Chapter 212 MV

At noon on Wednesday, the crew from MCA (Music Corporation of America) moved into Li Mochen's rehearsal apartment to set up the scene.

Although it was Los Angeles Brokerage Culture Co., Ltd. that had previously sent Li Mochen an inquiry, the formal contract was signed between Belinda Harris herself and MCA.

Since the MV was co-funded by these two parties, MCA delayed for a while before approving the budget plan for this music short film, and it wasn't until Wednesday that they began filming.

This music video was very simple; Li Mochen just had to dance with Belinda Harris and then shoot a few cool-looking shots.

The dance itself was relatively complex, but for a seventh-level magical energy professional, it wasn't too difficult, especially for an old monster like Li Mochen, it was even less of a problem.

So Belinda Harris had sent a dance instructor ahead of time on Monday to guide him, and Li Mochen mastered it in just two hours.

What made him frown was that the dance involved a lot of physical contact, and the two had to maintain eye contact most of the time.

But for the sake of money, Li Mochen didn't mind much. Right now, he only wanted money; the gold shields he had been spending like water these past few days were driving him crazy.

On the day of filming, not only was Eliza, who was actually serving as Li Mochen's assistant, present, but Angela also came to watch under the pretext of being a friend observing.

“By the Light God above, no wonder you're the Lucky Prince who's taken all of America by storm. Andre, you are truly handsome. I'm already regretting hiring you—you're practically stealing all my spotlight.”

Belinda Harris's outfit for the MV shoot was a crisscross halter evening gown, bold in design and stunningly beautiful. When she emerged from the guest room serving as a temporary dressing room, everyone, including Angela, couldn't help but turn their heads.

But as she walked over to Li Mochen, the first thing she noticed was the icy glare from Eliza and Angela. She couldn't help but burst into laughter: “Look, those two girls over there, all puffed up, looking like they want to eat me alive. Are they both your girlfriends?”

“Belinda, you're overthinking. I'm still a student, and this has nothing to do with today's shoot, right?”

Li Mochen genuinely felt that the singer was dressed far too boldly—it was practically just a few straps (description omitted), leaving him unsure where to look. The key issue was that the SEX drive inside him was stirring again.

Ever since the injuries in his spirit began to heal and he gradually synced with the original owner's lingering soul, he hadn't experienced such a loss of control in a long time.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly—the original Li Mochen had absolutely no moral restraint in this regard. The object of his current admiration and longing was watching right beside him, and yet he was getting aroused by some woman of unknown origin?

“Andre, you're so cold.”

Whether Belinda Harris felt a chill or not, she hugged her shoulders. Then that pair of dazzling white things became even more conspicuous, making one worry they might pop out.

“Don't be like that, okay? During the shoot, we're lovers—we need to get into the mood. I think you should try looking at me with a different kind of gaze, one full of deep affection.”

But Li Mochen thought to himself that he was currently in a state of war with someone, and Hazel hadn't been rescued yet—they didn't even know where she was. At this moment, he was so anxious he was practically fuming; how could he muster any tender, affectionate gaze? What he could basically show was one filled with sexual desire.

However, the image consultant assigned to Li Mochen by the Nathan Group saved him: "No, Miss Harris, I think you've misunderstood. Our contract stipulated that our Lucky Prince's image should be calm and aloof; he shouldn't show too much emotion in this MV."

Belinda Harris twitched the corner of her mouth, but then burst into a bright smile: "Let's get familiar first. We haven't danced this piece together yet; before filming, we need to adapt to each other."

Li Mochen nodded. Belinda was right about that—everyone has their own dance style, and their height and weight differ. Although he had practiced with the dance coach Belinda had sent, that was, after all, not Belinda herself.

Soon, the living room of the duplex apartment turned into their dance floor. As Li Mochen and Belinda danced gracefully together, everyone watching showed expressions of amazement and admiration.

"It's like the prince and princess from a fairy tale—"

Elisa was also stunned, muttering discontentedly: "But they're too close. Who designed this? It's even more excessive than a cheek-to-cheek dance."

She was actually a bit envious and really wanted to dance such a piece with Li Mochen.

But Elisa soon noticed a faint grinding of teeth beside her. It was Angela, whose hands were clenched tightly, making a cracking sound.

Elisa looked over in confusion, her tone sarcastic: "Is it necessary? It's just an MV. Can't you stand it? It's only a few minutes of footage; it'll be over soon."

She guessed that the person beside her might be the one Li Mochen truly liked, so seeing Angela made her heart ache, and she hadn't recovered from it yet.

"What do you know?"

Angela, rare in her temper, said irritably: "She has the bloodline of a succubus and is a descendant of the love goddess Venus."

Elisa looked more closely and then noticed something wrong. She saw that in Belinda Harris's eyes, a pink luster lingered. Correspondingly, Li Mochen's breathing was rapid, and an unnatural flush appeared on his face.

Elisa frowned and was about to intervene, but as she started to move, she suddenly felt a numbness in her waist and ribs. Someone had struck her there with a knife handle, and the tiny electric current transmitted caused her to lose mobility temporarily.

It came out of nowhere, from a very close distance, leaving her no time to react.

"I'm sorry, Miss Targaryen, but I think it's better for us to wait and see."

Elisa realized it was Angela's head maid, Lena Adric, and became even more puzzled: "What are you doing? Since you know she's using her succubus abilities, why don't you stop him?"

Angela crossed her arms, pouted, and turned her head away, as if she didn't want to look at the couple on the dance floor anymore, nor did she intend to respond to Elisa.

"My lady was hurt by this woman before. At Stellar Noble Academy, she had two male friends who were mutually interested, but just as they were about to start dating, they turned against her because of Belinda's charm—one of them was even her first love."

Lena Adric explained with a wry smile: "Don't be fooled by her usual gentleness; deep down, she's proud and aloof. She believes that a friendship that can be shattered by Belinda Harris's succubus magic isn't a true friendship. For her, today's MV can be considered a trial."