This director only directs blockbusters.

When Fan Binbin saw the man who had been on top of her the night before, still so infatuated with her, she felt a little smug. "Good morning, Director Yang," she said, her voice slightly hoarse and languid.

"Good morning. How are you? Are you alright?" Yang Lin asked provocatively, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Fan Binbin didn't answer. He straightened up, his T-shirt slipping down to one side, revealing half a shoulder and a faint hint of his collarbone. Not the skinny type, but the full-figured type, yet exuding an air of nobility…

She ignored him, leaving the room half-open, and reached for a cigarette. She lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. Through the smoke, she squinted at him, her eyes still holding that characteristic stubbornness and defiance.

"Have you seen enough?"

"No. Why are you still not convinced?"

She smiled and handed me the cigarette.

Yang Ning took a drag on the spot where she had smoked; her lipstick mark was still on the cigarette holder.

I applied it last night, and now it's smudged.

"My back hurts," she said, turning around.

Indeed, the red marks had turned purplish, standing out starkly against the fair skin.

"Serves you right. Serves you right for being so stubborn." Yang Ning flicked his cigarette ash.

"You made the arrest, so you have to take responsibility."

"How will you take responsibility?"

"What do you think? Of course, you should apply the medicine to my wound." Fan Binbin turned back, staring at him. "Now, right now."

Yang Ning got out of bed and rummaged through her bag to find a tube of ointment—he didn't know when she had brought it with her.

Back in bed, Fan Binbin was already lying down.

The T-shirt was completely lifted up, exposing the back entirely.

The morning light peeked through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the bluish-purple area with a cruel beauty.

Yang Ning squeezed out some ointment, rubbed it in his palm to warm it up, and then pressed it onto his face.

Fan Binbin took a breath, his shoulders tensing.

"Bear with it." He rubbed the bruises away with force.

She bit her lip and remained silent.

But my body is shaking, a slight tremor.

The muscles on his back rippled with his movements, and sweat, mixed with the ointment, glistened.

After massaging for about ten minutes, Yang Ning stopped.

"alright."

Fan Binbin didn't move, remaining prone. After a while, she said in a muffled voice, "Director Yang, what do you think this is between us?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"A one-night stand?" She turned her head, pressing her cheek against the sheets. "Or a quid pro quo arrangement?"

Is there a difference?

"Yes." Fan Binbin turned over and sat up. Her T-shirt was still open, but she didn't pull it up, just sat there. "One-night stands are forgotten by dawn. The unspoken rule is... you still have to sleep with them afterwards."

Yang Ning looked at her half-jokingly, half-seriously: "Which one do you want? Also, I want to emphasize that our encounter last night wasn't just a one-night stand."

Fan Binbin stared at him for a long time.

Then he suddenly laughed, a bit crazy.

"I don't fucking want either of those," she said. "I just want to act well, to play Lam Suet, to make everyone shut up. I want to be famous, I want to make money, and I want to be a Best Actress."

She grabbed the cigarette pack and lit another one. This time she didn't smoke it, just watched it burn.

"So please don't overthink it, I didn't expect to get anything from you." She looked up at him.

"We'll film the movie as usual, and we'll train as usual."

"What happened last night, once we leave this door, I will deny everything, and you'd better forget about it too."

Yang Ning took the cigarette from her hand, took a puff, and said nothing. He simply hugged her tighter, kissed her forehead, and gently stroked her face.

This girl is such a sensible girl. In this life, I never thought about being tied down by any girl. After all, the view from the mountaintop is what I'm after.

Not long after, Fan Binbin stretched, got out of bed barefoot, and went into the bathroom. The sound of water started again.

Yang Ning leaned against the headboard and finished his cigarette.

In the bathroom, Fan Binbin looked at himself in the mirror.

It was like a breath that had been held in for a long time finally being released.

She recalled Yang Ning's gaze last night—not the look of someone looking at a plaything, not a look of disdain. Though ruthless, it was still equal.

This is enough.

After taking a shower, Yang Ning was already dressed and smoking by the window.

"I train at ten o'clock," he said.

"I'm going too." Fan Binbin wiped his hair. "Lin Xue is practicing rock climbing today, I can't miss it."

"Your back..."

"I won't die." She put on her training clothes, zipping them all the way up to cover the marks on her neck.

"Lam Suet broke two ribs in the script and still climbed the city wall, so what's my little injury?"

Yang Ning glanced at her.

"Okay. But don't push yourself. If you feel you can't take it anymore, just say so."

The two went downstairs one after the other. In the elevator, Fan Binbin suddenly said, "Director Yang."

"Huh? What's wrong?" Yang Ning turned his head and looked at Fan Binbin.

Fan Bingbing's lips curled slightly as she looked at Yang Ning without speaking. A strange look flickered in her eyes.

The elevator has arrived.

The door opened.

Yang Ning walked out and looked back at her.

"Let's not do it again..." he said.

Fan Binbin laughed: "That's not necessarily true. It's up to me. It depends on my mood. Anyway, you can't be absent when I call you."

On the training field, Huang Xiaoming was already running laps.

When Huang Xiaoming saw the two of them appear together, he was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't ask any questions.

As someone with extremely high emotional intelligence, he knows perfectly well what to say and what not to say, what to ask and what not to ask.

Zhou Xun was also stretching. His gaze lingered on Fan Binbin's high-necked training uniform for a second before he looked away, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Old Xu ran over: "Yang Zi, Fan Binbin, why did you two come together?"

"It's on my way," Yang Ning said irritably.

"On the way? Where do you two live that's on the way..."

"Shut up, training." Yang Ning interrupted him, blowing his whistle, "Gather! Today we're practicing rock climbing. The last three will have extra practice at noon! You have to stay with them. If they don't finish, you can't eat either, since you've got nothing else to do anyway."

Amidst cries of pain, Fan Binbin was the first to rush to the climbing wall.

After securing her safety harness, she glanced back at Yang Ning.

There was defiance, resentment, and the lingering wildness from last night in his eyes.

Yang Ning nodded.

She turned around and began to climb.

Her movements were precise, but you could tell her back was sore—her shoulders would tense up every time she exerted force. But she didn't stop, climbing to the top, one step at a time.

When she came down, she was covered in sweat, her training clothes clinging to her body. Panting, she walked up to Yang Ning.

"Director Yang, is this okay?"

Yang Ning looked at her.

In the morning light, her face was covered in sweat, her hair was plastered to her forehead, and her eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Okay," he said. "Continue."

Fan Binbin smiled, turned around and rejoined the team.

Yang Ning lights a cigarette.

The smoke burned my lungs when I inhaled it.

He looked at the group of people on the training field—Huang Xiaoming was gritting his teeth and climbing the wall, Zhou Xun was instructing newcomers, and Liu Yong was checking the equipment.

And Fan Binbin is fastening her safety rope again, preparing for the second attempt.

This team has succeeded.

He exhaled a puff of smoke.

The smoke dissipated in the morning light and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Just like last night.

But some things remained.

In the bruises on her back.

In the scratches on his back.

In the unspoken understanding between the two.

This is enough.