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

Chapter 88 The Domineering Little Wolf Dog [Sixth Update] Requesting First Subscription

The faint morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a thin band of light into the room.

Li Yitong's biological clock allows her to wake up naturally in the early morning without an alarm clock. Before her consciousness has fully returned, her body senses the warmth and comfort surrounding her.

She opened her eyes groggily, and what came into view was the soft texture of Shen Mo's pajamas, and above that, his slightly rising and falling chest.

His scent was faint, a mixture of the cool, crisp smell of cedar and fabric, and a hint of her shampoo.

The blended flavors are so gentle that they soften your heart.

She gently nuzzled against his chest, as if it were an unconscious act of dependence.

She greedily inhaled the warmth that made her feel at ease and fascinated her, as if she wanted to engrave this feeling deep into her bones.

Almost the instant she shifted, a warm, large hand landed precisely on her lower back.

With force, he pressed her against his chest, pressing her tightly against his chest so she couldn't move.

Shen Mo's deep, husky voice, characteristic of someone who has just woken up, came from above, languid yet full of doting affection.

"The kitten is naughty; it's up to no good as soon as it opens its eyes."

He even kept his eyes closed, only gently resting his chin on the top of her head, with a hint of punishment, yet also like an affectionate rub, bringing a slightly itchy sensation.

Li Yitong's heart skipped a beat when she heard the word "kitty".

She wanted to refute, but only let out a barely audible "humph," as if denying it, yet also as if admitting it.

She was held firmly in his arms, unable to move, but could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The blush on her cheeks was partly from the embarrassment of being caught red-handed, and partly from the overly intimate posture and atmosphere.

She struggled slightly for a moment, then gave up resisting and closed her eyes in peace.

"It's dawn—"

Her voice was soft and sweet, as if she had just woken up, with a hint of coquetry.

Shen Mo slightly opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her messy hair, his fingertips unconsciously sliding down a strand of hair.

"It's lit up, so it is."

His tone was calm, yet it carried a resolute tenderness.

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, a golden ray falling perfectly on the profile of his face. His nose was straight, his lips were slightly upturned, and his gaze was focused with an almost tender intensity.

He looked down at the face in his arms, flushed slightly by the morning light, and tightened his arms around her, as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

"I can hold my little kitty as long as I want."

His gaze was so focused, carrying the unique relaxation of early morning and undisguised emotion.

Li Yitong felt her breath catch in her throat under his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.

She turned her head away, avoiding his deep, overwhelming eyes, and buried her head completely in his chest, protesting in a muffled voice, filled with shame.

"overbearing----"

Shen Mo laughed, a low laugh filled with warmth emanating from the depths of his throat.

"Didn't you say in a previous interview that you like domineering, younger men?"

"It's domineering now!"

"Now I'll show you what a wolf is!"

Li Yitong felt her heart burning with embarrassment from his words, her ears turning bright red, and she could only mutter softly.

"What do you want to do?"

She reached out to push him, but he grabbed her hand instead.

Shen Mo chuckled and pressed his chin, still sporting a few stubbles from the early morning, against Li Yitong's fair and slender neck.

His hot breath washed over her delicate collarbone, his tone tinged with a hint of teasing and impulsiveness.

What do you think?

As soon as she finished speaking, the blanket was pulled over her head, completely covering the beautiful spring sunshine.

Sunlight moved slowly across the floor, and the only sound in the room was the sound of their intertwined breaths, filled with an unspoken sweetness and dependence.

By the time I actually got up, the sunlight outside the window was already bright and scorching, high in the sky.

Li Yitong, like a lazy cat, wrapped herself tightly in the bed sheet, revealing only her plain face and her dark black hair scattered on the pillow.

She lay on her side, her crescent-shaped eyes unblinking, her clear pupils reflecting the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

Shen Mo put down his phone and turned around to meet her focused gaze, which seemed to draw him in.

He unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, walked back to the bedside with a warm smile, and sat down, gently brushing away the strands of hair on her cheek with his fingertips.

"Should I ask Director Liu for leave for you?"

