Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 33 Personal Assistant

Liu Yan's voice was very soft, yet it could be clearly heard in the quiet room.

After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyelashes, her fingers nervously twisting together, not daring to look at Fu Yibai's reaction.

This was almost the boldest hint she could make, a near-blatant invitation.

Fu Yibai looked at her slightly trembling eyelashes and the curves of her body that couldn't be completely concealed by her soft loungewear.

He didn't answer, but turned around, walked to the bedside, sat down, and began to massage his sore neck with his back to her.

This action itself is a tacit signal of approval.

Liu Yan's heart was pounding like a drum.

She took a deep breath, walked to the bedside, and sat down behind Fu Yibai.

Her fingers were a little cold. She tentatively placed them on his shoulder and felt the tension in his muscles.

She began to apply more force, her technique becoming more professional and in-depth than when she was in the conference room, pressing the acupoints around her shoulder blades with her thumbs.

Fu Yibai closed his eyes, feeling the soft, supple hands with just the right amount of pressure.

Her breath was right behind his ear, carrying the fresh scent of toothpaste and a uniquely feminine warmth.

She was very close, and the warmth of her body emanated from her through the thin loungewear.

The massage extends from the shoulders to the back, and then to the arms.

The air in the room seemed to grow increasingly thick, and the warm yellow light seemed to coat everything with a hazy, ambiguous glaze.

At some point, Liu Yan stopped.

Her cheek gently pressed against Fu Yibai's broad back, and her arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

This hug carried both dependence and the courage to go all out.

"Mr. Fu..."

Her voice was muffled and trembling.

"I...I'm not doing this for work, and I don't want anything..."

I just... couldn't help wanting to be close to you.

Fu Yibai did not move or push her away.

He could feel the soft touch on his back and the rapidly beating heart.

Liu Yan's frankness was direct, even somewhat clumsy.

He slowly turned around.

Liu Yan raised her face, her eyes slightly red and moist, filled with undisguised admiration, nervousness, and a hint of shyness.

She looked at Fu Yibai's face, which was so close to hers, and into his deep, calm eyes, as if awaiting a verdict.

Fu Yibai raised his hand and gently brushed his thumb across the corner of her eye, a gesture of gentleness he himself was unaware of.

Then, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

The kiss started tentatively but quickly deepened.

Liu Yan responded awkwardly yet passionately, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as if she wanted to offer herself up entirely.

What followed happened naturally and intensely.

Liu Yan's performance confirmed her personality—serious, dedicated, with a learning-like focus and an eagerness to please.

She tried to please him with everything she had learned from movies and her limited imagination, her awkwardness revealing a touching sincerity.

Fu Yibai was in control of everything, leading her and seeking solace for his weariness in her young and supple body.

Liu Yan's apartment seemed to be well soundproofed; the night covered all sounds, leaving only tangled breathing and suppressed moans.

……

After an unknown amount of time, everything calmed down.

Liu Yan curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, her body drenched in sweat, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over with a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief.

She breathed softly, her fingers unconsciously tracing circles on his chest.

Fu Yibai held her close, his eyes closed, and his physical exhaustion was somewhat relieved.

He felt the girl's soft body and dependent posture in his arms, savoring everything that had just happened in the room.

To Fu Yibai's surprise, the woman in his arms was very clean.

So much so that he couldn't fully unleash his potential.

However, achieving this level of relaxation did provide just the right amount of relaxation.

"Mr. Fu..."

Liu Yan spoke softly, breaking the silence.

"Are you... going to sleep?"

"Um."

Fu Yibai responded and tightened his grip on her arm.

"Go to sleep."

Liu Yan stopped talking and nestled obediently in his arms, soon her even and long breathing could be heard.

She seemed truly tired, and also seemed content, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

While Liu Yan's actions tonight certainly had elements of her personal feelings, they were essentially still one of the byproducts of her current status, talent, and influence.

He didn't dislike it; in fact, he enjoyed the relaxation.

The girl in his arms was sleeping soundly, with a faint smile on her lips.

As morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, Fu Yibai was the first to wake up.

He gently removed Liu Yan's arm from around his waist and got out of bed.

After Fu Yibai left, Liu Yan quietly opened her eyes.

She glanced around the room shyly and found that Fu Yibai had already left. She dragged her slightly uncomfortable body out of bed.

Looking at the bloodstains on the bed sheet, Liu Yan happily put the sheet away.

In the bathroom, Fu Yibai looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were bloodshot, but his mental state was much better than last night.

Liu Yan's massage was indeed effective, and the subsequent "relaxation" also released the pressure he had accumulated.

After washing up, Fu Yibai went to the living room.

Liu Yan was already up and was busy in the kitchen wearing her pink loungewear.

Hearing the noise, she turned around, her face flushing red, her eyes darting around, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Good morning, Mr. Fu. I've cooked some porridge and fried some eggs. They'll be ready soon."

Her voice was softer than usual, with a hint of tenderness from her first sexual experience.

"Hard."

Fu Yibai sat down at the dining table, opened his briefcase, and took out his mobile phone.

There were several missed calls and text messages.

Fan Binbin called him around midnight last night, but he didn't answer.

There were two more text messages, one from Hu Jing, which was a very blatant invitation for him to go out for a meal.

The other message was from Liu Yifei, who congratulated him in a cute tone.

Liu Yan served breakfast: white porridge, fried eggs, and a few side dishes, simply arranged but thoughtfully.

She sat opposite Fu Yibai, sipping her porridge and occasionally stealing glances at him.