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Chapter 186 The Red Pool on the Collarbone

"...So, actually, your grandmother is critically ill and about to pass away, and you want to see her one last time?" Lin Yu looked at the woman sitting in the chair, who was gradually calming down.

Dilraba nodded: "I grew up with her... but the director said he wouldn't give me leave, and recently my agent told me that the investors in the production seem to want to replace me. You just said I can go see her, is that true?"

Lin Yu smiled, but before he could answer, Dilraba's phone rang.

Dilraba picked up her phone, but gave Lin Yu an apologetic smile: "It's producer Liu Yang."

Lin Yu paused, a puzzled smile appearing on his lips, but he held out his hand and said, "Then you can take it first."

Dilraba nodded, picked up her phone, answered the call, and quickly turned on speakerphone before placing the phone on the table.

"Hey, Brother Liu, what's wrong?" Reba's voice was very nasal because she had just cried.

Liu Yang paused for a moment before slowly saying, "I have some good news to tell you, but when I knocked on your door, no one answered."

Reba forced a smile: "I was out for a walk to clear my head. What good news, Brother Liu?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yang quickly recounted everything that had happened at the dinner table. Although he exaggerated his own role, he did not hide the contributions Lin Yu had made.

As Liu Yang finished speaking, Dilraba's eyes were filled with a burning love as she looked at Lin Yu!

"Thank you~" Dilraba said gently, but she took the initiative to support Lin Yu, and her lips lightly touched Lin Yu's lips.

"Oh? It's okay, it's okay. Now that this matter is resolved, just let me know when you want to take leave, or you can talk to the director."

"Um...I understand." Dilraba's voice paused slightly before coming through the microphone. Liu Yang assumed she was crying because she was overwhelmed by the sudden good news.

In fact, Liu Yang was right.

At this moment, Dilraba was shedding tears.

"Don't blame the director. When you took leave, it was just you and the male lead. Our drama is more limited to the female perspective, so the filming plan naturally revolves around you. If you had left, our crew would have been idle for two or three days."

Liu Yang defended the director, and it seemed that the girl's sobs could be faintly heard from the phone.

"Um: ...I understand, thank you, Brother Liu, I'll hang up now." Reba's voice suddenly appeared, followed by a busy tone on the phone.

Liu Yang was taken aback, but for a moment he couldn't quite figure it out.

However, upon further reflection, he could probably find a logic in Dilraba's behavior.

After all, she is an artist under Yang Mi's management, so she must be more or less similar to Yang Mi. These kinds of strong women don't like to expose their vulnerability in front of others these days.

However, this time, he guessed wrong.

Inside Lin Yu's room, Dilraba was currently showing off her vulnerability in front of him!

After hanging up the phone, Dilraba's eyes were a little red. Although Lin Yu's physical advances had angered her, looking at his handsome face, she couldn't bring herself to be angry.

How could she possibly blame a man who always puts himself first, even willing to play a supporting role for someone of similar status?

As for the womanizing habit that Sister Honey mentioned?

So what?

In any case, she felt that she received just as much love as her best friend.

However, despite not being able to vent her anger, Dilraba still gave Lin Yu a coquettish look: "What if someone found out I was on the phone?"

Lin Yu looked completely innocent: "But didn't you just kiss me and rub against me?"

Dilraba was taken aback. She admitted to kissing Lin Yu, but why would she rub against him like that? When did that happen?

Upon seeing this, Lin Yu slowly lowered his head.

Reba followed his gaze and immediately saw a pair of long legs sitting in the corner where she had been using as a chair... "Ah...?" Reba was stunned for a moment, then her pretty face turned bright red.

Seeing this, Lin Yu slowly extended his hand.

A hot, sticky sensation came over him, but he forced a smile and looked at Dilraba, whose eyes were already glazed over: "Dilraba, it seems you've been suppressing your feelings for a long time."

The woman's fragrance seemed to be freely released, permeating every corner of the room, and eventually drifting back to the bed.

Although Reba's gloomy mood had been building up for a long time, Lin Yu was indeed a qualified psychological therapist.

Lin Yu quickly erased that feeling of loneliness, but after it was erased, Reba's mood became somewhat strange.

"What's wrong?" Lin Yu casually picked up two glasses of red wine, handed one to Dilraba, and sat on the edge of the bed, looking a little strange.

Dilraba took a sip of her drink: "Tell me, am I being shameless?"

Lin Yu was taken aback: "Why are you suddenly saying that?"

"My grandmother is critically ill and lying in the hospital room, but I..." Reba opened her mouth, but in her heart she looked down on herself.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu pondered for a moment and then raised his wine glass in a gesture toward Reba.

Seeing this, Reba silently raised her glass and clinked it with his.

"Food and sex are human nature."

"It's a biological instinct. Besides, you've been suppressing it for so long, you need an outlet. I don't think you'd want your grandmother to see you looking incredibly haggard and depressed the last time she sees you, would you?"

Lin Yu did not try to calm her down, but instead changed his perspective.

This sentimental feeling arose because of him, and ultimately, Dilraba had to process it all herself.

Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, Dilraba suddenly chuckled: "Alright, alright, I was just expressing my feelings. So what if I'm a jerk? Anyway, only you know."

Lin Yu's lips curled up, and he was about to take a sip of wine when Reba paused. Then, as if she had thought of something, she raised her neck, took the wine glass, and slowly poured the pale red liquid onto her collarbone.

Lin Yu watched from the side, but he was somewhat puzzled.

Reba waved her free hand at Lin Yu: "I heard them say that red wine needs to be warmed with body heat to reach the best drinking temperature. Want to try it?"

"OK!"

Lin Yu quietly moved closer to Reba's neck.

The woman's delicate fragrance, mixed with the slightly dry, alcoholic smell of red wine, quickly entered Lin Yu's nostrils.

Dilraba shivered the moment she felt that scorching breath on her neck.

The already insufficient amount of wine between her collarbones was further spilled by accident.

To be honest, in Lin Yu's opinion, there is almost no difference in taste between drinking from the collarbone and drinking from a cup.

But the appreciation of smell and sight is something that a cold wine glass cannot provide for him.

That night, Dilraba and Lin Yu actively discussed which parts of the human body are best suited for warm red wine.

They also put this into practice several times.

Unfortunately, the two disagreed on their conclusions:

However, this might just be a difference between men and women.