Returning to Taiwan in 2000 as a patriotic artist

The masseuse came in.

They were two middle-aged women, their techniques were professional, and their expressions were calm.

Vivian Chow had changed into a clean bathrobe and was lying on the massage bed by the window.

Gu Bei lay on another bed.

The two were less than two meters apart.

"Ms. Zhou, is the pressure okay?"

"Mmm." Vivian Chow buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled.

She recalled what she had encountered in the hot spring and felt a sense of fear.

It's too big... How can Wanqing bear it?

Only the faint sound of essential oil being rubbed remained in the room.

Gu Bei turned his head to the side, and could just see Sister Zhou's profile.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pink on her ears had not yet faded.

The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning what happened in the hot spring pool earlier.

But that feeling was absolutely excruciating.

It's as if there's an invisible thread connecting them all.

When the masseur massaged Zhou Huimin's back, her shoulders tensed slightly.

"Relax," the massage therapist gently reminded her.

Zhou Huimin took a deep breath, and her body slowly softened.

The bathrobe was lifted, revealing a smooth back and a... balloon that was being held down!

Gu Bei glanced at it a few times, then closed his eyes slightly.

The masseuse's hands kneaded his back with just the right amount of pressure.

He was completely relaxed, but his mind was filled with images of the hot spring pool.

I could hear Sister Zhou's heavy breathing, occasionally punctuated by a muffled groan or two.

"Um!"

"what!"

It sounds like something comfortable, or something else entirely.

"Sir, your muscles here are a bit tight."

"I've been exercising more lately," Gu Bei explained casually.

Zhou Huimin lowered her gaze and suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"You're still laughing?" Gu Bei deliberately put on a stern face.

"You seem even more nervous than I am," Vivian Chow said, her voice languid after she had calmed down.

"Relax a little." She turned slightly to the side, as if wanting Gu Bei to see more.

Gu Bei closed his eyes again, annoyed.

I can't watch anymore.

Then you'll have to stick your butt out.

"Gu Bei, am I a failure?" Zhou Huimin looked out the window and suddenly asked.

"What's wrong?" Gu Bei was taken aback.

How can a woman's face change so quickly?

I dated my boyfriend for several years, thinking he would change, but...

Zhou Huimin's voice was very low.

Her relationships have been repeatedly betrayed, and she no longer knows how to cope.

So this time, I chose to escape.

"Yeah, if we don't talk about feelings, none of this mess will happen."

"Pfft"

Upon hearing Gu Bei's answer, Zhou Huimin burst out laughing: "You really are just like Wan Qing."

"What would you do if Wanqing left you one day?"

Gu Bei thought about his relationship with Sister Yang.

That day probably won't come.

If it were true, "I would get her pregnant."

"She either sends me to prison or obediently gives birth to the child."

"Hahaha......"

Vivian Chow laughed until tears streamed down her face. "Gu Bei, I'll keep this a secret for you."

"Your methods are really dirty!"

……

in the afternoon.

The two ate something casually.

Gu Beishun went to "Quanli Recording Studio" to finish recording the audio of "Fairy Tale".

Half an hour later, he drove his Audi A6 into a villa area on the outskirts of Taipei.

Built against the mountain, the place boasts a tranquil environment.

The detached villas are separated by large areas of greenery, ensuring excellent privacy.

Gu Bei had just parked the car when he noticed that Sister Zhou was already asleep in the back seat.

They had no choice but to carry her inside the villa.

After settling Zhou Huimin in.

Gu Bei went back to the garage, brought back all the things he had bought, and then went into the gym.

Complete all of the following exercises: 24 seated chest presses, 24 lat pulldowns, 24 seated shoulder presses, and 24 leg extensions.

He then did 50 push-ups, 50 crunches, and 5 minutes of planking.

These exercises were originally meant to be done before going to bed at night.

Resting for a while after exercising and then eating something makes it very easy to build muscle.

Because he had things to do that evening, Gu Bei prepared the food in advance.

Before I knew it, sunlight filled half the room.

As Vivian Chow went downstairs in her slippers, she could faintly hear the sound of machines coming from the gym.

The door was ajar, and she pushed it open and went inside.

Gu Bei was walking slowly on the treadmill to relieve muscle fatigue.

He was wearing only dark gray athletic shorts, his bare upper body was muscular, his latissimus dorsi muscles spread out like wings, and the muscle lines on both sides of his spine were deeply sunken, contracting and expanding with each movement.

Zhou Huimin stood at the door, her steps faltering.

Gu Bei turned off the treadmill, turned around, and picked up a towel to wipe his face.

His front view was equally stunning, with full pectoral muscles, sculpted abdominal muscles, and V-lines that slanted into the edges of his shorts from both sides of his waist and abdomen.

