Capturing My Demon King Costar

MY COSTAR DRIES MY TEARS

A deafening silence falls over the room.

Everyone looks wide-eyed between Yao Shen and Xin Hulei.

"Yao laoshi, please don't be angry," the casting director starts, her tone conciliatory.

The director chuckles awkwardly, and in an obvious attempt to lighten the mood, says, "Young people are so passionate."

Yao Shen feels his skin heating up with embarrassment. Yet again, Xin Hulei is making a fool out of him.

[Host did most of the work himself.]

Yao Shen curses the system. Why is he siding with the Demon King Yao Shen is supposed to capture?

Tan Liansi gives him an amused look from across the table, her arms crossed in front of her slim chest. "I don't know if it's a good thing that our leads are having disagreements so early on."

Yao Shen scowls and looks down at his lap. The worst part is that she's right.

He's not really sending the strongest message to the directing team by jumping at Xin Hulei's throat the moment they meet.

But he just can't stand the guy -- there's something about his perfect face and cold voice that makes Yao Shen's blood boil.

Maybe it has something to do with being tasked with capturing him -- maybe this is the sort of natural animosity all Exorcists feel for Demons.

Xin Hulei doesn't say anything for a long time, merely giving Yao Shen a cool, accessing look from beneath the fan of his long lashes.

Which is why it's such a surprise when he slides his chair backwards and gets up to his feet, straightening himself to his full height with a feline shrug of his shoulders.

"Come with me," he tells Yao Shen, nodding towards one of the open doorways across from the room they're in.

Yao Shen wavers, his fingers digging painfully into the chair's armrests as he looks up at Xin Hulei's calm face.

In the end, he doesn't have any choice but to follow him.

He's overly conscious of all the gazes of the cast and crew on his back as he follows behind Xin Hulei into an empty room.

As soon as Yao Shen walks in, Xin Hulei closes the door behind him and leans his hip against one of the desks in the center of the room.

"Will we be able to work together?" he asks, Yao Shen, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie.

For a brief moment, Yao Shen has to try and reconcile the image of the smartly dressed man he's used to seeing on red carpet events on TV, with the young man in casual sportswear in front of him.

It's frustrating that the casualness of his outfit doesn't detract anything from his looks, if anything it makes him look even more attractive.

Xin Hulei lets out a quiet sigh and runs his hands through his hair, pushing the longer strands away from his face.

Yao Shen's eyes are drawn to the silver ring on his left ear. He had no idea Xin Hulei had pierced ears. Somehow he doesn't look like the type -- too straitlaced for something so impulsive and rebellious. Especially considering that he'll have to go to the trouble of taking the piercing out while filming.

Yao Shen really doesn't know what to make of him.

But he does know how to answer his question.

"Yes," he says, gritting his teeth and plastering on a smile. "I'm sorry for losing my temper, that was really unprofessional."