Seven years after transmigrating, he was cornered at the head of the bed by a cold and aloof empress

Chapter 152 Su Qingge: Hmph, tonight I'll punish you... No stopping!

An ambiguous atmosphere filled the air, making hearts race.

Su Qingge's words, "I'll punish you so you can't stop," were like a light feather that scratched hard on Lin Zhou's heart.

He looked at the alluring woman before him, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"Honey, you said it yourself."

"It'll be no use begging for mercy later, and it won't be any use shouting your lungs out."

With a look of grim determination, Lin Zhou lay down on the soft bed, striking an extremely alluring "please do as you please" pose, closing his eyes and looking on with anticipation.

"Come on, ravage me to your heart's content!"

"Whether it's a whip or dripping candle wax, I can endure it all for you!"

However, the expected warm and soft beauty did not come rushing towards her.

Instead, there was a rustling sound of rummaging around, followed by a pungent and overpowering medicinal smell that instantly shattered the romantic atmosphere in the room.

Lin Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.

Su Qingge was kneeling beside him, holding not some sex toy, but a bottle of brown liniment.

"this……"

Lin Zhou's lips twitched, and the heat he had felt earlier instantly cooled down.

"Honey, have our tastes become so strong lately? Do we need to add the flavor of medicine to enhance the experience?"

"Shut up and lie down."

Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, poured the safflower oil into her palm, and rubbed her hands together vigorously to warm them up.

"During the day on set, I saw you running up and down without stopping for a moment. Don't you want to take care of your legs?"

"If the director can't walk tomorrow, I, the leading actress, will lose face."

As she spoke, she placed her hands, which she usually used to hold microphones and trophies, on Lin Zhou's calves.

The force was unprofessional, even a bit clumsy, making Lin Zhou grimace.

"Ouch—gently, gently! This is meat, not dough!"

"Bear with it!"

Although Su Qingge spoke fiercely, her hands unconsciously softened considerably.

Warm palms coated with medicated oil gently massaged the stiff muscles.

Lin Zhou looked at Su Qingge, who was giving him a massage with her head down.

The light shone on her profile, and a few strands of hair swayed gently with her movements. The aura of a high-and-mighty diva faded away, and at this moment, she was as gentle as a pool of water.

Suddenly, a corner of my heart collapsed.

This woman, even though she was exhausted, still felt sorry for him.

"Wife."

"What? Not enough force?" Su Qingge asked without looking up.

"no."

Lin Zhou suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender wrist.

With a slight exertion, the unsuspecting Su Qingge cried out in surprise, lost her balance, and fell into that broad and warm embrace.

The medicine bottle rolled onto the carpet.

"Lin Zhou! You..."

"Ms. Su, your massage technique is terrible; we've received a complaint."

Lin Zhou flipped over and pinned her firmly beneath him, instantly switching their positions.

He looked at the woman beneath him, her cheeks flushed, and the fire in his eyes reignited, burning even hotter and fiercer than before.

"Given their excellent service, the client decided to personally provide instruction."

"Tuition fees... I'll pay with my body."

Su Qingge's peach blossom eyes sparkled as she reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, raising her chin defiantly.

"Then it depends on Teacher Lin's abilities."

"If you can't teach me well, you'll get a refund."

"Refund? Maybe in your next life!"

Lin Zhou chuckled softly and kissed the little mouth that was still chattering.

The moon outside the window seemed shy and quietly hid behind the clouds.

That night, the lights in the room stayed on all night. As for whether Lin Zhou actually "stopped," only the poor mattress probably knew.

……

Happy days are always short-lived, but the painful life of working is eternal.

For the next two months, the sandstorms at the Western Film City witnessed the entire crew's madness.

Lin Zhou is like a tireless perpetual motion machine.

During the day, she directs and acts, perfecting every shot; at night, she revises scripts, draws storyboards, and occasionally provides psychological counseling to Su Qingge.

Finally, before the first snow fell in the Northwest.

"Click!"

"Cut! Filming wrapped!"

As Lin Zhou shouted at the top of his lungs, the entire crew erupted in cheers. Everyone threw their scripts into the air, and the cheers nearly lifted the roof off the studio.

At the wrap party, Lin Zhou was once again plied with alcohol until he was completely drunk.

But this time, no one dared to underestimate him.

Everyone knows that once this movie is released, it will definitely cause a magnitude 12 earthquake in the Chinese film industry.

After returning to the capital, Lin Zhou did not rest.

He plunged into the editing room and entered a period of seclusion.

Possessing a "god-level director skill set," his editing skills are simply divine.

He doesn't need editors or colorists; he's a one-man team.

Those scenes had already taken shape in his mind; he only needed to piece them together like a jigsaw puzzle.

The system's superior aesthetic sense and rhythm allowed him to handle materials with ease.

Music, special effects, color grading, mixing...

half a month later.

As the last line of subtitles finished rendering, Lin Zhou, sporting dark circles under his eyes, stared at the bizarre yet deeply moving story on the screen and exhaled a long smoke ring.

"It's done."

The submission process went surprisingly smoothly.

Perhaps because of Su Qingge's influence, or perhaps because the censors were genuinely moved by the tragic core of the film, it was released uncut and successfully obtained the film's production license.

Release date set for the first day of the Lunar New Year, during the Spring Festival!

This is the most brutal battlefield of the year, and the most fierce battleground for traffic and capital.

The news caused an uproar in the industry.

A new director, a nonsensical comedy, dares to go and die in the Spring Festival film season?

To generate buzz for the movie, Lin Zhou logged into the official Weibo account, which he hadn't used in a long time.

My fingers flew across the keyboard as I uploaded a video.

The caption was just four simple words:

[A Chinese Odyssey, see you on the first day of the Lunar New Year.]

Netizens clicked on the video out of curiosity, hoping to see some amazing special effects or touching scenes.

however.

One minute later, the entire internet fell silent.

What the hell is this?

There are no grand war scenes, and no cool magical duels.

In the video, there is only Sun Wukong wearing tattered armor, making all sorts of distorted faces in front of the mirror, his features flying everywhere.

There was also a long-winded Tang Sanzang, who kept muttering to the two little demons, "Humans are born of human mothers, and demons are born of demon mothers..."

The image quality is rough, the editing is messy, and it exudes a strong sense of cheap knock-offs and neuroticism.

The final frame shows Supreme Treasure's filthy face, accompanied by an extremely irritating line:

"Did you all see that? This guy just goes on and on, nagging and whining, like there's a fly buzzing around you all day long, buzzing... sorry, not just one, but a whole swarm of flies buzzing around you, buzzing... buzzing... buzzing... buzzing..."

Netizens are in an uproar.

Is this the "blockbuster" that Su Tianhou canceled all her engagements to go to the Northwest and eat sand to film?

This is clearly a self-made vlog by a mentally ill person!