Darnell made a round in the kitchen, poured two glasses of water, and then went to the balcony to bring in Cierra, who was almost falling asleep from the breeze.
"Here, drink some water, don't be so angry." He placed one glass of water in front of Basil and handed the other to Cierra. "By the way, Cierra, you don't have any kissing experience, do you?" Darnell had started calling her Cierra since yesterday, following Miya's lead.
Cierra almost choked on her water. She blushed, swallowed the water, and awkwardly shook her head, feeling like crying inside. She was only eighteen, and Cynthia had repeatedly told her she couldn't date until she got into college. How was she supposed to give away her first kiss?
"No kissing experience? That's okay, I can teach you." Darnell winked at her, but Cierra felt a chill run down her spine. Why did she feel that Darnell had no good intentions?
"I said there's no kiss scene, don't you understand!" Basil almost roared. He felt that many things were off today, even himself. He was especially impulsive and irritable, and found people particularly annoying, like Darnell right now.
"Oh, no kiss scene, huh? Cierra, do you have any bed scene experience?" Darnell, seemingly fearless, asked with a slight smirk in his bright eyes.
Cierra thought, oh my god, Darnell must be looking for trouble. She hadn't done anything to provoke him, right? She blushed furiously, even her ears turned red, and she covered her face with both hands—or rather, one hand and one mummified hand—refusing to answer.
"I has plenty of practical experience in bed. I can teach you—" Darnell drawled, winking suggestively, and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt as if to lift it. Then there was a dull thud, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.
Cierra lowered her hands to see Darnell sitting on the floor, while Basil stood there, fists clenched in exasperation. "Darnell! I told you there are no bed scenes, don't you understand?" The director had snapped. He picked up his phone from the couch, dialed a number, and soon it seemed to connect. He shouted into the phone, "Salma, if you don't delete all those kiss and bed scenes as I said, don't bother coming to work the day after tomorrow!"
Wham! Not only had the director just knocked someone to the ground, but after hanging up the call, he threw his phone again.
Oh my gosh, Cierra's heart was pounding with fear.
Darnell got up from the floor, clutching his stomach as he sneaked onto the nearby couch, laughing to himself. Oh wow, this show was too good. So, Director Han cared this much about Cierra! Even Salma saw through it immediately, it was so obvious that even he could see it.
But the more Basil looked at Darnell, the more annoyed he felt. Basil sneered, "Are you planning to go against me now?"
Darnell covered his mouth, trying not to laugh. He wasn't looking to die, so why stupidly go head-to-head with Basil now? He raised his hands and stood up from the couch, "Zander will be back soon. Why don't you two stay for dinner? I'll see what we have in the fridge to serve you."
When Darnell left, only Basil and Cierra were left in the living room. The atmosphere between the two silent individuals was very tense. Wanting to say something to ease the tension, Cierra cautiously picked up the phone from the ground and handed it to Basil respectfully. "Mr. Logan, so I don't need to shoot the kiss scenes anymore?"
Today, she was wearing a bright yellow two-piece off-shoulder top. Amid the chaos earlier, the inner piece somehow shifted, revealing her alluring cleavage, seemingly teasing and inviting at the same time.
Basil lowered his eyes and saw this scene. His face heated up immediately, as if something exploded in his mind, and the next second, two streams of moisture flowed from his nose.
"Mr. Logan, why are you having a nosebleed?" Cierra exclaimed in shock, quickly grabbing tissues from the table and handing them to Basil. "Press here first." Then, clumsily using her remaining left hand, she gently pressed the sides of his nose. Due to her injured right hand being a hindrance, she had to kneel very close to him to help him lean slightly against the back of the sofa.
Now, the beautiful chest that had caused Basil's nosebleed was right in front of him, swaying openly. Cierra wasn't voluptuous, but her breasts were proportionate and full, like ripe peaches waiting to be picked. He subconsciously swallowed, realizing that the blood in his nose was flowing even more heavily, as if it had worsened.
"Oh no, it doesn't seem to be stopping. Darnell, come help!" Cierra, seeing that she couldn't control the situation, quickly called for Darnell, but she kept her left hand pressing on Basil's nose.
Although his nasal cavity was filled with the thick smell of blood, a faint, familiar sweet scent seemed to find its way through. Basil wondered if he was feeling lightheaded from blood loss, as he couldn't resist the urge to nuzzle his head against Cierra's chest.
He wasn't a pervert!
Basil was startled by his own absurd thought. He suddenly sat up straight, and his lips accidentally brushed against Cierra's cheek before she could avoid it. This not only stunned the director but also left Cierra frozen in shock from the unexpected intimate contact.
When Darnell ran out from the kitchen, he saw the two of them very close together, one looking awkward and the other shy.
