Huayu: Starting from retirement, sweeping across the domestic entertainment industry

Li Ran returned to his room, closed the door, and shut out the light from the corridor.

He had no idea that the crisis that seemed to have passed smoothly tonight was thanks to Xiao Hu's help. He simply assumed that Zhou Ye had figured things out on his own. Although this coconut was unfamiliar to him, it was still a good thing.

Li Ran lay down on the bed, picked up the phone she had just thrown down, and the screen lit up, revealing a pile of unread message notifications from Wang Churan on the lock screen.

Swipe open the screen and look at the two normal selfies in front of you, with bright smiles and delicate features.

Li Ran pursed his lips, thinking to himself: Is that all?

However, the moment the next two images loaded, his eyes lit up instantly, which was very much in line with Daipai's style.

The focus of the photo is on the lower half of the legs, not the full view, but a close-up of this section of the legs. The light and shadow flow on the stockings, creating a hazy shadow, which adds a lot of charm than straightforward nudity, a sophisticated and understated sexiness.

The other image is a cropped view from the shoulders and neck to the waist and abdomen.

The soft shoulder line extends down to the delicate, recessed collarbone, and further down, it is perfectly covered by a layer of soft, light-and-shadowy tulle. The rounded curves are faintly visible under the tulle, understated yet like a feather gently brushing against the heart.

It is elegant without being vulgar, and soft without being cloying; it is a sophisticated allure that has been carefully designed.

Li Ran held his phone, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

She sighed inwardly: She really is a beauty. Her figure, her temperament, the atmosphere she creates for photos—compared to coconut, she's a complete stunner.

Although they each have their own beauty, Wang Churan's type is clearly more captivating to Li Ran's heart.

He stared at the photo for a few seconds, his fingers tapping on the screen.

It's just so-so. For me, it's not exciting enough.

Almost immediately after the message was sent, the chat window displayed "Typing..." at the top, followed by a reply: "[I don't believe it.]"

Immediately afterwards, a video call request popped up without warning, buzzing and vibrating.

Li Ran chuckled. Did Wang Churan live inside a phone?

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the constantly flashing invitation, but finally succumbed to a certain curiosity and unfulfilled visual stimulation, and tapped his finger to connect the video call.

Wang Churan's face instantly filled the screen; she was wearing a black cleansing mask, revealing only her bright eyes and full lips.

Before Li Ran could speak, Wang Churan's muffled yet self-righteous voice, masked on, came through: "Why aren't you replying to my messages?!"

Li Ran adjusted her posture to appear more casual, a slightly aloof smile playing on her lips: "Sister Bai Zhou, I don't think I'm obligated to reply to your messages instantly, do I?"

On the screen, Wang Churan raised her hand and deftly peeled off the face mask, revealing a clear, hydrated, and flawless face.

She rolled her eyes at the camera with her signature sharp gaze, "Oh? So you're too busy with other women to check your phone?"

Li Ran's face showed a perfectly timed expression of confusion, as if he didn't understand what she was implying.

Wang Churan watched his reaction, and seeing that he didn't respond, she changed to a more direct question, tilting her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of provocation: "Then why haven't you replied for so long? Aren't the photos I posted attractive enough?"

Seeing her "praise me" expression, Li Ran's mischievous side kicked in. He deliberately went along with her words, speaking in a flippant tone: "Yeah, I just left. As for charm! It's definitely a little bit more attractive than yours."

He meant it as a joke, wanting to see her get furious.

To everyone's surprise, Wang Churan wasn't angry at all. Instead, she thought about it very seriously for a moment, and then said earnestly, with a hint of sympathy and concern, "Well... you can't do it either! It hasn't even been an hour in total!"

She paused, her tone becoming increasingly earnest: "How about... I recommend some medicine? Or maybe I can buy some supplements?"

Li Ran was stunned by her unique thought process and astonishing bluntness, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

What is all this about?

He rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with helplessness, "Wang Churan, we've only known each other for a few days. Is it appropriate to talk about this?"

"What's inappropriate about it?" Wang Churan laughed heartily on the other end of the screen, her eyes curving into crescents.

"I've already confessed my feelings to you! How can our relationship be the same?"

"What does this have to do with your confession?" Li Ran felt that her logic was a bit hard to follow.

"Of course!" Wang Churan said matter-of-factly.

"Shouldn't I find out about the basic capabilities of potential partners beforehand? What if you're really not up to par? Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage later?" She said with a serious expression, as if she were discussing some major business collaboration.

