The wind was fierce at the top of the mountain. Every so often, the hem of Anita's cheongsam would be blown up, revealing a large patch of smooth, tender skin. Her legs were as perfect as jade, a tempting sight that would be irresistible to those who had a certain... affinity for feet.
But John wasn't one of them—or at least, not openly.
He didn't have the same fascination. What caught his attention, however, was the perfect proportion of Anita's body, especially her slender waist. It reminded him of Bertha, another martial artist he knew who maintained a figure through years of intense training. But Anita—she controlled her figure meticulously, always conscious of her appearance for her career.
It had been fifteen years since they last saw each other. And now, at the top of this mountain, the two of them were reconnecting, reminiscing about old times. The wind might have been strong, but the emotions in the air were even stronger.
At first, when the wind blew her cheongsam open, Anita would quickly pull it back down, pressing it to her body with a hand. After a few moments, though, she stopped worrying about it, letting the wind have its way.
John seemed to enjoy it, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary.
It wasn't long before Anita remembered that she had been taken by John in such a strange, almost bizarre manner. The crew must be frantic by now, and her agent would certainly be worried, thinking something had gone terribly wrong.
She glanced down at her cheongsam, sighing in frustration, then turned to John for help.
"Shouldn't we go back down?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "The crew must be worried by now. And this wind... it's freezing in this cheongsam. You rogue, have you seen enough?"
Her sharp eyes caught his lingering gaze, and she knew exactly what he was thinking.
John, who had been looking at her with more than a little interest, didn't even try to hide it. In fact, he seemed almost proud of his shamelessness.
"Since you've already called me a rogue," he grinned, "I guess I have done it on purpose."
Anita rolled her eyes, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I've never met a man as shameless as you."
She didn't mean it seriously. If it had been another man staring at her like that, she would have been furious. But John was different. He was her brother, and she wasn't really angry, just teasing him.
The fact was, the cheongsam she wore today was designed to be sexy, but not to distract from her acting. She had hoped the audience would focus on her performance, not her appearance.
Still, John had no qualms about offering unsolicited comments. He'd wanted to analyze her figure in comparison to that of her sisters, to offer feedback on the advantages and drawbacks of each one.
"Let me carry you down," John suggested, sensing her growing discomfort.
He picked her up effortlessly, preparing to leap down the mountain. As he did, he took extra care to hold her cheongsam in place to prevent it from blowing up in the wind. Of course, this meant his hand was in close contact with her body in ways that made her blush.
"Bastard," Anita muttered under her breath, clearly embarrassed. "You did that on purpose."
"Of course, I did." John didn't even try to feign innocence. Instead, he embraced his rogue status.
"John, you're impossible," Anita muttered, feeling a strange mix of frustration and affection. She couldn't stay mad at him for long.
Meanwhile, back at the crew's location, things were chaotic.
Sivan Carter, the director, was in a state of panic, his face pale with worry. Just as he began to voice his concerns, a supervisor on set shouted, "Look! They're coming down!"
Everyone immediately looked up, still in awe of what they had just witnessed—the legendary Flying Skills. The director, eager not to miss a shot, rushed to the camera and began directing the scene himself.
As the camera rolled, the director watched in wonder, impressed by the scene unfolding in front of him. His films, typically set in ancient times, always sought a certain artistic atmosphere. The image on the screen now matched his vision perfectly.
After the shot was completed, he rushed over to Anita, offering his comfort and support.
Amelia, Anita's agent, also hurried to her side. She was about to question John when Anita cut her off, saying, "This is my brother, John Lopez. We haven't seen each other in years. He was just messing with me."
"Your brother?" Amelia was taken aback.
As Anita's agent, she had never heard of John, and this revelation threw her off guard. But there was no time to ask questions. Anita's relationship with her agent was unique.
Normally, an agent was a figure of authority in an artist's career, but Anita's situation was different. The head of Prosper Entertainment, the giant in Houston's entertainment industry, was her personal supporter—essentially her silent partner. As a result, Anita enjoyed an immense amount of freedom within the company.
She had the power to turn Prosper Entertainment into her own studio if she so desired, but she didn't. Instead, she had chosen to remain one of the company's artists, signing a contract that was little more than a formality. There were no real restrictions on her.
Because of her status, no one dared give her orders. Amelia, her agent, was more of a facilitator than an enforcer, helping Anita with daily affairs and offering advice when needed.
When Amelia heard John was Anita's brother, she quickly accepted it without questioning further. She trusted Anita, knowing she would never lie about something so personal.
After the brief explanation, Anita turned to Director Carter. "I'm really sorry, Director. My brother is a bit of a troublemaker, but I assure you, he didn't mean to disrupt the shoot."
"It's fine, Miss Moore," the director said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Your brother has definitely made an impression! I can't wait to see more of his... skills."