Huayu: The young actress is heavily dependent on me

Dilraba hugged the gift box and ran back to her room.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Dilraba buried her face completely in the pillow.

This is so embarrassing! So embarrassing! So embarrassing!

She, Dilraba, has lived for twenty-one years and has never done anything so daring.

She actually took the initiative to kiss a man.

And he was touching people randomly!

Dilraba rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and reached out to touch her lips.

The sensation is still there.

Chen Li's lips were much softer than she had imagined.

He had a faint fragrance about him that made people feel at ease.

Reba buried her face back in the pillow and let out a muffled scream.

It's all over, it's completely over.

but--

She suddenly turned over and stared blankly at the ceiling.

He said that if you want to have a healthy relationship, you need to think it through.

Dilraba hugged the blanket to her chest, and couldn't help but smile.

So he likes himself.

He could have simply not pushed it away; he could have simply gone along with it.

Anyway, since she took the initiative, he didn't lose out.

This shows that he respects her.

Reba rolled around on the bed and buried her face in the blanket.

"What the heck... this kind of man is just too unfair."

Dilraba sat up and patted her burning cheeks.

Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore.

Her gaze fell on the purple gift box on the table.

Oh, and the gift.

Reba took a deep breath and slowly unwrapped the packaging.

Open the box.

Then he froze.

Inside the box lay a set of black lace lingerie, lying quietly.

The bra featured a lace-trimmed design, and the panties—

Reba's eyes widened as she picked it up with two fingers.

The middle part of the underwear is openwork.

Hollowed-out...

Dilraba's mind went blank.

The gift Chen Li gave was this?!

She stared at the lingerie, her cheeks flushing at an alarming rate.

Did he buy this for himself hoping that she would wear it for him?

Dilraba's mind uncontrollably conjured up images of herself standing in front of Chen Li wearing this lingerie, the openwork revealing glimpses of her skin...

She suddenly covered her face.

What's the difference between this and not wearing anything at all!

No, it's worse than not wearing anything at all.

Reba lay face down on the bed, burying her face in her arms.

"Chen Li, you're such a repressed pervert—"

Her voice came from the crook of her arms, a mixture of shame and anger.

She turned over, closed the box, and pushed it to the furthest spot on the bedside table.

Then it was pulled back.

Dilraba bit her lip, picked up the bra, and held it up against herself.

It seems... the size is quite accurate.

She remembered when Chen Li hugged her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his palms pressed against her back.

Was he secretly taking measurements at that time?

Dilraba put the underwear back in the box, turned off the desk lamp, and snuggled into the covers.

But when I close my eyes, the images in my mind just won't stop.

Chen Li by the river, Chen Li with his shirt off, water droplets sliding down his chest muscles.

Six-pack abs, V-line, and the waistband of those white shorts...

When he kissed her today, his palm was against her lower back, and the warmth of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of her clothes.

Reba pulled the blanket over her head.

Consciousness gradually faded.

She had a dream.

In my dream, there was a dim, yellow lamp, its light gently shining down.

She stood in the center of the room, wearing that black lace lingerie set. The openwork pattern clung to her skin, feeling cool and refreshing.

The door opened.

Chen Li walked in, wearing the same white shorts she wore today, her upper body bare.

He walked towards her step by step.

Then he leaned down and kissed her.

Dilraba has forgotten some of what happened after that.

All she remembered was that the next morning, she washed her underwear for a very long time...

......

The first rays of morning sunlight slanted through the gaps in the curtains and fell obliquely onto the bed.

Chen Li rolled over and habitually reached out to hug the side...

empty.

Chen Li sat up and looked around. On the bedside table, a note was being held down by a cell phone.

Chen Li picked it up and saw that it was written in Fan Bingbing's signature messy handwriting:

You little rascal, I have something to do on set, I'm leaving now.

I'll let you off easy this time. Next time, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget.

As for that piece of clothing...

If you buy something nicer, maybe I can accept it...

P.S.: If you're satisfied with the copyright issue of your song, please discuss it with my assistant.

Chen Li smiled as she looked at the contents of the note.

Fan Xiaopang is now completely down-to-earth with me, and has become a sophisticated older sister figure.

Yesterday, he kept insisting that he only came because of the matter of not dyeing this song.

I don't believe you for a second!

Especially yesterday, Fan Xiaopang kept shouting that he wanted to avenge his previous defeat.

In the end, he still got a severe lesson from Chen Li.

After all, with the system's reward of super-strong recovery ability, Chen Li could be described as unleashing a barrage of attacks.

The climaxes came one after another.

"I give up, I give up... Please have mercy on me..."

Fan Bingbing finally collapsed onto him, her voice trembling with sobs, her whole body limp.

It was at this moment that she, panting, discussed the song "Undyed" with him.

According to Fan Bingbing, the production team paid a fixed copyright fee of 80,000 yuan. If there is revenue from digital albums later, Chen Li will also receive a 5% royalty share of the lyrics and music.

Eighty thousand yuan.

Chen Li silently did some calculations in her mind.

At this point in 2014, this price was quite reasonable for a newcomer with absolutely no previous work.

It's worth noting that the investment in "The Empress of China" was as high as 200 million yuan, so the budget for film and television music copyrights was already quite generous.

For most TV dramas, getting 30,000 to 50,000 yuan for an original song by a newcomer as background music is considered pretty good.

Not to mention the subsequent royalty sharing. Although 5% may not seem like much, if the show becomes a hit and the song becomes a hit as well, then the subsequent income will be continuous.

Fan Bingbing also told him that "The Empress of China" is expected to be broadcast at the end of this year, and the production team's publicity team will cooperate in promoting the song.

As he was thinking about these things, a familiar golden light suddenly flashed before his eyes.

[Congratulations, host, on successfully launching your original work into the film and television industry, taking your first step towards becoming a superstar!]

A true superstar needs not only outstanding work but also a powerful fan base. Weibo, as the most important fan interaction platform today, is a strategic stronghold that the host must conquer!

[System Task: Register a Weibo account, post a Weibo message interacting with a female celebrity (including but not limited to tagging her, reposting, commenting, etc.), and get at least 5000 likes.]

[Rewards for completing the mission: Top-level knowledge of fitness and nutrition theory, and an alluring body odor]

Top-tier fitness and nutrition theories?

This is not bad.

Even if your body has been optimized to a near-perfect state by the system, you still need to pay attention to exercise to maintain it.

Although Chen Li was a seasoned fitness enthusiast in his previous life, he still lacked some knowledge in terms of theory and details.

After all, fitness is a sport where injuries are very common, and having a solid theoretical foundation can make all the difference.

This is why top bodybuilders still hire coaches to guide their competition preparation.

But what's with this alluring body odor?

I hope you're not going to give me some weird or strange stuff...

Chen Li blinked as she looked at the flashing words on the screen.

5000 more likes?

For top-tier celebrities, this number may be insignificant.

Lu Han's post "I'm home" from last October has received over 1 million likes.

But for a complete newcomer with absolutely no fan base, 5000 likes is no small number.