Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 12 Intoxication

Fan Binbin's apartment is located on the top floor of a nearby upscale residential building.

The elevator ascended smoothly, and the two of them were alone in the small space, their figures reflected in the mirrored wall.

Fan Binbin stood slightly forward, and Fu Yibai could smell a faint fragrance emanating from her hair that was even clearer than at dinner, mixed with the slightly tipsy scent of red wine.

The apartment's interior features a modern minimalist style with clean lines and a color scheme dominated by black, white, gray, and natural wood tones. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a stunning view of the city's nightscape, as if framing the entire galaxy within them.

The interior was very clean, even a bit too much like a "showroom," lacking the warmth of a long-term home. Only a cashmere shawl casually draped over the sofa and a few open fashion magazines on the coffee table hinted at the presence of a place that had been lived in for a long time.

"Director Fu, please make yourself at home, don't be shy."

Fan Binbin placed her handbag on the entryway cabinet, kicked off her high heels, and walked barefoot onto the soft, long-pile carpet to the island in the open kitchen.

"What would you like to drink? Water, tea, or... a little more?"

She turned around and looked back, her eyes appearing hazy and gentle in the soft, indirect lighting of the living room.

"Water is fine, thank you."

Fu Yibai sat down on the sofa, his posture relaxed but not casual.

His gaze swept across the living room, finally settling on the lights outside the window.

Fan Binbin quickly brought over two glasses of lemonade and sat down on the sofa next to him, much closer than in the restaurant, his knees almost touching Fan Binbin's legs.

When she handed him the water glass, her fingertips brushed against the back of his hand almost imperceptibly.

"The view from here is pretty good, isn't it?"

Sometimes when I can't sleep, I sit here and look at the night view.

She turned slightly to the side, hugging a cushion, looking out the window, her voice carrying a rare, unguarded languor.

"It feels like the whole city is asleep, yet it also feels like it's always awake."

Fu Yibai took a sip of water, and the cool, slightly sour taste invigorated him.

"It's a great place to unwind."

In our line of work, sometimes you really do need some space and time that are completely your own.

"yes."

Fan Binbin turned her head and looked at his face. The previous laziness was gradually replaced by a more focused look.

"Director Fu, can you tell me your story?"

I really want to know how you, at such a young age, managed to make such an excellent film as "Black Coal, Thin Ice".

Are you a genius?

Perhaps due to the rising intoxication, the two found themselves pressed tightly together without realizing it.

"I'm not a genius, I'm just lucky and I stood on the shoulders of giants, which is why I've achieved this little bit."

"You are so modest."

The two sat on the sofa chatting and laughing. Although Fu Yibai was a little drunk, he wasn't drunk enough to reveal the secret of his rebirth.

He simply fabricated his educational background.

.........

"Director Fu..."

Fan Binbin called out, her voice softer and sweeter than before, with a hint of breathiness.

"Um?"

"I think I'm a little drunk~"

Fan Binbin's eyes were misty as she looked at Fu Yibai with gentle eyes.

After dinner and the conversation, Fan Binbin became increasingly interested in Fu Yibai. This inexplicable liking intensified under the influence of alcohol.

Fan Binbin's breathing became somewhat rapid without her realizing it.

As the fragrant breeze carrying the scent of alcohol wafted onto his face, Fu Yibai's breathing gradually became rapid.

Both of them saw the longing in each other's eyes at that moment.

Their cheeks drew closer and closer until their lips met.

The kiss wasn't intense at first; it was tentative and savoring, with lips touching and gently caressing each other.

But soon, Fan Binbin responded proactively, hooking her arm around his neck and opening her teeth enthusiastically.

Fu Yibai deepened the kiss, capturing her breath, exchanging the slightly sour lemonade and lingering aroma of red wine in their mouths.

In the quiet living room, only the increasingly disordered breathing and the faint, blush-inducing sound of water stains remained.

The city lights outside the window flickered silently, witnessing how this unspoken night in the circle slid from verbal probing to the most honest "communication" through the body.

Fu Yibai's hand slid down her back, and through the smooth satin fabric of her dress, he could clearly feel the curves of her body and her gradually rising body temperature.

Fan Binbin almost went limp in his arms, a soft hum escaping her nose, her fingers running through his thick black hair.

When the kiss ended, the two separated slightly, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.

Fan Binbin's eyes were glistening with tears, and her cheeks were flushed. Her previous aura as a female star had long been replaced by the dreamy and longing expression of a young woman.

"Director Fu..."

Fan Binbin's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Shall we go to the bedroom?"

here……

The lights are too bright.

Fu Yibai stared intently at the woman before him.

"it is good."

He scooped her up in his arms.

Fan Binbin gasped softly, then hugged his neck even tighter, burying her burning cheeks in his shoulder.

The style of the master bedroom is consistent with that of the living room, with a soft bed and dark gray bedding that exudes a calm and private atmosphere.

Fu Yibai placed her on the bed, and his body covered hers.

This time, it was no longer a gentle test.

Clothes became superfluous obstacles, stripped off piece by piece and scattered on the expensive carpet.

Skin to skin, body heat mingling, an even stronger fragrance and amorous scent filled the air.

He led her to explore the most primal and instinctive emotional layers that could not be written in a script.

Sweat soaked their foreheads, and their breaths burned each other's skin.

As night deepened, the city lights outside the window remained lit, while the fierce storm inside finally subsided, turning into a lingering warmth and disordered breathing.

The next day, Fu Yibai woke up first, his arms still wrapped around himself.

Fan Binbin was curled up in his arms, fast asleep, her long hair scattered on the pillow, covering half of her face.

As I regained consciousness, memories from last night gradually returned.

Fan Binbin's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The initial confusion upon waking lasted only a few seconds. When she met Fu Yibai's calm gaze, everything from last night became clear in an instant.

She wasn't panicked or embarrassed; she just blinked, and then the corners of her lips slowly curved into a very soft, even childlike, arc.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and murmured something indistinctly, like a lazy cat.

"morning."

Fu Yibai's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and he tightened his arms slightly.

"morning……"

Her response was pressed against his skin, her warm breath brushing against him.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked softly.

"What time is it now?"

It's eight o'clock.

"Oh my god, it's so late."

You have an audition today.

Get up, get up!

Fan Binbin quickly got out of bed and got dressed.

His words were full of concern for Fu Yibai.

Fu Yibai didn't mention the role once until he left Fan Binbin's house.

There was no mention of Fu Yibai being held responsible.

I don't know if it's because the other person is open-minded, or because she's too smart.

However, although Fan Binbin didn't mention it, in Fu Yibai's mind, Fan Binbin's rating had already been greatly improved.

If no one performs even more impressively today, she will be the final choice.