The Godfather of Chinese Entertainment's Little Flowers

The door opened.

Yao Mei squeezed in, then took off her hat and mask, revealing a small, delicate face with exquisite makeup.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes curiously surveyed the room.

This was her first time visiting Han Luo's house.

It was cleaner and tidier than she had imagined, and had a faint sandalwood scent.

She had assumed that boys' homes were all messy.

She was also pleased that there were no women's items in the room.

Yao Mei sat down on the sofa naturally and smiled:

"Senior, your community has really good security. I wouldn't have been able to get in without the access card you gave me."

The residential complex where Han Luo rented had a three-tiered access control system: the main gate, the unit door, and the elevator.

Moreover, with one apartment per floor, there's no need to worry about bumping into neighbors.

Han Luo poured her a glass of water.

"That's a must. You don't want us trending on Weibo tomorrow morning, do you?"

"Thanks."

Yao Mei took the water glass and took a sip.

Upon seeing this, Han Luo immediately explained:

"It's not for you to drink, it's for you to rinse your mouth first."

"Want to rinse your mouth?"

Yao Mei was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant, her pretty face turned red, and she glared at him.

Then he took a big gulp, gurgling as he puffed out his cheeks, looking like a cute squirrel.

Han Luo sat down next to her, and noticing that she was still wearing a long down jacket, he asked curiously:

Aren't you hot?

The room was heated, and Han Luo was only wearing a thin set of pajamas.

Yao Mei covered her chest tightly with both hands, her face showing embarrassment.

Han Luo immediately sensed that something was wrong.

There's definitely some shady secret hidden here!

"Let Daddy see!"

"I don't want to!" Yao Mei shifted her hips and dodged backward.

Han Luo leaned over and pinned her down, using his knees to hold her long legs in place and prevent her from moving around.

Yao Mei placed her hands on his chest.

Even through the thin fabric, you can feel the firm chest and muscles.

She bit her red lips tightly, her eyes darting around, her cheeks flushed, whether from the heat or shyness, it was hard to tell.

Han Luo grinned mischievously, "Will you do it yourself, or should I?"

Yao Mei swallowed hard and slowly pulled up the zipper of her coat.

There's a whole different world inside that down jacket that reaches your ankles!

The first thing that catches the eye is her long, fair swan neck and beautiful collarbone, with two thin black shoulder straps.

The black skirt clung tightly to her skin, revealing half of her heavy, plump breast and a deep cleavage.

Because he was unrestrained and lying down, his conscience was spread out in all directions, appearing larger and flatter than usual.

The full curves connect downwards to the flat stomach.

There is no excess fat.

The skirt was very short, only reaching the top of her thighs, covering her pert buttocks and plump thighs.

Below that was a thin layer of black, clinging tightly to her straight, long legs, gleaming faintly under the light.

The ten delicate toes, as cute as porcelain dolls, were slightly curled up, as if they were a little nervous.

Han Luo's Adam's apple bobbed, and he unconsciously swallowed.

Yao Mei is actually so bold today?

Could it be that he/she has been stimulated by something?

Just then, Yao Mei suddenly asked tremblingly, "Senior Brother Han Luo, do you like this outfit?"

Han Luo rejected Naza for her sake, so of course she had to give him a reward.

Han Luo's mouth was dry. "Don't call me senior brother!"

Yao Mei stretched out her slender arm and hooked it around Han Luo's neck, whispering softly in his ear, her voice trembling slightly.

"BaBa......"

Han Luo was very angry.

He straightened his back, half-kneeling on the sofa, and gently pressed the back of Yao Mei's head with his other hand...

"Eat with confidence, it's been washed and is very clean."

Raindrops pounded the banana leaves.

Forty-five minutes later, the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed.

The two lay embracing on the sofa, barely clothed, their bodies radiating warmth and intimacy.

The air was filled with the fragrance of photinia flowers.

Yao Mei's fair and delicate hands gently rubbed against Han Luo's chest, and sticky sweat clung to her fingertips.

But she didn't mind at all, and even wanted to kiss him.

Han Luo entered a state of enlightenment and reached out to grab the script from the coffee table.

"Look, this is the script. Your role is Huang Yuxuan."

Yao Mei gently punched his chest, pouting and complaining:

"Aren't you annoying? You just finished doing that, and now you're making people do chores."

After hearing her say that, Han Luo felt a little embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly:

"It's okay, you can wait and see if you want."

"Hmph, I want to see it now."

Yao Mei sat up straight, her full conscience swaying with her movements, her jade fingers rubbing the paper as she opened the script.

An eerie silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of papers turning.

She lowered her head, her neck was long and slender, and her almond-shaped eyes were full of seriousness.

After a short while, Han Luo stretched out his foot and gently teased her fair skin, then asked:

"How is it?"

Yao Mei slapped the pig's trotter away, not even glancing at him, and unusually sternly said:

"Shh, don't bother me!"

Han Luo shut his mouth reluctantly, got up and went to the room to get a nightgown for her to put on, then curled up in the corner of the sofa and scrolled through his phone.

About an hour later.

Yao Mei finally put down the script, rubbed her temples, and turned to look at Han Luo with a lost and forlorn expression.

Did they end up together?

There wasn't enough time; she didn't have time to finish watching it.

Han Luo thought for a moment, "I guess so..."

What does "should" mean?

Yao Mei lifted her long legs, straddled Han Luo, and placed her hands on his chest, saying coquettishly:

"Oh...my dear senior brother, please promise me, we must be together, okay?"

"The two dramas we've worked on together—no, the three—all ended badly. This time, it has to be a happy ending, please... I can call you that in a nice way..."

Han Luo patted his pert buttocks and smiled helplessly:

"Okay, I promise. I guarantee a happy ending."

"Hehe, that's more like it."

Yao Mei leaned back into Han Luo's arms, her fingertips gently rubbing the grapes.

"Senior, I never imagined you could write screenplays, let alone write them so well..."

Han Luo listened to her praise without blushing or skipping a beat, gently stroking her smooth and delicate back.

"It was a sudden inspiration."

Yao Mei pursed her lips, then suddenly stammered:

"Senior brother... I saw in the script that the female lead has short hair. Did you write it based on my style?"

Her hairstyle in her last film was short hair.

Han Luo naturally wouldn't want to hurt her feelings, and smiled faintly:

"Of course! Otherwise, look around me, which other girl has short hair?"

Yao Mei thought about it carefully, and it seemed to be true.

Many people nowadays like long, straight black hair. When she first cut her hair, she was secretly sad for a while.

I never expected my senior would use her current "ugly" image to portray a character; it must be true love...

"To be honest, when I was writing this character, you were all I could think about," Han Luo added.

"Really?"

Yao Mei's eyes suddenly lit up, and she stood up and gave Han Luo's cheeks two quick kisses.

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