Li Ran was completely exasperated. After holding it in for a while, he said angrily, "Go eat your damn twisted dough sticks!"

"Can I eat you?" Wang Churan replied almost instantly, his expression still serious, but a sly glint flashed in his eyes.

Li Ran fell silent.

He found himself struggling to keep up; this fighting power was about the same as Evelyn, the Spider, in the Alliance—equally formidable.

Seeing that he was speechless, Wang Churan burst into laughter again.

After laughing enough, she adjusted the camera, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of seduction, "Li Ran, just looking at photos is so boring!"

"Want to see the 'real thing' now? The leg is right here." She moved suggestively.

Li Ran was provoked by her words, and the fire in his heart, which had been stirred up, mixed with his unwillingness to admit defeat, also rose up. If he backed down now, wouldn't he really be looked down upon by her?

He said with a hint of flirtatious provocation, "What's the point of just looking at legs?"

I miss my cat mommy.

Wang Churan was taken aback for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, but quickly, that confusion was replaced by understanding and a deeper smile.

"hehe……"

She grinned like a sly little fox, "Want some cats? Sure!"

She leaned closer to the camera, her individual eyelashes almost visible, and lowered her voice, her breath seeming to waft through the screen: "So, will you come to me, or should I come to you?"

Now it was Li Ran's turn to be surprised: "You understand?"

Wang Churan raised an eyebrow. "Underestimating me? It's just a Hebei dialect, isn't it?"

Looking at the bright yet provocative face on the screen, Li Ran felt the fire within him growing stronger. He took a deep breath and decided to make a tactical retreat; if they continued talking, he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

"Let's change the subject, Sister Baizhou. I'm afraid if we keep talking, I won't be able to control my temper."

Upon hearing this, Wang Churan not only didn't restrain himself, but instead gave a wicked smile and suddenly moved the phone camera down a bit. Although the crucial parts weren't revealed, the angle and movement were very suggestive.

"Can't control it? Let me help you?"

Some unpleasant thoughts flashed through Li Ran's mind in an instant: Could he have become Ji Fa?

A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly said, "Okay, okay! Stop! I have filming tomorrow, bye!"

After saying that, before Wang Churan could react, he quickly pressed the red hang-up button.

It wasn't that he chickened out; it was just that Zhou Ye's side was clearly hopeless today, and his relationship with Xiao Tian hadn't been sorted out yet. If Wang Churan really ignited the fire within him, there would be nowhere to vent it.

He wasn't used to doing any handicrafts, and he didn't want to lose a night's sleep.

On the other side, Wang Churan looked at the suddenly interrupted video call interface, and instead of being angry, she chuckled softly and happily.

She picked up her phone again and typed rapidly: [Li Ran, are all you professional players this innocent, no, I mean shy?]

Are you even capable, you little greyhound?

After typing, she seemed to feel it wasn't enough, so she got up and went to the mirror, adjusted the angle and lighting, and took a few selfies that showed off her figure better than the previous two, but still remained sexy without being vulgar, and sent them over.

He then typed: [Wouldn't this be considered a reward for the innocent guy?]

Just as Li Ran had calmed down a little, her phone started vibrating incessantly. She picked it up and saw it was Wang Churan again.

Upon seeing the words "Shingled Dog," his eyebrows twitched. Then, clicking on the new "reward" photos, he smirked. He was being looked down upon.

He typed back: 【Okay, you wait. Don't cry next time we meet.】

Wang Churan replied instantly: [Want to take a good shower and spray on some perfume?]

Li Ran was practically defeated by her; this girl's thought process and ability to catch jokes were truly unbeatable.

What do you think?

"Goodnight, Sister Baizhou." He tried to end the conversation, which was gradually spiraling out of control.

Wang Churan readily agreed: 【Okay~ I'll wash up and wait for you.】

Goodnight, my innocent brother~

A few minutes later, seeing that Li Ran did not reply, Wang Churan put down her phone with satisfaction, stretched, and her beautiful curves were fully revealed under her pajamas.

She walked to the window, looked at the night outside, a confident and joyful smile on her lips, and murmured to herself.

"The first step in the plan to win over Li Ran is to conduct reconnaissance with firepower and lure him into a trap..."

"Hmm, it seems to be working well; at least, his mind is in turmoil."

In high spirits, she turned and headed towards the bathroom, genuinely intending to take a nice, fragrant shower.