Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 123 The Drunken Night

She stumbled toward Gu Yang with unsteady steps, like an elegant yet dangerous cat.

Just as she was about to fall, her slender arms quickly wrapped around Gu Yang's shoulders, and she fell into his arms.

"Be careful."

Gu Yang instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms touching the soft skin beneath the silk. The warm touch made his hands freeze in place, and he hesitated to let go.

Zhang Jingyi tilted her head back, her red lips almost brushing against Gu Yang's ear, and chuckled softly, slightly drunk: "Director Gu, tell me, between Zhou Ye and me, who makes your heart flutter more?"

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, brushing against Gu Yang's hand. The scent of rose perfume mixed with alcohol pushed the ambiguous atmosphere to its peak.

Zhou Ye was already quite drunk. She opened her eyes groggily and reached out to grab Zhang Jingyi's arm forcefully: "You... let go of him!"

However, she felt weak all over and instead of being able to pull him away, she lost her balance and sank even deeper into Gu Yang's arms.

In the chaos, Zhang Jingyi's lips brushed against Gu Yang's cheek, and Gu Yang subconsciously turned his head, their noses almost touching, their warm breaths mingling, and an ambiguous atmosphere exploded in the air.

Hiding in the corner, Zhang Yifan nervously clutched the pillow, his eyes wide, and the effects of the alcohol instantly sobered him up.

She was absolutely stunned by what she saw!
Can anyone tell me what happened?
Optimus Prime asked me if this was my first time here, and the mechanical Tyrannosaurus asked if I wanted to know the secret of the essential oil back massage. They used Pikachu as a bath towel to scrub away the last bit of my consciousness.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

She was both afraid and curious, and unconsciously moved closer, wanting to find out what was going on. "You..." Her voice trembled, but she didn't dare to say the words.

Taking advantage of her drunkenness, Zhang Jingyi suddenly hooked her arms around Gu Yang's neck, pressed her entire body against his, and pressed her warm lips heavily against the corner of his mouth: "Gu Yang..."

Seeing this, Zhou Ye's eyes reddened with anxiety. She suddenly looked up and bit Gu Yang's shoulder, her voice trembling with sobs and deep grievance: "He's mine..."

Gu Yang groaned and, in the struggle, knocked over the beer can beside him, the golden liquid spreading wildly across the carpet.

"Stop messing around!" Gu Yang's voice was hoarse and low, but he was held tightly by the two girls and couldn't break free at all.

Zhang Jingyi's fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, pressing his head down, and her wet tongue gently licked the corner of his lips.

Zhou Ye then reached out and turned his face, his voice trembling with sobs as he haphazardly kissed his chin and cheeks, finally finding his lips and biting them hard.

Zhang Yifan blushed, his heart pounded like a drum, and his fingers unconsciously tugged at the pattern on the pillow.

She wanted to step forward and separate the three, but she was also deeply attracted by the intense scene before her and couldn't take her eyes off them.

Hesitantly, she inexplicably took out her phone, pointed the camera at the figures entangled on the sofa, but her fingers trembled slightly with nervousness and excitement, and she hesitated to press the shutter.

Zhang Jingyi suddenly flipped over and straddled Gu Yang's lap, her burning kisses traveling down Gu Yang's neck.

Zhou Ye let out a whimper, wrapping her arms around Gu Yang from the side, her lips and teeth nibbling possessively at his earlobe: "Don't touch him..."

The air was thick with the mingled scents of alcohol, perfume, and hormones, and the sofa creaked and groaned as it rocked.

Zhang Yifan felt his throat tighten and his cheeks burning hot. His phone fell to the ground with a "thud".

The noise startled the three entangled individuals. Zhang Jingyi, her eyes blurry with drunkenness, turned to look at her, then suddenly beckoned with her finger, her voice seductive: "Xiao Fan... come along..."

Zhang Yifan's breath hitched, and he stood there, caught in a dilemma.

Gu Yang finally regained a sliver of reason. He struggled to push away the two people on top of him, his voice hoarse and exhausted: "Enough...stop it..."

However, his disheveled hair, slightly swollen lips, and heaving chest all spoke volumes about the intensity and chaos that had just transpired.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ye had already fallen asleep on Gu Yang's shoulder.

Zhang Jingyi tilted her head, a victorious smile on her lips, her eyes filled with smugness and resentment.

Morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, casting several blinding beams of light onto the carpet.

Gu Yang opened his eyes with a splitting headache, his nostrils still filled with the lingering smell of beer, perfume, and barbecue.

He instinctively tried to turn over, but found his arms were heavily pinned down.

On the left is Zhou Ye curled up like a shrimp, his cheek pressed against his shoulder, with a little bit of drool still at the corner of his mouth.

On the right, Zhang Jingyi's long hair was scattered on the pillow, and her silk nightgown had somehow slipped down to her waist, with her smooth arms lying across his waist and abdomen.

The three of them squeezed into the narrow double bed, their body heat intertwining to form an invisible net.

Gu Yang's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to gently pull his arm away from Zhou Ye's grasp, but he startled the girl who was sleeping lightly.

Zhou Ye mumbled and snuggled deeper into his arms, her hair brushing against his chin, "Don't go..."

Zhang Jingyi unconsciously draped her leg over him, and the sensation of her silk skirt made him tense up instantly.

A slight noise came from the direction of the sofa. Gu Yang turned his head and saw Zhang Yifan curled up in the beige sofa, his hoodie hood askew, fast asleep.

