Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

When Bo Bing woke up, she had a splitting headache, her arms were so sore she couldn't lift them, and her lips were slightly numb.

With her left shoulder pressed down, Bo Bing could only raise her right hand to press the curtain button on the bedside table. The thickest layer of curtains was drawn open, letting sunlight into the pure black room. It was blocked by two thinner layers of gauze, so it wasn't glaring.

Hmm? My head hurts so much.

[Yongquan] is activated.

A cold, electronic sound rang in my ears.

Alpha automatically activated its recovery skill. Bo Bing looked at his right hand, and the marks on it made him gasp. Only then did he realize the intimate posture of the person next to him.

Wait, what happened last night?

The beautiful woman beside him lay wearily in the crook of his left arm, her face serene, as if shrouded in a holy light, though her lips were excessively red. Under the lifted blanket, bite marks from medication were visible. Their upper bodies were pressed together without obstruction, heat flowing between their skin. As he felt himself rise, the beautiful woman's strong arms encircled his waist.

—Hello?!

What... what's going on?

Bo Bing was shocked. In the fragmented memory he could barely make out, he seemed to see that he had bitten the other person. He yanked back the blanket, and there were purplish-blue finger marks on the other person's arm. Bo Bing wasn't bragging, but the force of those fingers... it looked like he had done it himself... Could it be that he had been holding back for too long, and after getting drunk... his animalistic instincts were unleashed?

Soon, Bo Bing dismissed the idea. First of all, Yin Su was a man, and she wouldn't be so desperate as to be indiscriminate; besides, he had drunk so much alcohol to numb herself. At this level of intoxication, not to mention alcohol poisoning leading to unconsciousness, she wouldn't do such a thing, even considering the temporary impotence after being deeply drunk.

"Wake up, Yin Su."

Bo Bing turned around and nudged the man next to her.

"Ugh... I'm so sleepy... My godfather got up so early."

The man didn't loosen his grip, and with his eyes closed, he rubbed his head against the other person's waist, saying, "Stay in bed a little longer."

"I have something to ask you," Bo Bing pressed, "What happened last night? Did I hit you?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Su opened his eyes, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Bo Bing, who was being stared at by him, was also slightly taken aback.

"You've forgotten your godfather?"

"Nonsense, if I could remember, why would I be asking you?"

Bo Bing hadn't completely forgotten, but it would take some time for her memory to return, so she might as well ask Yin Su first.

"Are you going to take advantage of me and then abandon me?"

Yin Su sat up, smiled knowingly, gently placed his arm around the young man's shoulder, and said something rather suggestive, "Last night... Godfather was so passionate..."

Bo Bing's face darkened; she knew this guy couldn't say anything nice. "Get lost! I wasted my time asking you. I'll go ask Li Ling later."

After saying that, he put on shorts and went into the bathroom to wash up, taking the opportunity to free up his [brain - primary] to review his memories.

When he came out, Yin Su had already finished washing up, and the two sat at the dining table to eat.

Yin Su wanted to test whether the other party had any memory of being drunk. When he found out that the other party had forgotten everything, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It's like the cat in Schrödinger's box; you'll never know what's inside until you open the box, but once you do, things will be completely out of your control.

He wanted to take things further, but he also didn't want to lose the relationship he had now.

If Bo Bing gets angry about this, I really don't have the confidence to coax him back. This guy... is a true madman who would rather die than live in dishonor. If you really push him, he'll let others taste his power.

Li Ling didn't hide anything and told the truth about what happened that night, how he went on a drunken rampage and beat people, and how he ended up having to tie himself up. Yin Su stayed up until midnight after applying medicine to him and only dared to untie the ropes and go to sleep after seeing that he was sound asleep.

Bo Bing ate her brunch, feeling both secretly guilty and somewhat moved.

"Sorry, I was just a little worried yesterday," Bo Bing said, patting Yin Su's head. Li Ling looked up as if he were invisible.

"Hehe, I forgive you."

