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

As April progressed into the middle of the month, willow catkins filled the streets of the capital.

Shen Mo and Dilraba Dilmurat's "My Sunshine," filmed at the end of last year, is scheduled to premiere on Hunan TV and iQiyi on April 22. This is Hunan TV's first collaboration with Mohen after changing the head of the purchasing department, and Hunan TV attaches great importance to it, giving it full promotional resources.

Coincidentally, LeShi.com also brought out "Demon Girl," which they co-produced with Yu Zheng, and scheduled it for release on April 22, putting them on the same stage.

"Demon Girl" was Li Yitong's debut work in her previous life, but in this life, the female lead was replaced by Wu Jinyan by Yu Zheng.

Shen Mo sat at his desk looking at Chen Zhixi, and couldn't help but smile when he heard the news Chen Zhixi brought.

Yu Zheng, from the initial clash between "Bounty Hunters" and "My Love from the Star" to the head-on collision between "Legend of Lu Zhen" and "The Journey of Flower", always came with great fanfare but left in disgrace.

After Huayi collapsed, Yu Zheng kept quiet for a while, but unexpectedly he reappeared on the Leshi ship.

"Yu Zheng has learned his lesson this time." Shen Mo opened Weibo, scrolled through a few pages, and said, "He didn't give any advance notice."

Chen Zhixi nodded: "Indeed, after the official announcement, there was almost no activity from his side, only the stills and trailers were released normally."

After being repeatedly defeated in direct confrontations, even the most arrogant person will learn to be humble.

Yu Zheng hasn't stopped being arrogant; he's just learned the price of arrogance.

But that doesn't mean he's given up. With Le Shi behind him, even if he wanted to give up, it wouldn't be possible. At most, he wouldn't make public statements, but he would still take action in secret.

Sure enough, the first wave of attacks arrived on the battlefield on time that afternoon.

[Attention fans of the original novel "My Sunshine"! The TV adaptation is said to have made significant changes, with many classic scenes being cut or altered.]

Dilraba's looks and acting skills are completely unsuitable for Zhao Mosheng, but Shen Mo is recklessly pushing her forward.

[Dilraba Dilmurat managed to get the role of Zhao Mosheng by personally flying back to the capital, to Shen Mo's office...]

The conversation ended there, leaving an ellipsis for netizens to fill in the blanks themselves.

The best way to smear a female celebrity is to spread rumors and steer the conversation towards unspoken rules. This is the best way to ruin a female celebrity.

Dilraba's fans immediately rushed to refute her.

But the opponent's playing style was very sophisticated; they didn't engage in direct confrontations, but rather slowly and steadily chipped away at the opponent's strength.

One marketing account posted it, and then ten more marketing accounts followed suit.

The copywriting is largely the same, avoiding legal risks by starting with phrases like "it is rumored," "I heard," or "industry insiders revealed."

Shen Mo picked up his phone and dialed Dilraba's number.

"Yu Zheng used this trick back in 'Swords of Legends'. He targeted your Xiangling back then. You'll get through it now just the same way you did back then."

After a long time, Reba's voice came over, with a slightly nasal tone.

"I know, I'm just... a little angry."

"I'm angry that they make it sound so real. I didn't do anything, but they make it sound like I really did something."

[It would be better if I actually had a relationship with Brother Mo.]

Shen Mo leaned back in his chair, watching the sky outside the window gradually darken.

"Do you know why it's written so realistically?"

"Because writers create this kind of stuff every day. They can create stories better than screenwriters. Give them a look and they can create an eighty-episode TV series. Give them a photo and they can write five versions of a script."

Shen Mo's tone carried a faint smile.

"It's a pity they can only fabricate scandals, not create a story like 'My Sunshine'."

Dilraba laughed on the other end of the phone, "Brother Mo, your way of comforting people is really strange."

"As long as it works."

Of course, Mohen wouldn't sit idly by and wait for its fate; it didn't send a lawyer's letter or respond.

The fact that the other party has used these dirty tricks has actually increased the popularity of "My Sunshine" on top of its original promotion. Therefore, Mohen took advantage of the situation and released the final trailer.

The scene begins with He Yichen and Zhao Mosheng's school days: their first encounter in the library, their brushing past each other on the playground, and their missed connection at graduation. Then the camera cuts to their reunion seven years later, where He Yichen, played by Shen Mo, and Zhao Mosheng, played by Dilraba Dilmurat, sit face to face.

