Entertainment Industry: I am a top-tier movie star

Days passed by amidst the rhythmic clapping of clappers on set.

April has arrived in the blink of an eye. The nights in Hengdian have shed their spring chill and are now filled with a gentle warmth.

They finished work a little late that day. After filming the night scene where Ling Yue taught Baili Tusu swordsmanship, Chen Nianbei removed her makeup and hair, only to feel a slight soreness in her shoulders and back.

Dilraba also finished filming a scene with a lotus flower, and the two met outside the dressing room.

"Nianbei, want to grab something to eat? I heard there's a new barbecue place near the film studio, and it's pretty good."

Dilraba's eyes sparkled as she made the suggestion, her face still bearing light makeup that hadn't been completely removed, making her appear bright and lively under the corridor lights.

During this period, she seemed to have found a kind of peace again. Most of the time, they could get along normally, discuss scripts, share snacks, and act like good colleagues.

Chen Nianbei glanced at the time and realized she was indeed a little hungry.

"OK."

The barbecue restaurant was bustling with noise and filled with smoke, exuding a lively, down-to-earth atmosphere.

The two found a table further inside and ordered some meat skewers, vegetables, and two bowls of fried noodles.

Dilraba casually chatted about a prop blunder that happened during filming that day, and then mentioned a Korean drama that her assistant had recently become obsessed with, all in a lighthearted tone.

Chen Nianbei mostly listened and responded with a smile.

……

After finishing their meal and paying the bill, the two walked back to the hotel side by side.

"It seems like we have a scene together tomorrow, the one where Fuqu sneaks off down the mountain and gets caught red-handed by Ling Yue."

Reba turned her head to look at him, her eyes reflecting the light from the roadside.

"Yes, I read the script again this afternoon. Ling Yue was probably angry at that time, but more than that, he was worried."

Chen Nianbei casually remarked, "Tomorrow you could try to emphasize Fuqu's cunning—'knowing she's wrong but doing it again'—even more."

"Okay, I'll think about it some more when I get home tonight."

Dilraba nodded earnestly.

When discussing plays with him, I can always quickly grasp the key points.

Stepping into the hotel lobby, the bright lights and air conditioning are refreshing.

Inside the elevator, the two pressed different floor buttons.

The elevator first went to the 18th floor where Dilraba lived.

"I'll head back now, Nianbei. See you tomorrow."

Dilraba stepped out of the elevator, turned around and waved to him with a bright smile.

See you tomorrow, get some rest.

Chen Nianbei returned to her room, opened the door, casually draped her coat over the back of a chair, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

The warm water washed away his fatigue. He dried his hair and came out, picked up his phone to check the time, and saw it was just past ten o'clock.

A new WeChat message suddenly popped up at the top of the screen, from Naza.

"What are you doing? Have you finished work and gone back to the hotel?"

Chen Nianbei sat down on the edge of the bed and replied:

"Just got back to the hotel"

"Guess where I am?"

Then a photo was sent.

Judging from the angle, it's a selfie. In the photo, Naza has applied exquisite makeup, with upturned eyeliner and bright lip color. The background seems to be the curtains of a hotel room, and the lighting is slightly dim.

Chen Nianbei raised an eyebrow and typed: "Hotel? You're on a business trip again?"

Naza replied with a "hehe" emoji, followed by a voice message.

Chen Nianbei clicked on it, and her lowered voice, filled with obvious excitement and a hint of mystery, came through:

"I'll let you in on a secret... I'm in your hotel, on the 18th floor, room 1809. Come quick!"

Chen Nianbei was taken aback.

Before he could reply, Naza sent another message, tinged with a mix of urging and coquettishness:

"Hurry up! I finally managed to sneak out, but Sister Li had to go back to Beijing because of something urgent. My boyfriend came over as soon as he finished filming, and he has to rush back first thing tomorrow morning! Come quick!"

Chen Nianbei looked at her phone screen and couldn't help but chuckle.

This girl is getting bolder and bolder. He thought for a moment and replied:

"Wait."

After changing out of her bathrobe and into a simple gray short-sleeved T-shirt and casual trousers, Chen Nianbei grabbed her room key and went out.

The elevator descended, and the 18th-floor corridor was covered with a thick carpet and was quiet.

Having found room 1809, Chen Nianbei raised her hand and gently knocked on the door with her fingers.

Almost the instant the knocking sounded, the door was pulled open from the inside.

As the light streamed in from inside the door, the first thing that caught the eye was a pair of black high heels.

Looking upwards, one sees sheer black stockings that envelop long, slender legs, gleaming delicately under the light.

Further on, there was a black, tight-fitting, bodycon mini skirt that accentuated her round, full hips and incredibly slender waist.

The top was also black with a low-cut design, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, delicate collarbones, and a slender neck.

Naza leaned against the door, a triumphant, charming, and playful smile on her face, her eyes sparkling, her red lips slightly parted.

This outfit is so sexy it's almost flamboyant, a stark contrast to her usual fresh or charming appearance.

Surprise!

She blinked, her voice soft and sweet.

Chen Nianbei's gaze lingered on her for two seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing almost imperceptibly, before he walked into the room with a normal expression and closed the door behind him.

The room layout was similar to his, but the air was filled with the sweet and seductive scent of his perfume.

Her coat and a delicate handbag were casually tossed on the sofa.

"Why did you suddenly come here? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

Chen Nianbei walked to the sofa and sat down, looking at her.

Naza closed the door, walked to him in her high heels, and instead of sitting down, she leaned forward slightly, placing her hands on the armrests of the sofa, trapping him in an ambiguous distance.

A rich aroma and body heat waft over you.

"Didn't I say that Sister Li is back in Beijing? This is a rare opportunity."

Naza tilted her head slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, "I was filming GG in Shanghai, so close by. I missed you, so I came."

I have to leave first thing tomorrow morning, and I've already covered for my assistant.

She was so close that she could see almost everything in sight.

"Just to take a look?"

Chen Nianbei's voice was a little hoarse, and his gaze became more intense as it fell on her rosy lips.

"Otherwise what?"

Naza snorted and deliberately ran her fingertips across his arm.

"What else do you want?"

Despite saying that, her eyes seemed to have hooks, full of implications.

Chen Nianbei didn't reply. He looked at her, his gaze slowly sliding from her bright face, down her slender neck, her delicate collarbone, and finally landing on her snow-white skin.

The air in the room seemed to be warming up, and it was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing and Naza's heart beating slightly faster due to nervousness or anticipation.

Naza's cheeks flushed under his gaze, but she refused to pull away. Instead, she moved even closer, her red lips almost touching his chin, her voice lower, carrying a hint of coquettish grievance:

"I'm dressed like this and you're not going to say anything?"

Chen Nianbei finally made a move.

He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently caressing her cheek, the cool touch of his fingertips contrasting sharply with her burning skin.

Naza trembled slightly, obediently tilted her head back, and closed her eyes.

His thumb gently stroked her chin.

Then, he raised his other hand, put his arm around her slender waist, and applied a little force.

Naza let out a low cry, lost his balance, and fell onto his lap.

The tight-fitting bodycon skirt therefore became even tighter.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, opened her eyes, her red lips slightly parted, her breath sweet as orchids.

Chen Nianbei lowered his head and kissed those two alluring lips.

The kiss was passionate and direct, with undeniable force and heat, instantly igniting the ambiguous atmosphere that had already filled the air.