunglasses outdoors, and prefers long sleeves and pants. Today it's not that sunny, but for this special group, the UV rays can still be quite uncomfortable."
"I see... That sounds pretty unfortunate, the poor handsome guy. But with this explanation, it's even more heartwarming, remembering to help put the glasses on for his teammate like that. Can't blame me, it's a bit addictive to ship."
Originally they just wanted to use the phone camera to zoom in and watch the fun, the two chatting for a while, unable to hold back their silly smiles, only then thinking to hit the record button.
Since they hadn't officially started filming yet, the video was still blurry, so keeping it as a private memento of this rare experience should be fine.
It's just a pity that as soon as they hit the record button, they saw another member come over, and when Hua Yan's hand seemed to be reaching up to Berlin's neck, the member grabbed Hua Yan's arm and pulled him away.
Soon, the three of them went into the tent used for changing clothes, and they couldn't see them anymore.
The crucial interaction at the beginning wasn't recorded, only capturing some side details.
"Ah... Who was the member that pulled Hua Yan away?"
"The blond one, I think it was Wu Hengyao? This group's CP can be freely arranged in any combination, one video could have a hundred and eight different interpretations, every pair can be shipped at the same time, a chaotic battlefield of delusions."
"Why did he pull him away? I haven't seen enough yet."
"Are you serious, you're already emotionally invested after just a little bit?"
"Don't say that, I do feel like I'm getting hooked... Let me go check if there's a CP discussion forum..."
The reality was vastly different from the bystanders' imagination.
The content captured in the video also differed greatly from what actually happened.
The reason Berlin took the tissue in advance was because if the staff member took another step forward, they would have seen Hua Yan's uncontrolled changes.
The corners of his eyes became increasingly narrowed, his already high-bridged nose became even more pronounced and exquisite, his sculpted features constantly refining to an ethereal level of precision, his pale skin hard as metal, with an eerie thornlike pattern spreading from the area under his eyes to his temples.
Those black, opaque pupils had turned into a deep, rich wine red, while his lips were as pale as a ghost wandering at midnight.
Hua Yan was exerting his entire being to control himself from harming Berlin.
He was suppressing the instinctive blood-thirsty desire, so he had already sensed the staff member approaching, but couldn't spare the attention to deal with it.
Berlin reacted quickly, taking the tissue and thanking the staff member with a smile, without a second thought pulling down Hua Yan's sunglasses to cover the most obvious change in his eyes.
Fortunately, the staff member didn't come over and just turned around and left.
Hua Yan lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on Berlin's pale neck.
The long, delicate neck, with the thin skin over the pulsing veins, the speed of the blood flow so clear it seemed to be vibrating in his mind, even gradually accelerating.
The location of the carotid artery.
The resistance of humans is negligible, the fragile skin only needs a light scratch of the fingertip, and the warm, scalding blood will gush out endlessly.
Hua Yan stared intently, gradually, the only thing he could hear in his mind was the thunderous sound of a rapid heartbeat.
The faint but distinct scent of blood lingered in the air, becoming more and more persistent the closer it was to Berlin.
He was mesmerized, unable to control himself as he reached out, wanting to feel it more clearly.
Vampires are the immortal undead who have ceased to decay. No heartbeat, no breathing, no body temperature.
Hua Yan could sense Berlin's breathing accelerating due to nervousness, his consciousness telling him that he had overstepped, that he couldn't do this, or Berlin might be afraid of him, and that was not what he wanted.
But he had endured for too long.
Finally, his icy fingers fell on Berlin's neck, feeling the unprecedented warmth.
He finally felt the pulsing heartbeat as the blood flowed through his fingers.
But before he could do anything, Wu Hengyao firmly gripped his arm, silently warning him with his gaze.
Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies, and even though they had been forced to coexist peacefully for two years, Hua Yan and Wu Hengyao still couldn't stand each other in private.
Hua Yan frowned, Wu Hengyao's sharp claws breaking through his hard skin, embedding into his body.
Normally, Hua Yan would have fought Wu Hengyao without a second thought.
But now, Hua Yan closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and low, barely audible, "...You can let go."
Wu Hengyao looked at him skeptically, and before the tense atmosphere around Hua Yan could worsen, he released his grip as requested.
Afraid that the staff would notice Hua Yan's abnormality, Berlin hurriedly pulled him into the tent.
The three figures disappeared into the tent.
Hua Yan furrowed his brow and closed his eyes, and a familiar cup appeared in his hand in the blink of an eye.
He gulped down several mouthfuls in a speed Berlin could hardly follow, before slowly relaxing the tightly creased brow.
The faintly visible fangs quickly retracted, the lines at the corners of his eyes rapidly fading, the red in his pupils dissipating like the receding tide.
Wu Hengyao crossed his arms, observing him, "Wasn't seen by anyone, right?"
Hua Yan made an effort to calm his still-agitated emotions, deliberately avoiding looking at Berlin.
He responded vaguely, "...Probably."
Hoping it would be of some use, Berlin found a bandage in his own bag and quickly applied it.
But even with his speed, the time felt like an eternity for Hua Yan.
After a while, Hua Yan was the first to stand up, fleeing the tent as if escaping.
Before leaving, he threw out a sentence.
"...Don't get injured again."
The staff had finished setting up the temporary scene, and the filming proceeded without any delay, starting immediately.
No one noticed the middle-aged man standing on the high steps at the back of the beach.
He was a scalper photographer.
Today, he had taken on a lucrative job to shoot a very famous top-tier boy group.
At this moment, he was staring in shock at the photos in his camera.
What... was this situation?
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