"With such a good job opportunity, why choose to return to China?"

Dilraba slowly raised her head, staring blankly at him, her eyes filled with a complex light, a mixture of guilt and stubbornness, and a tear slowly slid down her cheek.

The camera switches, and one character after another flashes by.

"It was you who abandoned Yichen back then."

"And what's more, they left without saying goodbye."

"Zhao Mosheng, you're so cruel!"

"Zhao Mosheng, you are really too cruel."

The scene shifts again, "But it's clearly not like that!" Accompanied by Zhao Mosheng's narration, a flashback scene appears.

The young He Yichen stood next to Zhao Mosheng, not even glancing at her. "Don't come looking for me again. I don't want to see you again."

The live chat exploded at that moment.

Within an hour of the trailer's release, it had been viewed over ten million times.

It topped the trending searches within three hours.

In the comments section, fans of the original novel began spontaneously comparing the trailer clips with the original text.

This is from chapter ... and page ... of the original work.

The dialogue was almost entirely unchanged.

[Who's the screenwriter? Come out and get some praise.]

[Dilraba's gaze is just like Zhao Mosheng herself!]

Original fans are the hardest group to please for any adaptation. They have read the original work and have their own images of the characters in their minds, so any deviation will be magnified and scrutinized.

This time, however, Mohen chose the simplest yet smartest strategy: to remain faithful to the original work, without making any major changes, adding any scenes, or distorting the plot.

We will recreate every classic scene from the novel with the most solid production.

This directly turned the original novel's fans into the strongest line of defense for "My Sunshine," who began to spontaneously refute the previous accusations that the adaptation "ruined the original work."

[To those who say classic scenes were cut, the trailer already features four iconic scenes; how can you call that cuts?]

[The person who said they added scenes for the supporting characters: the trailer is three minutes long, and the male and female leads only have two minutes and forty seconds. Where are the supporting characters?]

Then there were Dilraba's fans. Her eyes and tears in the trailer were captured and turned into GIFs, which started circulating wildly on various platforms.

The most upvoted comment under the GIF is: "That's real acting!"

Inkmark's move is essentially a dimensional reduction attack.

Negative publicity targets emotions, making casual viewers think "there's something wrong with this show, or with the lead actor," but trailers target the show itself, showing casual viewers "what this show is like."

Emotions will pass, but the artwork will remain.

When viewers saw Shen Mo and Dilraba's performances in the trailer, their doubts about "the female lead getting ahead through connections" and "the adaptation ruining the original work" were dispelled.

The trailer for "Demon Girl" was released a day later than that for "My Sunshine".

To be fair, the production quality is not bad, and Wu Jinyan's Republic-era look is quite eye-catching.

The trailer's comment section has many fans who are looking forward to the series.

The problem isn't with quality, it's with comparison.

The production cost of "Demon Girl" was announced to be over 100 million yuan, but after removing any exaggeration, some of the funds were used for special effects and actors' salaries, with only about 2 million yuan actually invested in filming per episode.

"My Sunshine" did not require special effects. Excluding the lead actors' salaries, the production cost exceeded 400 million yuan per episode.

In terms of costumes, props, and visual quality, they are not even in the same league.

Li Yitong lay in Shen Mo's arms and watched the trailer for "Demon Girl" again.

Shen Mo reached out and gently lifted her cheek. "How does it feel?"

Li Yitong looked up, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "What...what does it feel like?"

"Your debut role was played by someone else, don't you feel anything about that?"

Li Yitong wrinkled her nose. "Not as good as me!"

"That's right, no one can compare to our Sister Tong's Nie Qingcheng, she's just too beautiful."

Li Yitong rolled her eyes at Shen Mo, "What an arrogance. You were still abroad back then, I don't believe you would watch my show."

Shen Mo looked at her; the moonlight from outside the window shone through the bamboo curtain onto her profile, creating a play of light and shadow.

"You know what? When I was watching this trailer just now, all I could think of was what I looked like in the costume from 'Demon Girl' back then."

"Then I realized that I didn't miss that version of myself at all."

She picked up her phone, and the screen froze on a frame from the trailer for "Demon Girl," where Wu Jinyan stood on the same bluestone road, wearing a similar school uniform from the Republican era, and smiled at the camera.

"She acted very well," Li Yitong said, "but that's no longer my path."

On April 22, it started to drizzle in the evening in Beijing.

