Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 201 Bai Bin

Bai Bing bit her lip, then raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder.

The movement was very light; when the fingertips touched the fabric of his shirt, they recoiled slightly before pressing back down.

She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed him.

The moment their lips touched, Fu Yibai could feel her trembling.

Her kiss was awkward; her lips pressed against his, unsure of what to do next, and she remained frozen in place.

Fu Yibai raised his hand and put his arm around her waist.

Bai Bing's body stiffened, then softened, and she leaned into his arms.

Her lips moved away from his, burying themselves in the crook of his neck, her breath hot and rapid, spraying onto his skin.

"Director Fu..."

Her voice was muffled in the crook of his neck, tinged with a sob.

"I...I don't know what to do..."

Fu Yibai gently stroked her back with his palm.

"relax."

His voice was low, like a command or a reassurance.

Bai Bing took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, then took another breath and exhaled again.

After repeating this several times, my body gradually became less stiff.

She lifted her head from Fu Yibai's neck, her eyes still red, but her gaze was much more settled than before.

"I'm sorry... I was too nervous."

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, but raised his hand to brush away the stray hairs on her forehead.

Bai Bing met his gaze, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

Then she closed her eyes and kissed him again.

This time it's a bit better than before.

Her lips pressed against his, slowly parting, her tongue tentatively touching the crevice of his lips.

Fu Yibai slightly opened his mouth and took her tongue into his mouth.

Bai Bing groaned and went limp again.

He guided her gently and slowly.

Her initial awkwardness gradually subsided, and she began to respond clumsily.

The kisses progressed from light to deep, from tentative to tender.

Bai Bing's breathing became completely disordered, and the skin pressed against his body began to burn.

Her fingers gripped the shirt on his shoulder tightly.

Fu Yibai pulled her back, and the two of them fell together onto the soft bed.

The neon lights outside the window were still flashing, and large patches of light shimmered on the surface of Victoria Harbour.

Bai Bing lay on her back, her hair spread out on the white pillowcase like seaweed.

She opened her eyes, met his gaze, her lips slightly parted, and her chest heaving.

"Director Fu..."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her collarbone.

Bai Bing took a deep breath, her fingers tightening as she gripped the skin on his shoulder.

The nail sank in, leaving a shallow crescent-shaped mark.

Her body arched slightly beneath him, like a fully drawn bow.

Fu Yibai's kisses traveled downwards.

Bai Bing's breathing became more and more rapid, and her chest heaved more and more.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips biting her lower lip, leaving faint teeth marks.

Fu Yibai hooked his fingers around the hem of the nightgown and lifted it up.

Bai Bing raised her arm to cooperate with him. Her nightgown slipped off her head and was tossed onto the carpet at the foot of the bed.

She lay there, her skin so white it was almost translucent, gleaming faintly under the light.

Below the collarbone, the full curves rise and fall slightly with each breath.

She raised her arm as if to block something, then stopped in mid-air and slowly lowered it back to her side.

Bai Bing's ears turned bright red, the blush spreading from her earlobes to her neck and then to her chest.

She turned her face away, not daring to look at him, her eyelashes trembling violently.

"Stop looking..."

The sound was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz.

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, but leaned down and kissed the back of her ear.

Bai Bing's body trembled, and her fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly.

The kisses moved from behind the ear to the neck, from the neck to the collarbone, and all the way down.

Her breathing became more and more rapid, her chest heaved more and more, and her lips parted, emitting very soft breaths.

Bai Bing's body stiffened for a moment, then went completely limp.

The neon lights outside the window were still flashing, and the light on the sea surface was broken into pieces, swaying gently with the waves.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of their breathing and the occasional soft groan.

The distant sound of a ship's horn drifted in from outside the window, one blast after another, seemingly endless.

The room gradually quieted down, with only the faint hum of the air conditioner and the intertwined breathing of the two people.

Bai Bing curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her whole body as soft as water.

Her fingers rested on his lower abdomen, unconsciously drawing circles with her fingertips. Her eyelids were heavy, but she couldn't bear to close them.

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Yibai's voice rang out from above.

Bai Bing shook her head, then nodded, and chuckled softly against his chest.

"A little."

Fu Yibai didn't speak, but gently stroked her back with his palm.

Bai Bing was quiet for a while, then raised her head, resting her chin on his chest, her eyes bright.

"Director Fu."

"Um?"

"Have I taken good care of you?"

Fu Yibai paused for a moment while gently stroking his palm.

"They are being taken very well."

I will tell Yang Sheng, "From now on, you are mine."

I won't let you do that again.

Bai Bing's eyelashes trembled, and a thin layer of water rose in her eyes.

She didn't speak, but buried her face deeper into his chest, like a fledgling bird that had finally found its nest.

Fu Yibai could feel a warm, damp sensation on his chest, which made his heart tighten slightly.

Bai Bing's breathing gradually calmed down, carrying a languid feeling and a hint of barely perceptible dependence.

Her fingertips were still unconsciously wandering over his lower abdomen, as if confirming something real.

After a long while, she spoke softly, her voice hoarse and gentle.

"Thank you, Director Fu."

Fu Yibai didn't say anything, but simply pulled the woman closer to his arms.