Chinese entertainment industry has been booming since 2008.

Back in my hotel room, the heavy door clicked shut, completely shutting out the noise from the outside world.

Jing Tian leaned against the cold door panel, as if all his strength had been drained away. His body slowly slid down and finally collapsed onto the soft carpet.

In the darkness, she didn't even have the strength to turn on the light. Only the neon lights of the city outside the window cast flickering shadows on her face through the gaps in the loosely drawn curtains.

Her heart was still pounding wildly in her chest, each beat heavy and rapid, striking her eardrums.

That fleeting moment of touch, the cool temperature of Zhang Yang's cheek skin, was like a burning brand, clearly etched into her sensory memory, impossible to erase.

"I'm going crazy... I must be going crazy!"

Jing Tian buried his burning face deep in his knees, his mind a jumbled mess.

What will Zhang Yang think of her?

Do you think she's frivolous? Do you think she's a troublemaker who doesn't know her place and acts recklessly under the influence of alcohol?

Will he hate her and distance himself from her because of this?

How should she face him in the future? Will he look at her differently?

Countless questions, like thorns, entangled Jing Tian's heart, pricking her painfully. She even began to regret why she had impulsively made such an outrageous move.

However, amidst endless regret and panic, a faint, undeniable, and trembling sweetness quietly spread through the deepest recesses of her heart.

How long had she longed to get close to him?

During countless days of rehearsing scenes, and during countless moments of silently watching him, she had imagined countless times being able to touch Zhang Yang so closely, even if only for a second.

That kiss, though hasty and bold, truly fulfilled the secret and stubborn desire in her heart.

The triumphant elation was intertwined with immense panic, making her feel as if she were being torn apart.

She sat behind the door for an unknown amount of time until her legs went numb. Then she struggled to get up, staggered to the bedside, and threw herself heavily onto the soft mattress.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she looked at her reflection—her cheeks flushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of panic and confusion—and felt utterly unfamiliar with herself. She splashed cold water on her face repeatedly, trying to cool down the burning sensation and her anxiety, but it was all in vain.

At the same time, Wang Like also felt as if he was undergoing a tribulation.

Tonight, she drank about three or four ounces of baijiu (Chinese liquor), which directly caused her to feel a little lightheaded, but fortunately, she was still quite conscious.

Looking at Zhang Yang, who was panting heavily and a little restless after falling asleep, I figured he must be thirsty. I took a bottle of purified water from the cabinet in the room, unscrewed the cap, took a couple of sips myself, and then put it on the bedside table.

She climbed back onto the bed, struggled to lift Zhang Yang up, and let him lean against her. She took the bottle of water from the bedside and brought it to Zhang Yang's lips.

Zhang Yang was only wearing a white shirt. He closed his eyes and leaned against Wang Like's chest unconsciously, with the back of his head resting between Wang Like's breasts. This made Wang Like blush a little, but she did not move Zhang Yang's head away.

Zhang Yang was feeling unbearably hot and extremely thirsty when he felt someone helping him up. He struggled to sit up and leaned against a soft body. An open bottle of purified water was brought to his lips.

Zhang Yang instinctively gulped down the water, drinking rather quickly. He choked in the middle, coughing and spraying water all over himself. After the coughing stopped, he continued drinking until he was no longer thirsty, then he fell asleep.

Looking at Zhang Yang's handsome face as he slept soundly in her arms, Wang Like unconsciously stroked his face with her hand. Her fingers ran over his thick eyebrows, closed eyes, high nose, and slightly angular lips, and her gaze fell on his chest, which had just been sprayed with water.

Worried that Zhang Yang might be uncomfortable sleeping in wet clothes, Wang Like carefully unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time before taking it off.

The sight of six-pack abs made Wang Like unable to resist touching them. Glancing at Zhang Yang, who was still fast asleep, Wang Like felt her face burning. She didn't know how she could be so bold as to secretly touch a man.

Wang Like took a deep breath. Actually, she was quite drunk, and her whole body was still spinning. She wanted to get up and leave, but she couldn't help but steal glances at Zhang Yang out of the corner of her eye.

She glanced at Zhang Yang, who was still fast asleep, a lingering blush on her face. Trembling, she stroked Zhang Yang's six-pack abs with her hand, and sighed inwardly, "He's so handsome, and his body is amazing."

Wang Like wanted to leave. A man and a woman alone in a room, especially two drunkards—what if Zhang Yang woke up and...?

"ah!!"

Wang Like's heart skipped a beat, and she almost cried out. She had seen Zhang Yang...

"Could it be...could it be because I touched him inappropriately just now that he's acting like this?"

Zhang Yang was drowsy and didn't sleep very soundly. He could barely open his eyes and vaguely felt that his headrest was very soft and had a faint perfume scent that smelled very pleasant.

Zhang Yang couldn't remember where he was; he just instinctively felt an urge to go to the toilet. He tried to move, but couldn't get up. Sensing someone beside him, he mumbled, "Help...help me to the toilet...I can't hold it anymore."

Wang Li, who had been lost in thought, was brought back to reality by Zhang Yang's words. After hearing Zhang Yang's request and confirming that Zhang Yang was drunk, he took a deep breath and finally helped him up.

Zhang Yang had one arm around Wang Like, with the other hanging at his side, and he was being helped by Wang Like to the toilet with unsteady steps.

"Help me download it..."

Wang Like was initially shy, but after glancing at Zhang Yang, whose eyes were still closed and who was still half asleep, she steeled herself and closed her eyes as well. However, her trembling hands betrayed her feelings at that moment.

After Zhang Yang finished relieving himself, Wang Li carried him on his back and, with great effort, managed to get him back onto the bed.

After Zhang Yang lay back on the bed, Wang Like looked at him, her mind replaying the scene that had made her blush and her heart race.

"Wang Like, what's wrong with you!"

Looking at Zhang Yang, whose breathing was somewhat heavy, Wang Like, as if possessed, raised his hand again and reached out towards Zhang Yang.

........

Liu Junjie lay on the hotel bed, his eyes still looking relatively clear. At the wrap party, he appeared to be so drunk he couldn't even walk, but he was actually faking it.

Thinking about arranging for Wang Like to take Zhang Yang back to his room, he felt like applauding himself for his cleverness.

In his view, this was a perfect, brilliant move.

Liu Junjie wasn't blind to Zhang Yang's interest in Wang Like, especially when it came to arranging a role for Wang Like in "Swords of Legends." In Liu Junjie's view, this was a signal from Zhang Yang.

"Sigh, I guess I'm sacrificing myself for art. After worrying about the play itself, I still have to worry about what happens off-screen."

At that moment, Liu Junjie felt that he was the most considerate and visionary director in the world.