The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

The hairdryer stopped, and Meng Ziyi was in Shen Mo's arms, her mind in turmoil. But Shen Mo just held her quietly. After thinking for a long time, she stood up weakly.

She bent down, placed her hands on the back of the chair behind Shen Mo's shoulders, and brought her face close to his.

The distance was less than ten centimeters.

The collar of her bathrobe was slightly open, and Shen Mo could clearly smell the scent of her shower gel.

"Brother Mo, do you really want me to take the initiative?"

"Aren't you curious what I'm wearing under my bathrobe?"

Meng Ziyi's lips were almost touching his ear as she lowered her voice, her tone carrying a hint of seductive allure.

"Brother Mo...Master..."

Shen Mo instantly felt all the blood in his body rush to one direction at once.

Meng Ziyi naturally noticed his change; the changes under Shen Mo's bathrobe were impossible to hide.

She didn't look away; instead, she smiled and bit her lip.

She straightened up, her fair fingers reaching towards her waist, the sash of her bathrobe falling to the ground.

Black straps wrapped tightly around her from her shoulders down, lifting her curves and flattening her abs.

She raised one knee and pressed it into the middle of the chair where Shen Mo was sitting, leaning forward slightly.

The interplay of black and white was vividly displayed before Shen Mo's eyes.

Meng Ziyi pouted, "Brother Mo, isn't this enough to make your heart flutter?"

She gave a soft hum, placed one hand on Shen Mo's shoulder, and slipped the other hand into her bathrobe.

Shen Mo shuddered. Meng Ziyi's fingers were a little cold, which contrasted sharply with his burning temperature.

Her pretty face instantly turned red. Her little mouth gaped open, and the feeling in her hand made her eyes widen in surprise.

Shen Mo's lips slowly curved upwards as he reached out and pulled her into his arms with a slight pull.

"Sister Meng, you're so good at this?"

Meng Ziyi stopped moving her hands. She tilted her head, her eyelashes drooping, revealing a pitiful expression.

"Bai Mengyan picked it out for me..."

"She said you'll like Brother Mo..."

That delicate face, paired with that expression and those words, made Shen Mo feel his heart beat faster.

"I like it, of course I like it."

"I like it whether it has these features or not; it's you, I like it all."

Meng Ziyi looked up at him, her eyes crinkling, moved her hand slightly, then stopped.

Shen Mo stared at her, his chest heaving violently.

The air between the two of them was burning.

He leaned close to Meng Ziyi's ear and whispered something.

"Sister Meng, let's get moving!"

Meng Ziyi blushed, but her eyes lit up instantly.

She leaned forward, pressing her body against Shen Mo's chest, and her hands under the bathrobe gradually began to quicken their rhythm.

Shen Mo's hand landed on her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her face, passing through her hair, and supporting the back of her head.

Meng Ziyi closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Shen Mo's palm.

Her breathing became uneven. She lifted her head from his chest, looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears, expectation, and a hint of trepidation.

Shen Mo lowered his head and kissed her.

Meng Ziyi's left hand climbed onto his shoulder, and his right hand grasped and slowly tightened.

Meng Ziyi's breathing became rapid, and her body was slightly hot, starting from her chest as if on fire, then spreading to her limbs, to her fingertips, and to every inch of her skin.

Shen Mo released her, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling, unable to tell whose was hotter.

"Nervous?" Shen Mo's voice was low, with a reassuring tone.

"A little," Meng Ziyi said honestly, her voice trembling slightly, but her lips curled into a wide smile, "but mostly, I'm happy."

Shen Mo smiled and gently pecked the tip of her nose.

Meng Ziyi's face flushed red again. "Brother Mo, you ambushed me."

"No, it's perfectly aboveboard!"

"You're cheating!"

"You're the one who attacked from behind!"

"Where would I find that!"

"You suddenly strained!"

"No!"

The two of them bickered like children for a few moments, their voices growing softer and slower until finally neither of them spoke.

However, Meng Ziyi's lips curled into a smile that she couldn't suppress.

After a long while, Meng Ziyi raised her head, pouting and acting coquettishly.

"Brother Mo, my hands are so tired."

Shen Mo smiled, pulled Meng Ziyi's hand out of his own, and held it in his own. He was about to stand up, supporting himself on the handrail.

Meng Ziyi had already moved her body, straddling one leg and sitting on Shen Mo's lap, facing him.

To be precise, Meng Ziyi rode on his lap.

His knees were pressed down on the chair, and the hem of his bathrobe was spread out on both sides of his thighs.

