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

Chapter 190 New Love

"Hello, Miss Fox."

Just call me Megan.

Director Fu, I really like your work.

I wonder if I would have the opportunity to have a more in-depth discussion with you?

Megan took a step forward, getting close enough to smell her faint perfume.

Fu Yibai made no attempt to hide his gaze as he looked her over.

"In-depth exchange? Exchange what?"

Megan's smile became even brighter.

"About movies, about acting... or any topic that interests you."

Her eyes held an undisguised probing and ambition, and her body leaned slightly forward, an angle that revealed everything beneath her neckline.

"You are the most proactive girl I've met tonight."

"So, do you like it?"

Fu Yibai reached out and pulled Megan into his arms, and Megan nestled against his chest.

"I like your proactive approach to improvement."

Fu Yibai put his arm around Megan's waist and led her through the crowd.

Someone turned to look at him, their gaze sweeping over him and Megan before revealing a knowing smile.

Fu Yibai ignored him, greeted Leonardo, and left with Megan.

Megan walked beside him, her high heels clicking crisply on the cobblestones.

Her hands were still around his waist, her fingertips gently caressing the fabric of his suit.

Fu Yibai drove to a five-star hotel.

The doorman opened the car door, and Fu Yibai led Megan inside.

There weren't many people in the lobby. Several men in suits were sitting in the lounge area talking quietly. When they saw them come in, their eyes lingered on them for a brief moment.

After checking into their room, the two entered the elevator.

There were only the two of them in the elevator.

The door closed, Megan turned around, wrapped her arms around his neck, and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Her kiss was direct, with a hint of eager exploration.

The lips were soft, the tongue was flexible, and there was a faint hint of champagne flavor.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist and responded.

The two separated only when the elevator doors opened.

Megan's breathing was a little erratic, her lips were slightly swollen and red, but her eyes were even brighter.

Enter the room and go to the bedroom.

Megan turned around to face him, her arms still around his neck.

"Director Fu..."

"Call me Pay."

Fu Yibai raised his hand and tucked her loose long hair behind her ear.

Megan blinked.

"pay."

She read the name aloud, and a smile curved her lips.

Then she let go and took a step back.

Her hand reached behind her back and touched the zipper.

Very slow, very gentle.

The sound of the zipper being pulled open was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

The skirt slipped off her shoulder.

Black fabric was piled up at his feet, revealing equally black lace underneath.

Fu Yibai's gaze moved down her face, sweeping over her collarbone, over the full curves covered in lace, over her flat stomach, and finally landing on her legs.

It is long and straight.

Megan stood there, letting him look her over.

Her breathing became more rapid than before, her chest rose and fell slightly, and a faint blush rose on her face.

Do you like it?

Her voice was soft, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Fu Yibai remained silent.

He simply took a step forward and put his arm around her waist.

Megan leaned back, and the two of them fell together onto the soft bed.

The neon lights outside the window were still flashing, and the sound of traffic could be faintly heard.

Megan's kisses landed on his Adam's apple, on his collarbone, and then moved down.

Her fingers unbuttoned his shirt, one, two, three.

When she placed her palm on his chest, she looked up and met his gaze.

Something was burning in those eyes.

"pay."

Her voice was soft and somewhat hoarse.

"You're mine now."

.........

The next morning, Fu Yibai opened his eyes.

Megan was still asleep in his arms.

Her long black hair was scattered on the pillow, her face buried in his chest, her breathing even.

One arm was wrapped around his waist, and one leg was pressed against his lower abdomen.

Faint red marks remained on her shoulders and neck.

Fu Yibai didn't move.

He looked at the ceiling, listening to the faint sound of traffic outside the window.

Megan stirred in his arms.

She raised her head, opened her eyes, and met his gaze.

Those eyes were bright in the morning light, carrying the languid feeling of someone just waking up.

"morning."

"morning."

Megan blinked, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile.

She propped herself up and looked down at him.

His long black hair fell down, gently brushing against his cheeks.

"last night……"

She paused, then her smile deepened.

"I feel so comfortable."

Fu Yibai raised his hand and tucked her loose long hair behind her ear.

"Me too."

Megan leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"I still have work to do today."

As she spoke, she climbed out of his arms and walked barefoot towards the bathroom.

She walked to the door, then stopped and looked back at him.

"pay."

"Um?"

"Can I still contact you?"

Fu Yibai leaned against the headboard, looking at her.

Megan stood there, the morning light falling on her, outlining her undulating curves.

"Can."

He said.

"I have a villa in Beverly Hills. You can come anytime you want."

Megan paused for a moment, then a smile bloomed on her face.

"it is good."

She turned and went into the bathroom, the door closed, and soon the sound of running water could be heard.

Fu Yibai lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Twenty minutes later, Megan came out of the bathroom, having changed into the dress she wore yesterday.

She walked to the bedside, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips again.

I will come to find you.

"Um."

Megan straightened up, gave him one last look, and then turned and left.