As Dilraba walked out of the recording studio for her last promotional interview, the rain intensified.

She sat in the back seat of the van, took out her phone and glanced at the time: 6:47, more than an hour before the premiere of "My Sunshine".

Dilraba swiped her fingers across the phone screen a few times, then looked up at the driver.

"Let's go to the supermarket first."

She bought a lot of things: tomatoes, eggs, green peppers, potatoes, a box of chopped beef brisket, and a bunch of scallions.

She pushed her shopping cart slowly between the shelves, and picked up a bag of original flavor potato chips when she passed the snack section.

While queuing at the cashier, the girl in front of her turned around and glanced at her. She looked familiar, turned back, and couldn't help but look back again.

Dilraba lowered her head and pulled her mask up a little.

At 7:23, she sent a message to Shen Mo.

"Brother Mo, come to my house tonight. I'll cook, and we can watch the premiere together after we eat."

A few seconds later, Shen Mo replied with a question mark.

"Can you cook?"

"You underestimate me, don't you?!"

"I've sent you the address and room key."

She sent the apartment's location and then got into the car carrying two large bags of groceries.

In the kitchen, Reba took out the ingredients one by one and placed them on the table.

I rinsed the tomato under the tap three times, and when I cut it, the juice splashed all over my white T-shirt.

The beef brisket was pre-cut from the supermarket. She opened the package, smelled it, and wasn't sure whether to blanch it. She stood in front of the stove, searched her phone, and then hurriedly poured the beef brisket into the pot.

When the water boiled, foam rose up, and she quickly skimmed it off with a spoon, but she couldn't get it all off no matter how long she tried.

The potatoes were cut into uneven sizes, and when she removed the seeds from the green peppers, her fingers burned from the spiciness. She washed her hands with hand sanitizer three times, but they were still burning.

The moment the tomatoes hit the pan, oil splattered, startling her so much that she jumped back, almost dropping the spatula.

When Shen Mo arrived, he opened the door and smelled a mixture of sweet and sour tomatoes and a slightly burnt aroma.

Reba stood in front of the stove, wearing a newly bought apron with a cartoon cat printed on it.

Her hair was casually tied into a bun, with a few stray strands stuck to her forehead by sweat.

The stove was covered in splattered soup and vegetable scraps.

"Brother Mo is here." She didn't turn around, her voice a little nervous. "Almost done."

Shen Mo leaned against the kitchen door frame, watching her frantically add salt to the soup. She added a spoonful, tasted it, added another spoonful, tasted it again, and added yet another spoonful.

"It's too salty," Shen Mo teased with a smile.

Dilraba suddenly turned around and widened her eyes.

How did you know?

"You frowned just now."

Reba finally turned around and looked at him, her face flushed red, whether from the fire or something else.

The tomato and beef brisket dish didn't look very appealing when it was served; the soup was a shade darker than the regular version.

Reba set out her chopsticks, sat down opposite him, and watched him pick up the first piece of beef brisket.

Shen Mo chewed a few bites without saying a word.

"How is it?" Her fingers twisted together under the tablecloth.

"Not bad, much better than Sister Meng who can only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes."

Dilraba paused for a moment, then laughed, her shoulders finally relaxing from their tension.

She picked up a piece, chewed it twice, and then her brows slowly furrowed.

"It's so salty!"

"It's quite delicious; I prefer strong flavors."

"What?! It's way too salty." She moved the plate of beef brisket closer to herself. "Don't eat it. I'll make it again for you next time. Let's order takeout!"

Shen Mo reached over with his chopsticks and picked up another piece from the plate she was protecting.

"If I say it's alright, then it's alright."

We finished eating at 7:55.

When Reba finished cleaning up the dishes and returned to the living room, Shen Mo was already sitting on the sofa.

The TV was switched to Hunan TV, and GG was playing the last episode.

She sat down next to Shen Mo, with a cushion between them.

At 8:00 sharp, the opening theme song of "My Sunshine" started playing.

"Seven years have passed, will anyone still remember me?"

"If only he were still here waiting for me..."

The opening shot shows Zhao Mosheng returning to China, and the few simple shots explain her background as a photographer and her years abroad.

On television, the plot unfolded slowly, but Dilraba felt her eyes welling up with tears.

When she was filming this TV series, she truly felt Shen Mo's warmth and companionship. Now that the TV series is airing, the scenes from that time immediately come to mind.