Shen Mo glanced up and saw that Meng Ziyi's delicate body was already flushed with a faint blush, her lips slightly upturned, and her hands wrapped around the back of his neck.

His gaze was fixed on the beautiful scenery before him, and he couldn't look away.

Meng Ziyi looked down at him, her hair slipping down her shoulders and brushing against his face.

"Brother Mo, why did you get up?"

Shen Mo's mouth moved, but before he could speak, Meng Ziyi stopped him.

She reached into her bathrobe, adjusted herself slightly, twisted her waist, and pressed down.

With a soft hum, her weight instantly shifted onto Shen Mo.

Shen Mo moved his hand to her back, instinctively protecting her.

Meng Ziyi chuckled softly and hummed twice through her nose.

She opened her hazy eyes, her whole body trembling slightly.

"Brother Mo, I feel so fulfilled."

Meng Ziyi placed her hands on Shen Mo's shoulders and swayed gently.

Shen Mo smiled as he looked at her, and placed his hands on her waist.

Meng Ziyi frowned, bit her lower lip, and occasionally let out a soft moan.

However, although Meng Ziyi is bad at games and loves to play, her physical strength is always her biggest obstacle.

Before long, she collapsed into Shen Mo's arms.

Shen Mo looked down at her, the light from the table lamp falling on her face, making her eyebrows and eyes look very soft.

Meng Ziyi looked at him too, and their eyes met in the dim light.

She pouted. "Brother Mo, it's your turn."

Shen Mo smiled slightly and reached out to gently stroke her delicate nose.

Then we began today's fitness instruction for Meng Ziyi, focusing on strengthening her core muscles.

As fitness training progresses, the movements gradually become faster and the intensity slowly increases.

In the room, the soft whimpers slowly turned into rapid, labored breathing.

Several faint red marks appeared on Shen Mo's back at some point.

Meng Ziyi was very happy; her heart was filled with happiness, like a balloon being blown up, getting fuller and fuller.

She suddenly raised her head, her face flushed, tears welled up in her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and her pupils dilated slightly.

He looked dazed, as if he had been struck by something.

Her toes curled involuntarily, and her waist slumped slightly.

……

The wind outside the window picked up, sounding like something was weeping softly in the distance.

The lampshade of the table lamp gleamed slightly under the light, casting a blurry halo on the ceiling.

The room fell silent instantly, so quiet that you could faintly hear Chocolate snoring downstairs.

Meng Ziyi leaned listlessly against Shen Mo's chest, trembling slightly from time to time.

She pouted, "How embarrassing..."

Shen Mo smiled, pinched her chin, and gently kissed her.

"It's not shameful, it's actually quite cute."

Meng Ziyi glanced at him with seductive eyes, then clenched her small fist and punched him hard in the chest.

The chair and bathrobe were both wet, and if they sat there any longer, they might catch a cold, so Shen Mo simply picked up Meng Ziyi and went into the bathroom.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, soaking the two of them, and the steam quickly filled the entire space.

Shen Mo took a bath towel and wrapped it around Meng Ziyi's hair. She turned her back to Shen Mo, raised her arms, and closed her eyes.

Shen Mo smiled slightly, put his arm around her, and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Rose?"

Meng Ziyi smiled with satisfaction, her lips curving upwards into a wide arc.

"Jack!"

She turned around, looked up at him, and tiny droplets of water gathered on her forehead, slid down her nose, and hung on her lips.

"Would you like me to have my back scrubbed?"

Shen Mo looked at her with amusement.

Meng Ziyi chuckled and reached out to place her hand on Shen Mo's chest, gently drawing circles on it...

After washing up, the two of them crawled into bed and hugged each other tightly, their breaths mingling and becoming the clearest sound at that moment.

Everything has slowed down.

With a smile on her face, Meng Ziyi gazed intently at Shen Mo's face. The light and shadow fell on his face, outlining deep lines.

His brow bones were high like mountain ridges, his eyes were deep and bright, and his jawline was sharply defined.

This is the person who makes Meng Ziyi infinitely infatuated.

……

The morning light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains, carrying the cool, crisp feel unique to winter.

Without her conscious thought, Meng Ziyi's lips curved slightly upwards.

The temperature under the blanket was incredibly warm, and she was enveloped in an embrace she had longed for for so long.

Her back was pressed against Shen Mo's chest, and she could feel his body temperature and heartbeat.

She felt a hand on her waist, pulling her into his arms.

She slowly moved her hand and intertwined her fingers with the large hand resting on her waist.

Shen Mo's hand suddenly moved, and he took her hand in his palm, then pulled her closer to his arms.

"woke up?"