Sweat trickled down his collarbone, across his chest muscles, and into the bottom of his shorts.

Zhou Huimin's throat tightened, and she subconsciously looked away.

"Sister Zhou, you're awake." Gu Bei greeted her, taking small sips of warm water.

After exercising, it's best to avoid drinking large amounts of water or iced drinks.

It can easily cause blood vessels to rupture, leading to internal bleeding.

"Do you practice every day?"

Vivian Chow leaned against the door frame, pretending to look at the scenery outside the window, but her eyes were glued to him out of the corner of her eye.

"I'd like to practice my drawing skills, how about you be my life model?"

"Yes, that's fine."

Upon hearing Gu Bei's agreement, she immediately ran upstairs and brought down the easel.

As the pen moved, Gu Bei's outline gradually took shape.

As the last rays of the setting sun faded, his silhouette was bathed in a soft golden light.

Sweat trickled down the grooves of his muscles, lingered briefly at his waist, and then soaked into his shorts.

Zhou Huimin's pen paused for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat.

She took a deep breath, forcibly shifting her attention, "We're filming the 'Fairy Tale' music video tomorrow. Is there anything I need to be careful about?"

"There will be some interactive scenes." Gu Bei thought for a moment, then decided to be honest, "There might be... a kissing scene."

"If Sister Zhou minds, we can make it look different."

"Swish"

The pen tip drew an extra line on the paper.

Vivian Chow's heart skipped a beat.

She tried to remain calm, but her voice was softer than usual: "Kissing scenes... are a basic requirement for actors."

She put down her charcoal pencil, picked up her drawing board, examined it, and felt it was about right.

"Finished drawing?" Gu Bei asked curiously.

I don't know how well it's drawn.

He stood up, stretched his body from sitting for so long, and walked over in a few steps.

Zhou Huimin turned the easel towards him.

The fingers should have retracted, but were somehow drawn to trace the muscle lines on the drawing paper.

Then, it landed naturally on that real, burning hot skin.

Gu Bei's chest was firm and warm; the moment his fingertips touched it, it felt as if an electric current was coursing through it.

Vivian Chow's heart was pounding, blood rushed to her ears, and her voice was trembling:

"If...if you're worried about not doing a good job filming the kissing scene tomorrow..."

"We...can...practice a bit beforehand..."

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

The two looked at each other.

It was as if there was an invisible string in the air, getting tighter and tighter.

Vivian Chow's chest heaved, her lips parted slightly, and she slowly closed her glasses, as if waiting for some kind of forceful invasion.

Gu Bei's gaze fell on her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The two were drawn together as if by a magnet, their lips slowly moving closer to each other.

Vivian Chow was constantly struggling internally, as if two little people were arguing wildly.

A sharp voice: No! You can't do this! You have a boyfriend.

Once you kiss me, there's no going back!

The other, however, spoke with sarcasm: Did he think of you when he betrayed you?

Why should you stand up for him with that ridiculous loyalty?

Moreover... you've seen everything, both what you should and shouldn't have seen.

His reaction in the hot spring, your toes, that instant electric shock...

Is this last layer of paper still important?

Zhou Huimin's breathing became heavier and heavier, her chest heaving. Reason and desire were like two ropes twisted together, tightening more and more.

Their lips were about to touch.

It's just a hair's breadth away.

Just then.

The sound of tires rolling over the ground came from the direction of the garage.

The Mercedes-Benz van smoothly backed into the garage.

Footsteps sounded in the courtyard, approaching from afar.

Yang Wanqing was walking across the courtyard towards the gate.

Inside the room, Gu Bei and Zhou Huimin froze simultaneously.

The two seemed to be paused, their lips almost touching, their breaths hitting each other's faces.

They looked at each other again.

There was panic, tension, and a dangerous, forbidden spark crackling deep within his pupils.

next second.

Zhou Huimin suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around Gu Bei's neck, and kissed him forcefully.

It's not a test, not a superficial attempt.

Instead, it was a deep kiss filled with trembling, determination, revenge, and indulgence.

Her lips were soft and hot, and my whole body trembled when I pressed them against mine.

Gu Bei was stunned for only a moment, then tightened his arms and pulled her into his embrace.

Outside the villa, Yang Wanqing inserted the key into the lock and turned it gently.

"click"

The door was pushed open a crack.

Inside the villa, the two people were instantly thrown apart as if they had been electrocuted.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and my blood was surging in my ears.

Zhou Huimin quickly wiped the corner of her mouth and turned the easel towards the door.

She forced a smile that could barely be considered natural, but her hands, hidden behind her back, were still trembling.

"Wanqing, how's my drawing?"