Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Yin Su turned his head away awkwardly and coughed as a cover.

"Godfather, get dressed..."

Bo Bing turned her head and saw that the other person had turned to the side and very gentlemanly gave way to her.

Bo Bing felt that the other party was being a bit too particular, and being naturally rebellious, he was unwilling to listen to the other party's instructive words.

They've even taken him under their wing, look at that.

"Get inside and take a shower. Now you're telling me what to do? Is going naked an insult to your esteemed eyes?" Bo Bing frowned, complaining coldly, "So fussy, I don't know where you learned that from..."

The words were sharp and cutting. Normally, Yin Su would have tried to get some advantage from Bo Bing, but today, Yin Su had something to hide and didn't dare to look the other person in the eye, afraid that the usually perceptive person would notice his abnormality. He could only give a vague reply, but his hidden gaze kept watching the other person climb onto his bed and stretch while hugging the blanket.

Like a cat.

It's only at this moment... that the unbridled cuteness of this guy truly shines.

Yin Su thought.

The burning sensation in his blood couldn't be calmed; his mind was filled with the image of the other person hooking the edge of their underwear, frowning and complaining that it was a little small.

The marks left on my thighs by the straps, the red marks that won't fade.

Everything seemed to be enticing a hungry wolf that could barely contain its desires.

Yin Su shook his head, turned around and closed the bathroom door, leaving the tempting food outside—this might temporarily suppress his inner thoughts.

Just as he calmed his impulse, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the other person's shirt lying on the laundry sink. The other person's eyes were so deep they seemed almost impenetrable, making him look less like a gentle god and more like a demon barely able to contain his lust.

As if possessed, Yin Su reached out his hand, harboring wicked thoughts, and "stole" the clothes from their owner without his knowledge.

This isn't right, Yin Su thought. When will they save me? When will they be willing to look at me? When will they start to like me?

The brutality and madness emanating from his very bones almost wore him down into a calm madman, to the point that he himself had almost forgotten.

"Do you love the body?"

Yin Su asked himself.

It was impossible, yet he couldn't find a reasonable explanation for his impulsive actions.

My mind was a blur. Even though it was an unfamiliar body, an unfamiliar face, and an unfamiliar frame, I still couldn't suppress my feelings for the other person. So my heart was pounding loudly.

A wake-up call that struck like thunder.

The tap was running almost entirely cold water, and in this weather, the biting chill seemed to penetrate right to the top of one's head, but the man didn't seem to feel cold at all.

The man standing under the faucet was tall and well-proportioned. Without the covering of his clothes, he was almost comparable to a classical sculpture from the Renaissance period. He was not overly aggressive, nor did he make people feel uncomfortable. He contained an amazing vitality.

A typical type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique when undressed.

Even with today's dirty tricks for building muscle, and with systematic help, Bo Bing, who has trained for a long time, can't compare to this person's current physique.

After all, he's a guy hailed as a "creation of God" by the film industry.

His excessively handsome and striking appearance naturally draws all attention to Yin Su's face, thus overshadowing his body.

The two adoptive father and son share a common dressing habit: they always button up the top button, and if their clothes are completely covered, they won't look frivolous at all.

Most of the fan polls also listed the "abstinent" type.

This time... it can be considered a fall from grace for the gods.

The feeling of fingers gliding across the shirt was wonderful. Even though it was cold water, it didn't affect Yin Su's movements at all. The rough and inferior cotton and linen texture couldn't compare to the smoothness of silk, but it could trigger a shiver and stinging sensation in his blood vessels the moment it passed over his lower abdomen.

Yin Su took a deep breath, his shoulders and back tense, and let out a muffled groan of pain.

The bathroom is a battlefield of desire and composure, but the criminal Yin Su can no longer care about that. If the desire that was instantly ignited in his mind by Bo Bing cannot be unleashed, Yin Su may really go crazy.

Bo Bing, without any hesitation, crawled into someone else's bed, her mind racing.

Given the current situation, how should he make a comeback? Xiao Huxin, his brother who had risked his life with him, and Yin Su, his adopted son whom he had taken in and raised—both were his precious children. Bo Bing naturally couldn't act rashly before understanding the situation... He didn't want to hurt either of them.

However, through his indirect inquiries, Yin Su's attitude towards Xiao Huxin can now be described as hostile. After his death, something must have happened that he was unaware of.

Ugh, troublesome guys.

We need to find a suitable opportunity to get information from Yin Su.

There's also the matter of the system; the person I'm facing now isn't someone I can completely trust, so I can't reveal everything yet.

Let's observe further.

At worst, he could insist that he didn't know why he was resurrected and reborn into the body of a complete stranger. After all, such an outrageous thing... even if he were told, the guy wouldn't have believed it before.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Bo Bing caught a glimpse of a figure already dressed in a bathrobe.

"Why did it take you so long to come out? I just forgot, I put my clean clothes that I wore once in the laundry tub inside, I hope you didn't get them wet?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?" Bo Bing asked casually. He was too lazy to get out of bed to get it, so he just pointed at Yin Su and said, "If it's not wet, bring it to me. If it's wet, take it to dry. It's the only one I have."

Yin Su's eyes still had a trace of redness, which he concealed by lowering his gaze.

“Wear mine,” the handsome man looked up and smiled gently. “Godfather is too careless. I thought they were dirty clothes… I just washed them.”

His voice was a deep, hoarse tone that had not yet been satisfied.