Shen Mo's voice, hoarse from just waking up, came down from above her head.

Meng Ziyi didn't speak, but simply nodded.

Her face was still turned towards the curtains, and she dared not turn away, because she knew that her face must be incredibly red.

Shen Mo moved his hand up a little from her waist. "Have you had enough sleep?"

"Um……"

Are you hungry?

"Not hungry..."

Shen Mo sensed her shyness and immediately smiled.

Meng Ziyi's ears turned completely red. She shrank her neck and buried her face in the pillow.

A mischievous smile crept across Shen Mo's lips. "But I'm hungry!"

"what?"

Meng Ziyi finally raised her head and turned to look at Shen Mo, trying to understand what he meant.

Shen Mo reached out and fiddled with the buttons on Meng Ziyi's front, and the peculiar tingling sensation made her instantly realize what was happening.

She immediately shrank back, pulling the blanket up to cover her head.

The sound of dripping water still echoed in her mind, and her face flushed red.

A moment later, she rolled over and lay face down on the bed, pulling the pillow over to put under her chin.

Then he turned to look at Shen Mo.

"Brother Mo..."

Shen Mo met her gaze, which held a hint of attraction and shyness.

"this time……"

Meng Ziyi closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time.

Shen Mo didn't urge her, but simply reached out and hugged her, resting his chin on the top of her head and closing his eyes.

Meng Ziyi remained silent for a long time, so long that Shen Mo thought she had fallen asleep, before a soft, meow-like murmur finally escaped her lips.

"From behind..."

After saying that, her waist, which had been lying down, collapsed, and the middle part of the quilt sticked up high.

Shen Mo's fingers paused in her hair, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

……

When the swirling blankets calmed down again, Meng Ziyi nestled into Shen Mo's arms once more.

Shen Mo looked at her, his gaze moving from her eyebrows to her eyes, from her eyes to her nose, from her nose to her lips, and finally back to her eyes.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled slyly.

"Sister Meng, you have sleep in your eyes."

Meng Ziyi's smile froze instantly.

She let out a soft "Ah!" and abruptly shrank back under the covers. From within the covers came her muffled sound, filled with shame and resentment.

"Brother Mo, you're so annoying! So early in the morning!"

Shen Mo laughed out loud and reached out to pull the blanket, but Meng Ziyi inside held on tightly, preventing him from pulling it off.

The two of them tugged at the blanket for a few moments, until the blanket was crumpled into a ball. Finally, Meng Ziyi ran out of strength, let go, and was pulled down by Shen Mo.

Her face was revealed, as red as a boiled shrimp, her eyes wide open, her lips pouting, a mixture of anger, embarrassment, and an irrepressible urge to laugh, her expression exceptionally vivid.

"No, you're flirting with me!" she accused.

"I really saw it." Shen Mo looked completely innocent. "I was just stating the facts."

"Statement of false facts!"

Meng Ziyi reached out and punched him lightly in the chest, like a cat's paw patting someone.

"And even if there were such a thing, you shouldn't say it to a girl first thing in the morning! It will ruin her mood for the whole day!"

Shen Mo took her hand and pressed it against his chest.

"Then I'll say something nicer."

Meng Ziyi raised an eyebrow and waited.

"Sister Meng looks really beautiful today."

Meng Ziyi's lips twitched; she tried to hold it in, but couldn't, and the corner of her mouth curved upwards.

"Anything else?"

"Your skin is very good."

"Anything else?"

"Your eyes are very bright."

"Anything else?"

"Her lips are very soft."

Meng Ziyi's face turned red again, but this time it wasn't because she was angry.

I just felt that although these words sounded nice, they were inexplicably a bit perfunctory.

She gave a soft snort, pulled her hand out of Shen Mo's palm, and turned her back to him.

"Actually, there's more..."

Shen Mo's voice rang out again, and Meng Ziyi's ears perked up instantly.

"Sister Meng's singing last night and this morning was wonderful."

Meng Ziyi frowned, confused for a few seconds, then her eyes widened instantly.

Meng Ziyi's face instantly turned bright red, and her heart raced.

"Unfathomable, endlessly fascinating..."

Meng Ziyi grabbed Shen Mo's hand that was holding her and bit him.

"hiss……"

Hearing Shen Mo's exclamation, Meng Ziyi reluctantly relented, turning around to glare at him fiercely.

Shen Mo didn't say anything more, just chuckled, reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead behind her ear, and gently kissed them.

The light outside the window brightened a bit, and the light filtering through the gaps in the curtains had changed from pale gold to golden yellow, spreading a warm patch of light across the floor.

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