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

A soft morning light shone through the gap in the curtains, casting a gentle white glow on the edge of the bed.

Li Yitong was the first to wake up. The moment her consciousness returned, she felt a steady body temperature and even breathing beside her.

Shen Mo's breathing was steady, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.

She turned her head slightly, and Shen Mo's sleeping profile was right in front of her.

As she looked at it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.

The emotions I felt last night were so sweet they almost felt unreal.

A dreamlike sense of unreality gripped her once again.

They really got together.

She moved her body carefully, like a cautious cat, and gently rested her head on his warm chest.

The steady, rhythmic beating of his feet reached my ears, thump, thump, thump...

That sound made her feel like she was truly living in the present moment, not in a dream.

The regular and real vibrations gradually pulled that floating sense of happiness back to the ground.

The sense of security made her truly aware that this was not a dream.

A sly smile appeared at the corner of her eyes.

She quietly raised her hand and picked up a few strands of her loose hair.

Holding her breath, she used the finest strands of her hair to subtly trace the outline of his sharply defined jawline.

With a mischievous smugness and an unbreakable intimacy.

He traced along his eyebrows, then circled around the tip of his nose, but just as the strands of hair were about to brush past the corner of his lips...

The large hand that had been resting steadily at her side suddenly rose and precisely grabbed her wrist as she committed the crime.

Li Yitong was startled, then smiled and her crescent-shaped eyes crinkled.

Shen Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly. He opened his eyes, looking somewhat languid from being disturbed.

Li Yitong met his eyes.

Good morning, you little rascal!

His voice was hoarse from just waking up, yet incredibly magnetic.

With a slight pull on her waist, he easily drew her close to his body, their noses almost touching.

"They drew on my face first thing in the morning, huh?"

Their warm breaths mingled, and Li Yitong could feel her cheeks rapidly warming up.

She tried to break free of his grip on her hand, but he held it even tighter.

"Who told you to sleep so soundly..."

She muttered softly, her voice lacking confidence, her eyes darting away as she tried to avoid his overly focused gaze.

"Causing trouble so early in the morning has consequences!"

He chuckled softly in her ear, his tone lazy yet filled with an irresistible doting affection.

She puffed out her cheeks and reached out to push him, but he pulled her even closer.

Their fingers intertwined in mid-air, their warmth gradually merging.

Shen Mo released her wrist and gently stroked her flushed cheeks with the back of his fingers, as if he couldn't get enough of looking at her.

"You troublemaker! How are you going to make it up to me?"

His tone carried a faint smile, yet it sent her heart pounding wildly.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing slightly, her eyes flashing with panic and sweetness as she slowly approached Shen Mo.

Then, a kiss was gently placed on his lips.

"A good morning kiss, is that okay?"

Shen Mo chuckled and hugged her even tighter.

He reached out and pulled the blanket up, completely covering the two of them.

"Of course! That's not enough!"

Li Yitong burst into laughter in surprise, and her body churned uncontrollably under the covers.

……

Over the next few days, the apartment became their cozy little haven.

Eating has become a casual ritual.

When they got hungry, they would huddle together in the kitchen, with Shen Mo in charge of cooking.

Li Yitong hugged his waist from behind like a pendant, occasionally giving him "directions".

"Add more sugar!"

"Oops, it's burnt!"

Then Shen Mo would often have to helplessly "invite" her out of the kitchen.

Or perhaps a lingering kiss would silence her "guidance" and end the conversation.

The places where people eat have expanded from dining tables to sofas, carpets, and even windowsills and washbasins.

The boundaries of sleep have become completely blurred.

Sometimes, while watching an old movie on the sofa, she would fall asleep in his arms.

Shen Mo didn't move, just stayed in that position until his arm went numb, but he was happy to do it.

Or they might chat late into the night, then fall asleep in each other's arms in bed.

It's as if they want to make up for all the missed moments of closeness in the past.

In a world shared by two people, even mundane things become interesting.

In a game of chess, if she won, she would wrinkle her nose triumphantly; if she lost, she would climb onto Shen Mo's back, swaying and trying to cheat and take back her moves.

We looked through childhood photos on our phones and laughed at each other's embarrassing moments from back then.

Intimacy everywhere makes the air sweet.

A sudden hug, a light kiss on the head, or an accidental touch of fingertips.

Li Yitong likes to rub against him like a kitten when he is focused on reading or looking at his tablet, thus occupying half of his attention.

Shen Mo, on the other hand, became completely absorbed in this "disturbance".

He would always put down what he was doing, embrace her, and respond to her "provocation" with a deep kiss.

Time loses its measure here.

They greedily enjoyed their vacation, which belonged entirely to each other.

Until the evening of the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

Li Yitong nestled in Shen Mo's warm embrace like a lazy cat.

Her gaze drifted out the window to the bustling office buildings, their lights already blazing again, silently announcing the end of the holiday.

She sighed softly, her voice slightly nasal.

"I don't want to go to work tomorrow!"

His tone clearly showed his reluctance.

Shen Mo gently rubbed his chin against her fragrant hair, and tightened his arms around her waist.

He too longed for this undisturbed tranquility and warmth.

"It's time to go back."

His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet room, carrying a hint of indulgence and teasing.

"Boss lady!"

This title made Li Yitong's ears burn slightly, but her heart felt like fireworks had exploded.

She squirmed in his arms, finding a more comfortable position, and started to act spoiled, her crescent-shaped eyes gleaming with mischief.

"The boss and his wife can go on strike."

"I think it would be good to rest for another day."

She pressed her advantage, her voice soft and sweet, and looked up at him, her crescent-shaped eyes glistening with tears in the lamplight.

Shen Mo lowered his head, his forehead gently touching hers.

His thumb gently caressed the curve of her waist, his voice lower and more magnetic, carrying a promise.

"You can come into my office anytime you want whenever you miss me."

Their happiness doesn't have to be limited to this little nest.

On the morning of the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, sunlight streamed through the clean glass windows, illuminating the floor.

The air still seemed to carry the sweet scent of the past few days.

The two finally got ready and stood in the entryway.

Shen Mo was wearing a dark gray suit, exuding a refined and composed demeanor.

He carefully picked up the off-white cashmere scarf and skillfully wrapped it around Li Yitong's neck.

Li Yitong tilted her head back and let him do as he pleased, wearing a light brown coat that matched his color scheme.

After he finished tying his scarf, she reached out her hand, her slender fingers landing on his dark blue tie, carefully adjusting the knot.

Their eyes met in the air, and without a word, their eyes were filled with smiles and tenderness.

Their hands naturally clasped together, their fingers interlocked tightly.

I pushed open the door and headed towards the company.