The overly proactive 95-generation actresses in the Chinese entertainment industry

Chapter 99 Guan Xiaotong: Are people upstairs still working out in the middle of the night?

It wasn't a fleeting kiss, nor a tentative touch.

It was a deep kiss filled with longing and possessiveness.

Her lips pressed against Lin Yu's lips, soft and warm, with a faint sweetness.

Her tongue darted out gently, tracing the shape of Lin Yu's lips, as if she were savoring something precious.

All the lingering emotions from last night erupted completely at this moment.

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and cupped Bai Lu's head, responding to her kiss.

Their lips met, from the initial gentle probing to the later passionate entanglement.

Bai Lu's fingers gripped Lin Yu's collar tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her breath hit Lin Yu's face, hot and wet.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she leaned softly against Lin Yu's chest, as if she had finally found a safe harbor.

Lin Yu's hand slid from her back to her waist, then down to support her shapely buttocks.

Round and full.

It felt exceptionally soft through the thin nightgown.

Her body trembled slightly, and she let out a soft groan.

The sound was very soft, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Bai Lu blushed even more when she heard her own voice, but she didn't flinch or push Lin Yu away.

She simply buried her face in Lin Yu's chest, not daring to look at him.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Both of them were breathing rapidly, and the only sounds in the room were their panting and the hum of the air conditioner's heating.

Lin Yu looked down at Bai Lu in his arms.

Her eyes were already somewhat glazed over.

It was as if shrouded in a thin mist, obscuring what was inside.

All I know is that there is longing, expectation, and something indescribable within it.

She was wearing a purple nightgown, the purple shimmering softly under the warm yellow light, making her skin appear even whiter.

The deep V-neckline revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin, showcasing delicate collarbones with soft curves, making her look like a painting under the light.

Lin Yu picked Bai Lu up in his arms.

Bai Lu exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around Lin Yu's neck.

Her legs wrapped around Lin Yu's waist, and she hung on him like a koala.

Lin Yu held her in his arms and turned to walk to the bedside.

Bai Lu was placed on the bed, her back sinking into the soft mattress.

Her hair was loose and spread on the pillow, and her purple nightgown stood out against the white sheets.

She looked up at Lin Yu.

Lin Yu stood by the bed, looking down at her.

Bai Lu's face was already flushed red.

Her cheeks turned red all the way down to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

Her eyes were watery, as if they held a pool of spring water.

Her eyelashes fluttered incessantly, her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was both rapid and shallow.

She didn't speak, she just looked at Lin Yu.

His eyes held anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of reckless boldness.

Lin Yu leaned down and kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then the tip of her nose, and finally her lips.

Bai Lu closed her eyes and gripped the bed sheet tightly with her fingers.

That night, although there were no rabbit ears and no role-playing involved.

But this touch of purple gave Lin Yu a different feeling.

It was a purer, unadorned feeling.

It's not Gu Huan and Huo Xuan, not Yang Kang and Mu Nianci, not characters from any script.

It was just Lin Yu and Bai Lu.

Two real, naked people embrace in the dead of night, without any pretense.

The night outside the window was very dark, and the curtains were drawn tightly, not letting in a single ray of light.

Only a small nightlight by the bedside was on in the room, emitting a warm orange glow that cast the shadows of the two people on the wall, overlapping and indistinguishable from one another.

The purple nightgown had somehow slipped to the floor and was piled up next to the black trench coat.

The white sheets were crumpled into a ball.

The blanket was pushed aside.

The water glass on the bedside table was knocked over, spilling water all over the table, but no one paid any attention to it.

The only sound in the room was the intertwined breathing of the two people.

Bai Lu's voice during the performance was sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, like a song without sheet music, free and unrestrained, yet exceptionally beautiful.

Lin Yu didn't say anything, but responded to everything she said with his actions.

That night, Lin Yu and Bai Lu went deep into rehearsing their lines.

But in one of the hotel rooms, one person couldn't sleep all night.

Room 8008.

Guan Xiaotong lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She had already counted three hundred sheep, but her mind was still perfectly clear.

It wasn't because she wasn't sleepy, but because strange noises kept coming from upstairs.

There was a thud, like something was hitting the wall.

There were also faint, indistinct sounds, like someone talking, or singing, or perhaps—

Guan Xiaotong pulled the blanket over her head and covered her ears.

Is someone working out?

Honestly, some people don't even know to keep track of time when they work out.

It's the middle of the night.

It's past midnight and they're still jumping around in the room. Don't they let people get any sleep?

Guan Xiaotong muttered a few complaints to herself, then turned over again.

But the sounds continued to come down from upstairs intermittently.

It crept through the ceiling, through the blanket, and into her ear.

She picked up her phone and glanced at the time.

One o'clock in the morning.

Guan Xiaotong sighed, tossed her phone aside, picked up the earphones from the bedside table, and put them in her ears.

The world is finally quiet.

She closed her eyes and finally drifted off to sleep around 2 a.m.

The next afternoon.

Shacheng Railway Station.

Lin Yu stood at the entrance, looking at Bai Lu.

Bai Lu wore a cream-colored turtleneck sweater today.

He wore a short black down jacket over his clothes, dark blue skinny jeans, and white sneakers.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features.

She looked refreshed and neat, completely unlike the woman who wore a purple nightgown and had a dazed look last night.

"Little Lin, I'm leaving." Bai Lu pulled her suitcase, looking at Lin Yu with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"Be careful on the road, and text me when you arrive," Lin Yu said.

"Mm." Bai Lu nodded.

Bai Lu looked at Lin Yu, opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately didn't say anything.

She just smiled, then turned and walked into the waiting room.

Lin Yu stood at the entrance, watching her figure disappear into the crowd. He stood there for a while, then turned and left.

He's going back to Kyoto too.

The New Year's Eve gala is in Shenzhen, but the rehearsals will be held in two days, so he can go back to Beijing to rest.

Back in my rented room in Kyoto.

Lin Yu threw his suitcase into the corner, collapsed onto the bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

These past few days have been incredibly stressful.

First, they recorded "Happy Camp," which lasted from the afternoon until the evening.

Then came the late-night rehearsal, followed by a train journey the next afternoon.

Although I was sitting in business class, the mental fatigue was undeniable.

Lin Yu turned over, preparing to take a nap, when his phone suddenly rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was Sun Yonghuan.

"Hello, Mr. Sun." Lin Yu answered the phone.

"Xiaoyu, good news." Sun Yonghuan's voice was filled with laughter.

"Mango TV called, inviting you to participate in their 2016-2017 New Year's Eve Gala, where you will sing 'Memories of Farewell to the Nine Gates' solo."

The appearance fee is 300,000.

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Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, then sat up abruptly from the bed.

Hunan TV's New Year's Eve Gala?