She also thought of herself feeling helpless when her grandmother was seriously ill, and under his arrangement, she left the film crew to go home and be with her.

He also thought of the night after his grandmother passed away, when he flew to the northern frontier, stood at her door, and pulled her into his arms.

On the television screen, Zhao Mosheng looked at He Yichen, whom she didn't recognize, in the distance. Her eyes held a seven-year gap, unspeakable guilt, a little bit of grievance, and a trace of dependence.

That wasn't just about Zhao Mosheng, it was about herself.

Her eyes slowly reddened, but she didn't want Shen Mo to see it, so she blinked hard, then turned her head and slowly leaned on Shen Mo's shoulder.

At the same time.

In the girls' dormitory of Sichuan University in Chengdu, three girls are huddled together in front of a laptop.

The girl sitting in the middle is a fan of Dilraba. She became a fan after watching Dilraba's role as Gao Wen in "Diamond Lover," and her Weibo profile picture has always been a still from one of Dilraba's dramas.

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When the opening theme song started, she screamed and was hit precisely by a pillow thrown from the upper bunk.

"Keep your voice down! The whole floor can hear you!"

She covered her head, but her eyes never left the screen for a second.

At an internet company in Beijing, programmer Xiao Liu, who had been working overtime until 8 p.m., switched his computer screen from the code interface to the live stream page of a live-streaming platform called "Kiwifruit" and put on his headphones.

A colleague leaned over and asked, "Didn't you say you were going to work overtime to finish it tonight?"

Without turning his head, Xiao Liu said, "He Yichen waited for Zhao Mosheng for seven years, so what's wrong with me making the server wait for me for an hour?"

In a law firm in Shanghai, a young lawyer who has just started his career sits at his desk with an unfinished legal opinion in front of him.

My phone is propped up next to the file rack, playing the TV series "My Sunshine".

Her supervising lawyer is a demanding partner, and her opinion letter was returned three times last week.

On the phone screen, Shen Mo, who plays the handsome He Yichen, is standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of an office building.

She stared at the image for a long time, then couldn't help but pout.

[If only my supervising lawyer were this handsome, I could bother him eight times a morning with my opinion report.]

At Hunan TV's broadcasting center, a huge data monitoring screen displays a fluctuating real-time viewership rating curve.

The moment the premiere began, the curve surged upwards from the baseline.

The internet is in an uproar.

On the trending topics list, entries related to "My Sunshine" sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

#My Sunshine premiere# topped the charts.

#HeYichenZhaoMosheng# followed closely behind.

#HeYichenShenMo##DilrabaEyeActing##FaithfulToTheOriginalWork# are listed in order.

Five of the top ten spots on the list belong to "My Sunshine".

Meanwhile, "Demon Girl" was also busy.

Yu Zheng's dramas have always had a fixed audience, and with the full promotion of the LeShi platform, #DemonGlamourPremiere# also rose to third place on the hot search. Wu Jinyan's Republic of China style was screenshotted by fans and shared everywhere.

Fans of the two shows clashed on the trending topics page, and a battle was about to erupt.

"The costumes, makeup, and props in 'Demon Girl' are all top-notch; Yu Zheng's aesthetic sense in period dramas remains solid."

"Wu Jinyan looks really good in this outfit."

"What do you mean 'stable'? That five-cent special effects monster transformation in the opening credits, you call that 'stable'?"

"The filter in 'My Sunshine' is too yellow. Why is a modern drama using a retro color tone?"

"That's cinematic quality, you know nothing."

"Dilraba's portrayal of Zhao Mosheng doesn't match the original character; Zhao Mosheng should be more lively."

"As a fan of the original novel, I can say that Zhao Mosheng's state seven years later is reserved and full of stories. Dilraba's eyes conveyed the character perfectly, without missing a single word."

"Wu Jinyan's acting skills are still a bit immature; she couldn't connect the emotions in several places."

The battleground spread from the trending topics section to Douban groups, from Douban to Weibo supertopics, and from supertopics to WeChat Moments.

Fans on both sides are holding on to this night in their own ways.

As the premiere ended, the end credits began to play, and the cast and crew credits started rolling on the television screen.

Dilraba was still leaning on Shen Mo's shoulder. Sometime later, her eyes had closed, and her breathing was very light and even.

Less than a minute later, Shen Mo's phone lit up.

Premiere ratings: "My Sunshine" 1.83%, "Demon Girl" 0.67%.

The market share difference is more than double.

