Huayu: You were supposed to be a top star, but you've become capital?

After a few drinks, and with the help of the specific environment and music, the atmosphere changed noticeably, and Tang Yan seemed to relax a lot.

She became more talkative, from complaining about the trivialities of the production team's preparations to mocking the hypocrisy of certain people in the industry, and her body unconsciously moved closer and closer.

"Lin Shen," Tang Yan suddenly stopped speaking, resting her chin on her hand, "don't you think our collaboration this time will be quite interesting?"

"The script is good, and the team is reliable. It should be a good experience," Lin Shen replied in a rather official manner.

"Just a good experience?" Tang Yan chuckled, her calf seemingly brushing against Lin Shen unintentionally under the table.

"I think we can make this experience a little deeper, after all, Aning and Wu Xie have so many scenes together..."

As she spoke, she gently brushed her toes against Lin Shen's calf.

Lin Shen looked up at her. Tang Yan was undoubtedly charming, especially in this setting. She had shed her standard sweetness in front of the camera and gained a touch of languor and wildness.

Those long legs, encased in stockings, also outlined alluring lines in the dim light.

Lin Shen had to admit that Tang Yan's legs were indeed a natural advantage, and also her most lethal weapon at this moment.

In terms of delicate features and youthful freshness, the girls at the dinner party might be even more so, but the allure that this mature woman actively exudes is a different kind of indescribable attraction.

More importantly, there's her identity.

This kind of private contact, so different from their on-screen personas, carries a secret thrill.

"Deep cooperation naturally requires deep understanding." Lin Shen smiled slightly, took a sip of his drink, and asked unhurriedly, "How does Sister Tangtang want to understand?"

"For example..." Tang Yan leaned closer, almost resting her head on his shoulder, her red lips close to his, her breath sweet as orchids.

"For example, right now, putting aside Wu Xie and A Ning, just Lin Shen and Tang Yan... what do you think?"

Her hand quietly rested on his arm, her fingertips slowly caressing the strong lines of his forearm beneath his shirt.

Lin Shen could feel the warmth of her body and the soft touch, and the perfume scent was even stronger.

He didn't push her away; instead, he turned his head slightly, his lips almost touching her earlobe, teasingly:

"I think Sister Tangtang has had a bit too much to drink. Should I call your assistant over?"

Tang Yan's body stiffened slightly, then she burst into laughter, stepped back a little, and playfully slapped him:

"Boring! Lin Shen, you're so boring!"

But her interest only intensified; this restraint, this refusal to give in easily, was more challenging than that of those lustful men.

"Whether I have the strength or not, Sister Tangtang will naturally find out in the future." Lin Shen said meaningfully, his gaze sweeping over her bra strap, which had slipped slightly due to her movements.

Tang Yan was clearly enjoying herself, and her gaze towards Lin Shen became increasingly bold, filled with admiration and undisguised interest.

Lin Shen is young, handsome, and currently very popular. He has a unique temperament, unlike some of the superficial young actors in the industry who are boring, or some of the seasoned veterans who are greasy.

More importantly, his seemingly cooperative yet consistently enigmatic aloofness is what makes him all the more alluring.

"Just drinking isn't fun," Tang Yan said, finishing another glass. Her eyes were already a little unfocused when she suddenly grabbed Lin Shen's hand.

"Can you sing? There are private karaoke rooms upstairs with amazing sound systems! Let's go sing!"

Before Lin Shen could answer, she stood up and pulled him up with considerable force.

"Sister Tangtang, you've had too much to drink." Lin Shen got up with her help.

"I didn't do much!" Tang Yan retorted, but her steps were indeed a little unsteady. She was almost leaning against Lin Shen, looking up at him, her breath carrying the scent of alcohol.

"Come on, I want to hear you sing... Or are you scared?"

Lin Shen looked at her eyes, so close to his, tinged with intoxication, and smiled:

"What am I afraid of?"

"Then let's go!"

Tang Yan smiled triumphantly, gripped his hand tightly, and almost dragged him along, heading familiarly towards the stairs inside the bar.

The private rooms upstairs are very soundproof. Once the door is closed, the music from downstairs is immediately shut out, leaving only the soothing background music flowing from the speakers inside the room.

The room wasn't large, but it was decorated in a very stylish way, with soft sofas, dim lighting, and even a small bar.

As soon as she entered, Tang Yan kicked off her high heels, her black-stockinged feet stepping onto the soft carpet as she ran to the song selection screen.

Lin Shen closed the door, walked slowly to the sofa, sat down, and watched her back.

Tang Yan quickly selected a song, and the familiar melody began to play—a soothing love duet.

She picked up two microphones, turned around and walked back, shoving one into Lin Shen's hand, and then sat down on the armrest of the sofa next to him, so close that they were almost touching.

"Sing with me," she commanded, her voice hoarse from the alcohol and excitement.

Lin Shen took the microphone, but didn't sing; he just looked at the lyrics on the screen.

Tang Yan had already started humming along to the melody. Her voice sounded more real in private than on screen, with a slightly soft tone. She was occasionally off-key, but there was a sense of immersion in the music.

Halfway through her song, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lin Shen:

Why aren't you singing?

"It's nice just to hear you sing," Lin Shen said.

"No, you have to sing!"

Tang Yan persisted and reached out to tickle Lin Shen's side. Lin Shen instinctively dodged, but Tang Yan lost her balance due to inertia and fell towards Lin Shen with a low cry.

Lin Shen reached out and supported her, and Tang Yan leaned against him, her soft body warm and fragrant.

She looked up, their faces so close they could hear each other's breaths.

The background music was still playing, and the room was dimly lit.

Tang Yan's eyes were somewhat hazy as she looked at Lin Shen's lips, which were so close to hers, and then slowly moved them upwards to meet his eyes.

Lin Shen looked at her, his eyes deep, but he didn't loosen his grip on her waist.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tang Yan suddenly laughed, breaking the delicate standoff.

She made no further move, nor did she leave. Instead, she rested her head on Lin Shen's shoulder and whispered:

"I'm feeling a little dizzy..."

Lin Shen let her lean against him, picked up a water glass from the coffee table with his other hand, and brought it to her lips:

"Have some water."

Tang Yan took two sips from his hand, then stopped moving, just leaning against him with her eyes closed, as if she had really fallen asleep.

But her fingers, unconsciously, gently entangled Lin Shen's shirt.

Lin Shen could hear her gradually steady breathing, and the fragrance of her hair and skin lingered around his nose. He could clearly feel the curves and warmth of her body with his hands.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few minutes, maybe longer.

Tang Yan stirred, seemingly becoming a little more sober. She propped herself up slightly, looked at Lin Shen, her eyes a little clearer than before, but still carrying a hint of drunkenness and some indescribable emotion.

"Lin Shen..."

"Um?"

"Today..." Tang Yan paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully, "...were you happy?"

Lin Shen looked at her and slowly curled the corners of his lips: "Not bad."

Tang Yan also smiled, her smile no longer carrying any mask-like quality; it was a little lazy, a little satisfied, and something else entirely.

She reached out and gently traced her fingertips along Lin Shen's jawline.

"You're...quite an interesting person."

Lin Shen grasped her hesitant hand and held it in his palm; her hand was a little warmer than before.

"Sister Tangtang is also very interesting."

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