Clearly, she didn't dare go to bed and spent the whole night curled up on the sofa.

As the morning light grew brighter, Gu Yang became increasingly nervous.

He carefully pried Zhou Ye's fingers apart, then gently moved Zhang Jingyi's arm away. The strap of her silk nightgown slipped down during the movement, and he hurriedly took a few quick glances, his Adam's apple bobbing.

When he finally broke free from their "encirclement," his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Barefoot on the cold floor, Gu Yang picked up his scattered shirt and haphazardly put it on.

He didn't dare look back at the figures entangled on the bed, and hurriedly tucked the crumpled hem of his shirt into his waistband.

As he passed the sofa, Zhang Yifan suddenly stirred, opened his eyes in a daze, and met his flustered gaze.

"Director Gu..." Zhang Yifan hurriedly sat up straight, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, "Last night..."

"What do you see?"

"Huh? I was the first one to get drunk yesterday, I don't even know what happened afterward."

"Hmm." Gu Yang nodded, giving her an approving look. "You've both had too much to drink, Yifan!"

“When people are drunk,” Gu Yang lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping over the figures embracing on the bed, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily, “they’re bound to do some foolish things. Let’s pretend today’s events never happened.”

"Even though we didn't do anything, it's still not good for four people to sleep in one room at night!"

He reached up and straightened his crooked collar, his tone tinged with weariness and helplessness, "You know, if these scenes get out..."

He pointed to the two people sleeping soundly on the bed, and then to the door.

Zhang Yifan's cheeks flushed red instantly, and he nodded hurriedly.

Gu Yang gently opened the door, and the damp morning breeze of the mountain city rushed towards him.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his throbbing temples, glanced back at the room, and quickened his pace to slip away.

An hour later, Zhou Ye turned over in a daze, his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, and his throat dry and tight.

She struggled to open her eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar ceiling that swayed before her. It took her a while to realize that she was still in the hotel where the film crew was staying.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound beside her. Turning her head, she saw Zhang Jingyi propping herself up on her arms, her silk nightgown hanging crookedly on her shoulders, and there was a suspicious red mark on her collarbone.

"How did I get here?" Zhou Ye rubbed his temples, his head buzzing like a swarm of bees. "Weren't we playing a game yesterday? What happened next..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Zhang Jingyi abruptly turn her face away, her ear tips turning so red they were almost bleeding.

Zhang Jingyi stared at the wrinkles on the bed sheet, and the scenes from last night exploded in her mind like a revolving lantern.

The swaying of her silk skirt as she straddled Gu Yang's lap, her warm lips, and her bold question.

She was a little confused!

I'm usually quite timid! How come I become so bold after drinking?
"I...I don't remember very well either." Zhang Jingyi's voice trembled, and her nightgown almost slipped down as she stood up. She frantically tried to pull the straps off. "I probably drank too much."

Caught by Zhou Ye's questioning look, her heart suddenly raced. She grabbed the coat that had fallen to the side of the bed and wrapped it haphazardly around herself. "I...I'm going to wash my face."

Zhou Ye stared at her retreating figure, his mind still hazy.

She was completely drunk and couldn't remember anything that happened afterward.

Zhang Yifan was fast asleep on the sofa, while Gu Yang had already disappeared.

What exactly happened last night?
A residential community in Tongliang, a mountain city
The security door clicked open, and Tian Xiwei, dragging her suitcase, poked her head in before yelling, "Mom! I'm going back inside!"

"My goodness!" Tian's mother, who was tossing the wok, nearly dropped the spatula. She rushed out wearing a floral apron. "You little rascal, you're not on summer or winter vacation yet, why are you suddenly back? Did you get into trouble outside?"

Little sister Tian Xiaoxiao popped out from behind the sofa, her eyes wide open: "Sis! You're just like a paratrooper!"

As she spoke, she lunged forward and rummaged through the suitcase, "Hurry up, let me see what delicious food I brought!"

Tian Xi smiled and dodged her sister's claws, tucking the stray hairs that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear: "I just happened to come back to visit a friend who's filming in the mountain city!"

She bent down to change into slippers, her pink plush bunny ears swaying along with her.

Mr. Tian lifted his head from behind the newspaper, his reading glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose: "Oh, we're just passing by?"

"How could I!" Tian Xiwei snuggled over and took her mother's arm, then leaned into the kitchen to sniff, her nose twitching as she swallowed hard. "I've been dreaming about your twice-cooked pork! But I really have to go to the film set, I have something important to do!"

With a clatter, Aunt Tian dumped the burnt potato slices into the trash can, not even bothering to wipe the oil stains off her apron. She turned her head, pursed her lips, and said with a gossipy glint in her eyes, "I bet you're going to meet your sweetheart! Is it that boy who plays the Sixth Young Master?"

"Are you two dating?" Before Tian Xiwei could reply, her younger sister Tian Xiaoxiao bounced over from the living room, her eyes sparkling as she approached.

Tian Xiwei bit her lip, her face instantly turning bright red, and whispered, "Mmm."

Mr. Tian, ​​who had been engrossed in reading the newspaper, slammed it down on the coffee table with a loud bang, his brows furrowing deeply: "You're dating and you're not bringing him home? Invite him over for hot pot! We Chongqing boys should be open and honest!"

"Huh? This..." Tian Xiwei panicked, her fingers twisting the hem of her clothes. "Isn't this too fast? What if he gets nervous? I'll make a phone call."

(End of this chapter)