Kiwifruit's online sales exceeded 50 million within two hours of its release, while Mango TV's sales simultaneously exceeded 30 million, totaling over 80 million.

"Demon Girl" was exclusively broadcast on LeShi.com, and its viewership reached 12 million during the same period.

"Let's see some good news when we wake up."

Dilraba's eyelashes fluttered, and then she slowly opened her eyes, pretending to have just woken up, and rubbed the corners of her eyes.

"...Is it over?"

His voice carried a deliberately confused quality.

Shen Mo looked at her, and her face turned red again.

Dilraba took the phone from Shen Mo, stared at the few lines of numbers on the screen for a long time, then suddenly looked up, her big eyes glistening with tears.

"Brother Mo."

"Um."

Do you think I'm pretty?

Shen Mo turned his head to look at her; her eyes sparkled in the afterglow of the television screen.

"Of course it looks good."

"Really?"

Shen Mo reached out and ruffled her hair. "Really, or I'll be punished by having to eat salty and bitter food next time!"

Dilraba put the phone back in Shen Mo's hand, her fingertips touching his palm, which felt warm.

"Then I'll cook for you again next time."

"Okay, but next time use one less spoonful of salt."

Dilraba laughed instantly, then leaned in and gave Shen Mo a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. Before Shen Mo could react, she had already pulled back.

Her eyelashes drooped down, then lifted again, her ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed.

The living room was quiet, and Shen Mo didn't speak.

Dilraba's fingers curled tightly on her knees, and a trembling smile appeared on her lips.

Shen Mo reached out and grabbed the back of her neck. Dilraba's eyes widened as she saw his kiss land on her.

Compared to her previous light peck, this kiss was warm.

The moment her lips pressed against hers, Dilraba's mind went completely blank.

His fingers ran through her hair, his palm resting on the back of her head.

She could feel the warmth of his hands and the rhythm of his breathing.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, so fast that she wondered if Shen Mo could feel it too.

She closed her eyes, and didn't open them even when her lips parted.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her cheeks flushed red from her earlobes all the way to the base of her neck.

Her forehead was pressed against his chin, her breathing shallow and rapid.

Shen Mo's fingers were still in her hair. He gently wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb, and a tear had appeared without her noticing.

Why are you crying?

Dilraba shook her head, her forehead brushing against his chin. "I didn't cry."

"Happy!"

Shen Mo lowered his head and pressed his lips against her forehead.

Dilraba was silent for a few seconds, then lifted her face from beside his chin and looked into his eyes.

They were so close that she could see her reflection in his pupils.

"Brother Mo, I like you."

Shen Mo pulled her into his arms, and Reba buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, her shoulder trembling slightly.

Her hands gripped the back of his shirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The rain outside the window started again sometime later. After a long while, Reba's muffled voice came from under his shoulder.

"You haven't said it yet."

"What did you say?"

Her voice trailed off, "Say you like me?"

Shen Mo lowered his head, his lips brushing against her ear, "I won't tell."

Reba suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide open. Shen Mo's lips curled up slightly, and there was a mischievous smile in his eyes that she had never seen before.

"I made it."

After saying that, he kissed her again.

Dilraba responded decisively, then reached out and lifted Shen Mo's shirt. Shen Mo cooperated by raising his hand and tossing it onto the sofa.

She then took the initiative to untie herself and stride down onto Shen Mo's lap.

Her fair and slender hands tightly embraced Shen Mo's neck, her whole body taut and straight.

The only light in the living room came from the dim glow of the television screen, which had already switched to a late-night program that no one was watching.

The raindrops tapped softly on the glass, making a pattering sound, like countless fingers gently knocking on the window.

Dilraba's knees rested against the sofa cushions on either side of Shen Mo, and her hands slid up his shoulders, sinking into the roots of his hair.

Shen Mo's palm was pressed against her waist, the skin beneath his palm slightly taut with tension.

He kissed her between the eyebrows, and Dilraba obediently closed her eyes. His lips moved down from her brow, brushed past her trembling eyelids, landed on the tip of her nose, and then continued downwards.

She tilted her chin slightly back and let out a soft sound.

His hand slowly moved up from her waist, tracing the outline and curves of her ribs.

The unique tingling sensation made Dilraba's back taut like a bow.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed past the window, and Dilraba froze, then leaned weakly into Shen Mo's arms, as if she had been hit hard, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Brother Mo..."

"Carry me inside..."