Yin Su took the young man's hand and gently rubbed it, "Why did you drink so much yesterday? Was something wrong?"

Bo Bing shrugged and said bluntly, "There's been so much going on with the Binghe incident, and all the big and small things that have happened recently. I'm a bit overwhelmed, so I thought I'd drown my sorrows in alcohol."

"About the glacier?"

Yin Su paused slightly. "What are your plans? Do you need my help?"

“No need,” Bo Bing shook her head, “I can take care of it for now.”

The news from the monkey has arrived. It's estimated that the medicinal herbs will be brought back to L City today. After they are sorted, counted, and put into storage, it will probably take two or three days. After that, I will go back.

Lu Shuang had been trying to find out news from Monkey's side, mainly about Feng Tianhan's movements. Unfortunately, neither Monkey nor Cao Xin knew who Feng Tianhan was, nor did they recognize the person in the photo on Lu Shuang's phone. This left Lu Shuang quite frustrated, as she assumed that this was one of Feng Tianhan's three escape routes.

Lu Shuang naturally assumed that this was a factory that Feng Tianhan had subcontracted through his network of connections, and it was normal that his underlings had never seen it before.

Of course, Bo Bing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that Lü Shuang had given her permission to pass.

He had already roughly planned what would happen next; a talent pool and a mechanical production line were both on the agenda.

A slender hand waved in front of his eyes.

"Bo Bing, what are you thinking about?"

Yin Su's gentle voice rang out.

"Um... I might have to go back in a couple of days, Yin Su," Bo Bing said, a sudden pang of sadness gripping his heart. He couldn't quite put his finger on whether it was because he'd gotten used to spending so much time with Yin Su, but the thought of separation always brought a bittersweet feeling. "I still have things to do... and, at the end of this month, I still have to wait for my results... and if there's a re-examination next month, I need to prepare..."

"That school is in City X?"

Yin Su lowered his eyes, looking somewhat pitiful. "Then... can I come to see you?"

"Yes."

Bo Bing took a sip of water and raised an eyebrow. "I'll treat our teacher Yin Su to hot pot then."

at this time.

[Brain - Primary] The entropy of memory information brought about by retrospection almost instantly covers the brain.

Bo Bing also saw the last scene before he lost consciousness last night.

A handsome man pressed himself against the bed, demanding a kiss.

The hormones of a mature man emanate from him, his powerful arms trapping his prey with nowhere to escape. The fallen angel, with his wings torn off, descends into hell with terrifying lust.

And so, the two of them exchanged a long, wet kiss in a chaotic manner on the bed.

This doesn't count.

Let me kiss you properly next time.

Every word was recalled clearly, and the young man's eyes widened instantly. Before he could even swallow his second mouthful of water, he spat it all out.

"Cough cough cough... Holy crap... cough..."

Bo Bing raised her head, her body trembling. The person opposite her had been sitting down next to her at some point, and his face was exactly the same as the person she remembered from last night.

"Don't talk while drinking water."

The woman beside her had a gentle, soothing voice. Her low ponytail was gathered to one side, and her eyes were lowered. At this moment, she truly resembled a beautiful, submissive wife, considerately wiping the water stains from the corner of her mouth with a wet wipe.

"How stupid."

Yin Su's captivating peach blossom eyes lifted slightly. The expression on a guy's face, like Aphrodite descending, could make anyone's bones go weak.

[Sensitive] Startup.

【Feixia】Start.

Thin ice pupils trembled violently.

He had no time to appreciate the beauty; the moment those eyes stared at him, he felt a chill, as if possessed by a ghost. His spine felt like it was being pulled out, and his entire body almost lost the strength to sit, his legs going weak.

He should have known long ago that Yin Su's gentleness was just a mask, and what was hidden in those eyes was... a terrifying evil and a violent desire for control.

The corner of her lips, touched by a man, became uncontrollably sensitive, tingling, and itchy.

—Holy crap, that's so tacky!