Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

As Gulnazar stood on tiptoe, Jiang Yang's hand gripped her waist.

That waist was even more slender than I had imagined.

Even through her thin shirt, I could feel the slight trembling of her muscles as she breathed rapidly.

Her body pressed tightly against his, and Jiang Yang's hand slid down the curve of her back, his fingertips touching the edge of her hot pants.

"Sister Nazha, do you have a fever tonight?"

"I?"

Gulnazar suddenly tilted her head back, a movement that caused the fabric of her dress to bulge, subtly revealing the lace outline of her inner camisole.

It's not a fever.

They broke up.

We actually broke up two days ago, but I still can't let go of her.

Only now have they been completely severed.

If we're really talking about having a fever, then you could say that, because she can feel it herself; she's very hot right now.

Gulnazar tightened her arms around Jiang Yang's neck, her slender fingers gripping his collar: "Jiang Yang, you're lucky. If it were me when I first debuted, that was the age when I was most good at cursing. If you said I had a fever, I could have cursed you to death."

How would you curse?

"Let you die while the weather's neither too hot nor too cold..."

Gulnazar had just uttered those words.

He stopped speaking.

Jiang Yang's lips descended, sealing her mouth completely.

The two stumbled back to the bedside, Gulnazar's long legs bumping against the edge of the bed.

She then knelt down on the mattress.

The curtains in the room were drawn.

A bedside lamp was on.

Gulnazar arrived without makeup, and the warm light from the bedside lamp illuminated her already sculpted profile, making her features appear even more prominent.

She removed Jiang Yang's clothes.

A warm palm pressed against Jiang Yang's firm chest.

Jiang Yang could feel Gulina's fingertips trembling slightly as they gently traced the outline of his abdominal muscles.

Jiang Yang reached out his hand towards her collar.

She pressed Jiang Yang's hand down: "Don't rush."

"Don't rush?"

Jiang Yang grabbed Gulinazha's wrist: "Are you kidding me, sister?"

Gulnazar has already turned him into a fan. The curtains are drawn, the door is locked, the main light in the room is off, leaving only the dim light from the bedside table, and he has even prepared a light stick for Gulnazar.

Should I tell him not to rush at this point?
Who says Gulnazar's acting is bad?

If this performance were in a movie or TV series, it would drive the audience crazy with anxiety.

But if you actually put a camera in front of her and film her, Gulnazar can't quite pull off that effect.

No matter how well it's acted out, it can never quite match the real thing.

"Jiang Yang, scold me a few times."

"What?"

"I've never heard you swear; all I've ever seen is your friendly side."

Gulnazar lay on her side next to Jiang Yang.

With her chin resting on her hand and her eyes slightly red, she gazed at Jiang Yang: "I see how you tolerate Chaoyue's willfulness, how you comfort and encourage Haochun, and how you don't hold Xiwei's temper against you. Even Ruonan, who was originally timid, has become braver after spending time with you. Even if she is reckless now, with you protecting her, she will become rational and strong in the future."

“There’s no one else here, Jiang Yang. Let me tell you what’s on my mind. I envy them, but I’m not them, and I don’t want to be them.”

"Although I am only a few years older than them, I always feel that we are not from the same era."

"When I first entered university, I was using a Nokia feature phone. Everyone was on 2G networks, 3G networks were just starting to become popular, and 4G networks were nonexistent. You had to wait several minutes to download the next song. Now, Xiwei and the others haven't even entered university yet, but they're already using smartphones with 10 Mbps internet speeds. The video of yours that I posted on Weibo the day before yesterday, my followers can see it in a second and immediately start typing to scold me."

"Back then, I could wait five minutes to download a song, but now I can't even muster the patience for five minutes."

It's like standing on a fault line of the times.

In front of her is the flowing skirt that Yang Mi wore when filming "Chinese Paladin 3".

It's Liu Yifei's ever-present, effortless smile in front of the camera. It's Liu Shishi's stunning moonlight costume from her iconic dance performance.

Those classic characters are like an insurmountable peak, even the mist on the mountainside carries the aura of their predecessors accumulated over many years.

But behind him came a burst of energetic laughter.

I saw Xiwei Future twirling around on set with a selfie stick.

Hearing Hao Chun being praised by the director as soon as he learned how to move around.

These vibrant faces sprouted like bamboo shoots in spring, brimming with the effortless radiance of a new generation.

She seemed to be standing in the shadows at the center of the fault line, her costume still damp with dew from the previous night's shoot.

Clutching the soon-to-expire admission ticket in his left hand, it was the last ticket to the era of internet traffic.

He held the acting certificate in his right hand, which was barely warm, and the ink on it was already labeled as a failed career transition.

Done.

Gulnazar's hair fell down.

Her lips landed lightly on Jiang Yang's collarbone, then moved to his heart, where they lingered for an unusually long time.

It was very light at first.

It gradually worsened.

Jiang Yang hissed involuntarily.

He was indeed different from Chaoyue and the others, who planted strawberries all over his neck.

It made him wish he could buy himself insurance, fearing that one day he might actually get a blood clot.

I've discussed this with Yang Chaoyue. She said she'd help Jiang Yang choose an insurance company and insurance policy, and actively work on it, with her as the beneficiary.

Jiang Yang was so angry that he wanted to touch his temples.

Because Chaoyue once said that he wanted to always be by her side as a carefree little sun, someone who could illuminate him and her family.

Jiang Yang could clearly feel the rhythm of Gulinaza's breathing, warm and moist, which eventually left a noticeable hickey on his chest.

This put Jiang Yang at ease.

Strawberries can be grown in this area without worry; the skin is thick and less prone to blood clots.

Jiang Yang's hand slid down her back, lifted the hem of her long shirt, and wandered inside, but was stopped by Gulnazar: "Let me finish, Jiang Yang."

"Speak the fuck now."

Jiang Yang blurted out a sentence.

Gulnazar laughed upon hearing this: "I knew you could swear."

"Are you shameless, Nazha?"

"I am a very despicable person."

Gulnazar smiled, but her eyes were moist, revealing a bitter taste.

Jiang Yang was taken aback.

Suppressing his emotions, he pulled Gulnazar into his arms.

The experience of being forced into sex is terrible.

Gulnazar is so experienced; it would be a waste to miss out on a lot of fun if we didn't let her take the initiative willingly.

Let's try to appease them first.

As expected, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Once Gulnazar is appeased, all the eggs will be stuffed into her mouth.

Gulnazar continued, "When I first started university, I did all my online shopping on my computer. Now, with Chaoyue Xiwei and others, we can shop online directly on our phones."

"I remember when I first started filming TV dramas, entertainment news was disseminated through print media. Many people used portal websites. Back then, when I was interviewed by reporters, there was still an editorial process to format the content. It would take at least a day before it could be seen on portal websites or in print media."

Times are changing so fast. In the era Chao Yuexi and her friends are experiencing now, social media spreads information instantly. Like right now, if we were photographed lying in bed like this and posted online, the whole internet would know within minutes.

"really."

Jiang Yang responded.

Suddenly I realized something.

The scene of him spending time with Ruonan in Hangzhou flashed before his eyes, and he subconsciously became alert.

He turned his head to look at the door.

"What's wrong, Jiang Yang?" Seeing this, Gulina Zha instinctively became alert: "Is someone taking pictures of us?" (End of Chapter)