Shen Mo smiled and nodded, then lifted her up in one swift motion.

The moment she was airborne, Dilraba instinctively hooked her arms around his neck.

The bedroom lights were off, and the fluorescent light from the living room television cast a long, thin shadow on the floor.

Reba looked up at Shen Mo's sharply defined jawline, which appeared particularly cold and aloof in the dim light, yet exuded a deadly tension due to the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Shen Mo gently placed her on the bed, and even now, Dilraba still clung to him like a conjoined twin.

Shen Mo then pressed down, causing the mattress to sink deeply.

She pouted slightly and reached out to grab Shen Mo's hand, placing it on her neck.

"Pinch it..." Her voice was barely audible.

Shen Mo raised an eyebrow, looking at Reba's eyes, which were filled with moisture and longing. He obediently grabbed her, his thumb and forefinger gripping her slender neck with a bit of force.

That feeling of being controlled and possessed instantly ignited a deep-seated fear in Dilraba's soul.

Dilraba tilted her long neck back and stared at him with her captivating eyes, her gaze filled with both shyness and provocation.

Shen Mo raised his other hand, and with a soft thud, Ru swayed gently.

Reba's body trembled violently as an unprecedented pleasure, mixed with a slight pain, surged wildly through her limbs and bones.

"uh-huh……"

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and then slowly opened them, her eyes alluring, a faint red mark quickly appearing on her fair skin.

These slight pains acted like a key, completely unlocking the floodgates of desire.

"Faster..."

She is no longer a dazzling star on screen; at this moment, she is just an ordinary woman who longs to be loved and filled with affection.

The rain outside the window grew heavier, pounding against the glass with a loud patter.

She felt as if she had been thrown into the clouds, tumbling in the air, and then falling.

His fingers pressed firmly against Shen Mo's back, his knuckles turning slightly white.

An occasional flash of lightning outside the window briefly projected overlapping shadows onto the wall before quickly disappearing into the darkness.

"Shen Mo..."

She called out his full name, her voice trembling with tears.

Shen Mo leaned down and whispered in her ear.

The rain was so loud that she couldn't hear what he was saying; she could only feel his breath brushing against her ear.

Raindrops pounded against the window, creating a rhythmic cadence that precisely tested her reason.

Gradually, the sound of rain seemed to subside.

However, the temperature inside the room did not decrease; instead, it became even more viscous.

Dilraba felt like she was about to melt.

The scene before her eyes became blurry, except for Shen Mo's face, which remained clear.

His sweat dripped onto her lips, and his tongue slid over them. The faint salty taste became the most intoxicating flavor for her at that moment.

"Brother Mo..."

She murmured his name absentmindedly, with a slow, lingering affection.

"Tell me you like me..."

She spoke haltingly, her voice fragmented.

Shen Mo smiled and then suddenly stopped.

The sudden change made her involuntarily twitch.

"I won't tell."

"Didn't I just say I would do it?"

"you……"

Reba glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed, but her alluring eyes posed no threat whatsoever.

Shen Mo kissed her again, silencing all her complaints with his actions.

This offensive was even more swift than before.

Reba completely gave up thinking. She closed her eyes and let herself drift in this vast ocean.

When the last giant wave finally crashed over the beach and receded into the deep sea, the world returned to silence.

Only their intertwined breaths remained in the bedroom.

Shen Mo rolled over and lay on his side, then reached out and pulled the exhausted Reba into his arms.

Reba curled up, pressing her cheek against his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually calming down.

Shen Mo pulled the thin blanket over them, covering them completely.

Reba felt so weak and sore that she didn't want to move a single finger, but her heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

She found a comfortable spot, rubbed against it, sighed contentedly, and then muttered softly.

"Bad guy."

Shen Mo chuckled softly, running his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair, patiently smoothing it inch by inch.

Dilraba couldn't help but laugh out loud, tilting her face up in the darkness, and her eyes met his gentle, captivating gaze.

Shen Mo looked at her, and in those clear, star-like eyes, he saw his own reflection, as well as a girl's most unreserved love.

He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Dilraba."

The sound was soft, yet it was heavier and more profound than all the storms that had just passed.

Dilraba's eyes instantly reddened, and she hugged him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

At that moment, she felt that the outside world, whether it was flowers and applause or gossip, was no longer relevant to her.

On this rainy night, on this bed soaked with sweat and body heat, she finally found her only anchor in this chaotic world.

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