Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 231 A Dilemma
Perhaps due to excessive tension, Hu Xiaobei failed to control his strength.

I accidentally used too much force and squeezed out too much body lotion.

An Xiaoqian felt the slippery touch on her back, looked back again, and whispered, "Oh dear, it's too tight."

"Never mind, don't waste it. You...you can apply it to my legs later."

"Oh... okay."

Hu Xiaobei didn't dare to think too much. She gently pinched the edge of the little cutie, carefully reached inside, and quickly and evenly applied it to its back.

Then he knelt on one knee on the bed, took another deep breath, and tried to calm his disordered breathing as his chest heaved violently.

But his gaze still involuntarily drifted towards An Xiaoqian.

An Xiaoqian's ankles were slender and smooth, as if carved from the finest mutton fat jade, gleaming softly under the light.

Following the lines upwards, her calves are straight and slender, and her skin is as delicate and smooth as cream, without a single blemish.

Her round, perky buttocks were faintly visible beneath the short nightgown, blending perfectly with her long, straight thighs, exuding youthful vitality and elasticity.

Looking from Hu Xiaobei's perspective, those fair and slender legs were displayed right in front of him without any restraint.

Above that was a short nightgown that offered no protection, the view inside concealed by the thin fabric, exuding an unknown mystery that kept tugging at his heartstrings.

As long as he wants it, as long as he dares it.

In this state, Hu Xiaobei was confident that he could take advantage of An Xiaoqian and "devour" her.

Hu Xiaobei's fingertips trembled slightly. When his palm touched An Xiaoqian's thigh, he felt a warm and soft sensation, as if he had touched a fluffy and warm pillow, or a ripe peach, with an indescribable temptation.

In an instant, his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, a surge of heat rushed to his head, and reason teetered on the brink of collapse from desire.

His hands trembled more and more, as if each touch was like walking on thin ice, constantly challenging his reason and bottom line.

An Xiaoqian was initially very happy, feeling that victory was in her grasp and that she had Hu Xiaobei firmly under her control.

But as Hu Xiaobei's movements became more varied and irregular, she realized something was wrong and that she might have gone too far.

Her close relationship with him had made her forget that Hu Xiaobei was also a man with normal desires.

She overestimated Hu Xiaobei's self-control and underestimated her own charm.

She only knew about childhood sweethearts, but she didn't know that there can never be pure friendship between men and women.

At this moment, she was too embarrassed to speak, nervously clutching the bed sheet, her legs trembling slightly, and her cheeks burning hot.

Unbeknownst to him, the area being smeared began to gradually move upwards, and Hu Xiaobei increased the pressure of his smearing.

An Xiaoqian couldn't help but let out a soft moan, then pouted and gave Hu Xiaobei a resentful look.

That look... cute with a hint of spring fever, reproachful yet expectant, helpless yet hiding a trace of fear.

Hu Xiaobei felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, and he was completely sobered up.

He exerted slight force with both hands, trying to calm his own desires.

However, I felt a soft touch on my hand again.

He instinctively withdrew his hands, turned his face to the side, and looked out the window.

However, it was blocked by the curtains.

Hu Xiaobei let out a long breath, his face full of guilt, and said, "I'm sorry, Qianqian, I didn't mean to. I... I hurt you..."

He knew what he had done, but... he really didn't know how to say those words.

An Xiaoqian glanced at the skirt that had been flipped up and thought to herself, "Is this a matter of whether it hurts or not?"

She gave a soft hum, though she was dissatisfied, but the words that came out were different: "Hmm... just be gentle..."

As soon as she said that, An Xiaoqian realized her mistake and felt utterly humiliated, wishing she could disappear into the ground. She bit her lower lip, turned her face away shyly, and buried her head in her hands.

She thought to herself, "An Xiaoqian, An Xiaoqian, what are you talking about? It was clearly... how did it turn into..."

At this moment, she desperately wished she could have Doraemon's time machine.

Hu Xiaobei was slightly taken aback, wondering if he had been encouraged.

or……

He turned his head to look at the body lotion that had been evenly applied, still suppressing his impulse and trying hard to control himself.

Then she stood up and said somewhat flusteredly, "Everything's done, Sisi. Let me take you back to your room so you can get some rest."

For some reason, seeing his way of maintaining boundaries made An Xiaoqian feel inexplicably stifled.

Although she didn't have any romantic intentions, Hu Xiaobei's behavior once again provoked her.

After all, she had already said that, even if it was unintentional, how could he just ignore it?

An Xiaoqian turned around angrily, her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pouting, and she glared at Hu Xiaobei reproachfully.

Although An Xiaoxi was inexperienced in such matters and was well protected by her mother, her mother still taught her about the differences between men and women in the entertainment industry.

An Xiaoqian pointed her delicate hand in the distance and said triumphantly, "You still say it wasn't intentional? Then tell me, what is this?"

Hu Xiaobei gave a wry smile, realizing something was wrong, and quickly straightened his posture, saying righteously, "This is just a normal phenomenon."

An Xiaoqian lacked relevant knowledge, and seeing his imposing answer, she was somewhat bewildered but impressed, so she gave a soft hum and stopped dwelling on the question.

She knelt and propped herself up, stretching out her hands on the bed, ready for Hu Xiaobei to carry her back to her room.

Hu Xiaobei instinctively reached out, ready to hug her.

Just then, An Xiaoqian suddenly straightened her legs, instantly growing taller.

Hu Xiaobei's original intention to hug her changed instantly. His left hand instinctively supported An Xiaoqian's waist, while his right hand supported her shapely buttocks.

However, it's fine under normal circumstances.

At this moment, An Xiaoqian was wearing a short nightgown, leaving her lower body exposed and unprotected.

Therefore, this arrangement inevitably led to a large-scale contact.

An Xiaoqian realized that her posture was wrong, but her body suddenly went limp for no reason. She could only wrap her arms around Hu Xiaobei's neck and gently press her forehead against his to stabilize herself.

Fortunately, at that moment, her legs also wrapped around his waist.

For a moment, the two looked at each other, extremely close, their breaths mingling once more, creating a hazy, ambiguous atmosphere between them.

Seeing Hu Xiaobei's breathing become rapid again, An Xiaoqian felt a strange sense of pride, and a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

Not only was she not afraid at all, but she also playfully asked three questions in a row: "Comrade Xiao Bei, what about the accident you promised? It wasn't intentional? Then what happened to your hand?"

Hu Xiaobei's cheeks burned as if on fire, and he avoided looking directly into An Xiaoqian's beautiful eyes.

But the two were too close together, so even if they tried to hide, where could they hide?

He desperately wanted to pull his right hand back, but doing so would inevitably trigger an even greater crisis.

If you're not careful, you might accidentally stab An Xiaoqian.

For a moment, Hu Xiaobei was caught in a dilemma, unsure of how to answer.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, An Xiaoqian felt extremely happy.

A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as she defiantly blew two puffs of air at Hu Xiaobei, saying smugly, "Hmph~ Tell me~ Did you do it on purpose, unintentionally? Hmm~ Hmm~"

(End of this chapter)