Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Although the young man had just woken up and his hair was a little messy, his cold aura was undiminished, causing Yin Su to sigh inwardly. Feng Tianhan was Feng Tianhan; even when he was grumpy from waking up, it couldn't change the powerful core that Yin Su knew so well.

The skin beneath his hand was cool to the touch, clearly not the temperature of a healthy person, and Yin Su's eyes darkened.

"How long are you going to keep touching me?"

Bo Bing raised his leg, trying to kick the guy off him, but the other guy was clearly not someone to mess with. The opportunist grabbed Bo Bing's right knee with his left arm the instant Bo Bing raised his leg.

The blanket slipped off as Bo Bing made a large movement.

hiss.

[Sensitive] Startup.

Bo Bing gasped as the man pinned her knees.

【Feixia】Start.

The opponent's arm muscles were stretched, and his skin became hot. His knees were also sensitive. Combined with the physical amplification from the system skill, the stimulation caused the young man to lean back instantly.

A tingling electric current coursed through my entire body, causing me to spasm slightly, and my stiff muscles pitifully shrank back.

"Ok?"

The excited wolf cub gently licked its fangs; it hadn't expected to see this side of the young man.

The young godfather turned his head to the side, his hand that had been gripping his hair now stuck on his arm, as if in silent resistance. His bright red ear tips were hidden in his black hair, looking incredibly innocent, but the trembling and embarrassed expression he couldn't hide were like a green apple, tempting the abuser to take a bite.

The serpent in the Garden of Eden seemed more delicious than the tempting fruit.

The god thought with great interest.

Bo Bing closed her eyes, feeling the tingling electric current in her body gradually disappear.

—That's so embarrassing.

Even without looking at Yin Su's expression, Bo Bing knew that she was being far too shameful.

The muscles, which hadn't been properly relaxed, were already stiff. When Yin Su grabbed them like that, they were stretched too much and started to twitch unnaturally.

"Go away."

The young man closed one eye and pressed his calf muscles with difficulty.

The contrast between outwardly fierce but inwardly weak.

"Be good, godfather," Yin Su said, grabbing some essential oil from the side. "I'll help you relax your muscles. You went to bed too early today, or your muscles will be stiff tomorrow."

"They don't take care of themselves at all," Yin Su thought. "The injury on my left shoulder has only just started to heal, and they're already ignoring their own condition."

Bo Bing wanted to scold him, but Yin Su didn't give him a chance to refuse. He grabbed the young man's left shoulder, which was still injured, and gently but firmly turned him onto his stomach on the bed.

Aching sensation.

Bo Bing is indeed putting on a brave face.

He gradually came to understand the limitations that Alpha had placed on his skills.

Skills that are too overpowered obviously require energy, physical strength, and willpower to activate, and correspondingly, there will definitely be losses. This is also a kind of equivalent substitution in another sense.

The current losses are still within the acceptable range for Bo Bing, but according to Alpha's reminder, the skills will only become more and more powerful in the future. Whether Bo Bing can withstand the activation of causality depends on whether she can hold on.

However, Alpha's electronic voice also brought good news to Bo Bing: activating skills, which is to say, familiarizing oneself with skills, will accelerate the transformation of her physique. Her current [plate] will soon achieve something, and Bo Bing will no longer have to maintain such a strange, thin physical state.

Of course, Alpha's original words were "malnutrition".

"Godfather, are you satisfied with the special services I provided?"

A soft, magnetic laugh.

Thin ice, enveloped in the aroma of red camellias, began to feel drowsy.

There's no other reason than that Yin Su's massage technique was simply too good. Having practiced rock gripping for many years, Yin Su's finger strength was immense, and he could easily press into the sore and stiff muscles. The guy under his hands, who was a little too thin, obviously aroused the man's tenderness, and he used an extremely comfortable amount of force.

After the pain from Bo Bing's leg cramp subsided, Yin Su massaged the young man's neck all the way down to his lumbar spine.

The man pressed down on the shallow dimple of the lower back, pressing upwards along the muscles and meridians of the lumbar spine. He had found the young man's weakness. Bo Bing let out a muffled groan, clearly unable to withstand the man's strength. The pain from the pressure on his sciatic nerve was mixed with a strange pleasure. A tingling current flowed from his tailbone to his lumbar spine, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

My mind went completely blank.

Unable to think about anything.

At some point, Yin Su's teasing voice reached my ears.

"Sir, would you like another massage up there?" Yin Su's tone was subtly flirtatious. "You seem to be enjoying it..."

Bo Bing finally cleared her head and understood what the other party meant, and couldn't help but curse Yin Su under her breath.

"Go away, that's fucking erotic massage."

Yin Su was stunned for a moment, then wiped the essential oil off the young man's back with a soft cloth, and smiled, exuding a hint of divine malice.

"Oh, so the guest is a respectable person," Yin Su laughed again, got up and washed the remaining essential oil off his hands, looked at the young man stretching his spine without regard for his own body, and said meaningfully, "There's some essential oil on the bed, come sleep in my place, godfather?"

"I'm too lazy to get out of bed, I'll just make do with this place."

While Bo Bing also somewhat disliked the sultry scent, it wasn't unbearable.

"Should I carry my godfather over?"

"That's not necessary."

Okay, Bo Bing thought, she still didn't want to put up with it, so she pulled a bathrobe over herself and moved the battlefield away, not forgetting to say thank you.

The other person had worked hard giving the massage, and Bo Bing regained her friendly attitude towards the little wolf cub.

Of course, the young man seemed to quite naturally ignore the guy who took a second bath in one day.

The two of them squeezed into one bed and spent the night together.

The next day, He Jinlan went to the outer room of the suite to report her business. Looking at the messy bed sheets, her boss who came out of the inner room with a beaming smile, and the young man who followed behind with a slightly strange gait, she fell into a strange state of mind.

That's terrifying...it's not just thin ice...

Because of a calf strain that prevented me from exerting much force, my ears inexplicably felt hot.