His voice was deep and gentle, filled with obvious concern.

Li Yitong gently shook her head, pouted her rosy lips, and quietly looked at him.

Her eyes held a hint of dependence, and also a touch of coquetry.

"Need not."

Her voice carried a soft, tired tone, as if she had just woken up.

"Just let me lie here a little longer, just a little while."

As she spoke, she stretched out a fair arm from under the sheet and precisely grasped Shen Mo's hand, which was placed on the side of the bed. She gently scratched his warm palm with her fingertips.

She tilted her head back, her eyes gleaming with mischief, and her coquettish voice was so gentle it was almost sweet.

"I haven't washed up yet—carry me."

The smile in Shen Mo's eyes deepened instantly, almost overflowing.

Without any hesitation, he bent down, deftly lifted the sheet covering her, and then went under her knees and back.

With a slight effort, he lifted her up steadily in a standard princess carry.

"Yes, my dear producer." His tone was full of doting affection.

He chuckled softly, quickly planting a kiss on her smooth forehead before striding briskly towards the bathroom in the suite.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Li Yitong gasp softly. She instinctively hugged his neck tightly, buried her burning cheeks in his shoulder, and couldn't help but smile.

The bathroom door was pushed open and then gently closed.

"Shen Mo!"

"Don't mess with it!"

"Give me a good wash!"

Behind the bathroom door, which wasn't very soundproof, came intermittent bursts of cheerful laughter and coquettish complaints.

And the sound of water splashing down after the shower is turned on, weaves together a morning melody full of life and sweet love.

After a while, Shen Mo finally came out carrying Li Yitong, whose hair was slightly damp and whose cheeks were flushed.

She seemed to have been injected with vitality; her eyes were bright, and she had an irrepressible smile on her lips.

He gently placed her on the chair in front of the dressing table, picked up the dry towel that had been prepared, and began to dry her wet long hair with slightly clumsy but incredibly patient movements.

The mirror reflected the two figures leaning together, the air filled with the fresh scent of shampoo and a tender feeling called happiness.

By the time the two were finally dressed, ready to leave for the film set, it was already much later than usual.

Bai Meng received a message on her phone. She knocked on Shen Mo's door but received no answer, so she waited downstairs.

Shen Mo naturally took Li Yitong's hand. "Let's go downstairs."

When the elevator doors opened with a "ding" in the lobby on the first floor, Bai Mengyan, who was waiting in the rest area, looked up and her eyes met those of the two people walking out side by side.

Li Yitong's face was rosy, and her eyes shone with a bright, moisturized glow.

A sweet, almost cloying smile played on her lips, and she resembled a rose in full bloom, glistening with morning dew, exquisitely beautiful.

Shen Mo, standing beside her, maintained his usual composed demeanor, but his brows and eyes revealed a sense of relaxation and contentment, and his handsome face appeared even more striking and dazzling in the morning light.

The invisible yet inseparable aura of intimacy flowing between the two could almost make the surrounding air sweet.

Bai Mengyan's gaze lingered for a moment on their tightly clasped hands before she quickly lowered her eyes, concealing the complex emotions that flashed across them.

She stood up, forcing a normal smile, and nodded: "President Shen, President Li."

The voice was calm, without any apparent emotion.

Her gaze quickly swept over Li Yitong's radiant face, which was noticeably different from usual, and Shen Mo's much softer profile.

The faint hope in my heart deflated silently, like a balloon punctured by a needle.

She silently picked up the backpack beside her and quietly followed behind the two, keeping a distance of about one step.

Li Yitong, who was walking ahead, seemed to be in a very good mood. She was tilting her head and whispering something to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo lowered his head and smiled gently, reaching out to affectionately tidy her hair, which wasn't actually messy.

This scene, like a harmonious and perfect painting, deeply stung Bai Mengyan's eyes.

She lowered her head, looking at the road beneath her feet, trying to regulate her breathing, and suppressing the bitterness and disappointment deep in her heart.

But the figure following closely behind appeared particularly frail and quiet in the spacious and bright hall.