Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The air was filled with the scent of agave.

There were no lights on in the house.

Yin Su lazily crossed his legs, rested his hands on the back of the sofa, and relaxed his whole body. The collar of his shirt was slightly open, and a dark red retro tie hung loosely on the collar.

Unlike the gentle, aloof demeanor of the past, there is no sense of alienation, nor any sense of asceticism stemming from strict self-discipline.

He wasn't drunk.

This little bit of alcohol isn't enough to make me lose my senses, Yin Su thought; it's just that I want to escape the loneliness of this moment.

A familiar, desolate sense of loneliness washed over me like a tide.

It's always rainy around the time of Qingming Festival.

The wind outside the window picked up again, and the fine, dense raindrops watered the flowers and leaves, revealing the tenderness of spring.

Ah, I shouldn't have argued with Bo Bing, Yin Su thought regretfully, covering his eyes with the back of his hand.

At times like these, I still want to stay by my godfather's side.

Suddenly, the door opened with an electronic sound.

Bo Bing saw Yin Su on the sofa as soon as she entered the room.

A little fragile?

The whole house reeked of alcohol. He frowned as he walked over and turned on the living room lights.

The living room lit up instantly.

The other person seemed unaware that it was him, or perhaps startled by the sudden bright light. He lost his grip on the wine glass, and the glass shattered on the marble coffee table.

Yin Su was somewhat at a loss.

Bo Bing knew he was in the wrong.

"Come out first," he sighed. He should have told him beforehand, "to have someone come and clean every morning."

Yin Su's skin was fair with a rosy glow, and it looked very beautiful after being intoxicated by the alcohol.

"Adoptive father?"

He seemed unsure, lowering his head slightly as if to confirm with Bo Bing, "Why are you here?"

Bo Bing turned her head away, helped the drunk man up, and led him to the bedroom.

"How would I know you're in such a terrible state if I didn't come?" Bo Bing threw the man onto the carpet beside the bed, her voice cold and sharp. She deftly tossed off his tie, raised her chin, and said, "Take off your clothes."

"Godfather, are we... moving too fast?"

Yin Su tugged at Bo Bing's sleeve to remind him, then obediently knelt at Bo Bing's feet, tilting his head back, his long hair loosely draped over his shoulders, his peach blossom eyes shimmering.

Her face was flushed, and the cinnabar mole on her cheeks was captivatingly beautiful under the wall lamp.

Her face was as beautiful as a spring flower.

Um... its destructive power is extraordinary, no, that's not right.

Who is Bo Bing? Upon seeing this, he merely lowered his eyelids slightly.

You little brat who can't understand what I'm saying.

"Shut your mouth and do what I tell you to do."

Bo Bing didn't want to explain to him, but she also felt that what she was doing was a bit scary. She was the one who came to apologize, but instead she was attacking him.

Moreover, he was a guy who had drunk too much.

"Oh, Godfather, you're so fierce..."

Yin Su lightly lifted his eyelids, his expression somewhat unreadable, but it was unmistakably pitiful.

"No, I was wrong," Bo Bing said, unable to bear the pangs of conscience. She pressed her temples, feeling a headache coming on, and softened her tone, "Fine, listen to me..."

Yin Su dawdled as he unbuttoned his shirt, and Bo Bing felt a throbbing pain in her temples.

The pungent smell of alcohol made him feel nauseous, and this provocation made Bo Bing, who already had little patience, grab him and tear off his clothes.

A robust male physique is on display, comparable to the greatest sculptures of the Renaissance, but there is an undeniable "flaw" in his body... The tattoo on his right arm resembles some kind of evil spirit, intricately rooted in Yin Su's almost perfect flesh.

a fly in the ointment......

Like a monster sucking energy from its host's flesh and blood, it grotesquely hovered over the right half of Yin Su's body.

Thin ice tried to ignore it.

Glass shards might splatter onto his clothes, and Bo Bing was also looking for any small pieces of glass that could cut his hand, so he didn't see the dark, lustful look in Yin Su's eyes when he unbuttoned Yin Su's clothes.

Fearing that the other person's clothes might have glass shards on them, Bo Bing crumpled the clothes into a ball and tossed them aside.

"I'm sorry... I should have known better than to drink..."

Yin Su obediently admitted his mistake. His godfather didn't like drinking and hated the smell of alcohol on others.

However, it was a bit too daring.

They actually delivered it to my door.

"Why are you apologizing? That's my line."

Bo Bing gave a soft hum, gesturing for him to take off his pants himself. "Do you still want me to help you?"

"You want this too?"

Yin Su smiled wryly, "If I take off my pants, won't Godfather step aside?"

He looked at the guy in front of him with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense. Do you have something I don't?"

Bo Bing sat on Yin Su's bed as if they were old friends, but she didn't look at him.

Even though he knew his godfather didn't mean it that way, Yin Su still straightened up, leaning on the carpet. When he saw the young man curled up on his bed, Yin Su's breath hitched.

What is a perfectly normal thing seems exceptionally beautiful at this moment.

Because Yin Su himself had a guilty conscience.

The sound of the metal belt buckles clinking together was quite crisp in the quiet night.

Yin Su let out a breath, forcing back the burning sensation in his body.

Bo Bing snuggled up on the soft bed.

Hearing the sound of the other person throwing down their pants, he looked up and scanned the other person's back muscles from top to bottom.

Damn, that's real talent for fitness.

It was another very skilled rogue whistle.

Yin Su's face darkened. "Who did Godfather learn that from?"

Bo Bing was completely covered by the blanket that the other party threw at her.