The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince! Chapter 1089 - My Precious Wife (15)

Chapter 1089: My Precious Wife (15)

Ai Bao was a little embarra.s.sed and sent Miaomiao a message. “I don’t think that role’s really for me…”

Miaomiao pleaded, “Baobao! The trailer is due tomorrow and that’s a very important scene! Please help us! We can’t find any other voice actress on such short notice. Do it for me, for old times’ sake! All I need is a 30-second cut! 30 seconds, no more!”

Ai Bao was never good at turning people down, not to mention that Miaomiao sounded so earnest. Despite her reluctance, Ai Bao replied with an “OK” emoji.

Ai Bao went back to the guest bedroom, logged into a recording app, and clicked open the channel of the voice-acting studio Miaomiao was in. Miaomiao then invited her into a private chat room called “Porcelain and Baobao’s Love Scene Nest.”

Ai Bao sat there baffled for two seconds before she scrolled back up to check the crew for the radio drama.

The name next to the protagonist read: Ink Painting on Porcelain.

OMG…!!

She was going to record a love scene with Ink Painting on Porcelain?

Ai Bao felt like she had been struck by a thunderbolt.

She heard Ink Painting on Porcelain’s pleasant voice through her earphones. “Baobao?”

It gave Ai Bao gooseb.u.mps. She shuddered a little, then pressed F2 and spoke into her headset. “It’s me.”

“Heh…” Ink Painting on Porcelain chuckled. “Do you need a moment to prepare?”

Seized by a sudden impulse, Ai Bao said, “No, I’m fine.”

“Let’s get started, then.”

Ai Bao felt like slapping herself. However, it was too late to back out now, and she forced herself to get into the mood.

Ink Painting on Porcelain used his original voice for this drama, and only lowered his pitch a little, which sounded even more seductive.

He wasn’t called the top voice actor for nothing. After taking a brief moment to adjust his mood, he got into his role of the unattainable swordsman. “I have someone I love already. Miss, please behave yourself.”

It was then Ai Bao’s turn. “Dear sir, you’re wasting your time on a person that may never come back again. Why don’t we make good use of this beautiful night and enjoy ourselves. I’m all yours tonight…”

Ink Painting on Porcelain gasped a little. “That incense…”

Ai Bao nearly screamed in excitement. That gasp was amazing!

“That’s right. It’s the best aphrodisiac incense we have here in Winter Jasmine. Dear sir, let me take off your clothes for you…”

Ai Bao paused there and didn’t know how to go on.

The script instructed them to moan and groan as they saw fit…

Before, Ai Bao would only think of it as another job. However, she found it utterly embarra.s.sing today.

When Ai Bao finally began to make sounds, it reminded one of a squeaking pig. Miaomiao, who had been listening in silence, couldn’t help but interject, “Baobao, you’re supposed to be seductive, not constipated!”

Ai Bao said awkwardly, “I’m sorry.”

Ink Painting on Porcelain said mildly, “Don’t worry about it. I’m right here.”

The guru himself was condescending to wait for her, and Ai Bao didn’t want to look affected. She had no choice but to give it all she had.

The sound of footsteps outside made Ai Bao jump. She bolted up from her chair and accidentally b.u.mped into the table, knocking two folders off it, which smashed onto her foot and made her wail a little and draw in her breath.

Ink Painting on Porcelain suddenly stopped talking. He left the chat room after a few seconds.

Miaomiao anxiously sent him a message. “Boss, why did you leave? Baobao was doing a great job!”

On the other end, Jin Mo[1] picked up his gla.s.s and sipped the ice cold water.

A moment later, he replied, “I needed a moment to cool my head.”

To a man, the sound Ai Bao made just then was so provocative.

He was aroused almost immediately.

[1] A.k.a Ink Painting on Porcelain