Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Chapter 260 Melting Ice and Reflecting Water

Yin Su moved very slowly.

It's like deliberately letting young people see how they dress.

Under the warm light, the beautiful woman smiled gently at the young man. Water droplets gathered on her wet hair, flowing down her slender neck, across her strong chest, and gently spreading out, down her beautiful V-line.

Her jade-colored skin was gilded with a layer of gold light, and a red dot between her brows was as beautiful as cinnabar ground into the heart of a flower, captivating under the lamplight.

Bo Bing stared wide-eyed.

You can't blame him. He's not a saint, nor is he a monk practicing asceticism in a temple. How could he not be moved by beauty?

He cursed inwardly—this guy is seducing people again.

"Are you satisfied with me?"

Yin Su approached, bent down, and the allure of his half-concealed body under the soft robe, illuminated by the flickering lamplight, was even more striking than the direct impact of being naked. His well-defined fingers gently pinched the young man's chin, his neatly trimmed nails not scratching the young man's skin in the slightest.

The beautiful woman with a serene expression exuded the fragrance of someone who had just emerged from a bath. It was still the floral scent that Bo Bing liked, and it wafted into his nose in wisps.

“You’re trying to seduce me, Yin Su,” Bo Bing said, subtly shifting back and lowering her eyes, “testing my limits.”

"So what if I am?" Yin Su used one leg to pry open Bo Bing's hips, pinning her to the bed. "Do you hate me? You hate even my face?"

Bo Bing was speechless.

Could anyone say to Yin Su: "I hate that you are too handsome"?

Seeing Bo Bing turn her face away, Yin Su curled his lips and turned her face back to him, "That means you like her."

like?

Bo Bing felt a tentative light peck on his lips, and the wet droplets from the other person's hair clung to his body, sliding down his collar and bringing a strange, tingling sensation.

Yin Su kissed her earnestly, as if men always take kissing seriously, as if they were performing a secret ritual.

【Feixia】Start.

[Sensitive] Startup.

A young man is like a piece of cold, hard ice. Violence will only destroy his form, and his remains will still retain the cold edge and the hard soul. But even the coldest ice will slowly melt in a slow and earnest kiss.

Bo Bing felt the oxygen being deprived from her mouth, and her mind began to feel drowsy.

"Stick your tongue out."

Yin Su always gave orders in such a calm tone, but his voice, imbued with passion, was clearly hoarse: "Be obedient."

The young man, perhaps in a state of confusion, indeed, as he said, poked out a bit of his tender red tongue.

This...this is not right.

But clearly, the thin ice's self-control also began to crumble and collapse.

Then the man gently and forcefully held her tongue with his sharp teeth. Startled, Bo Bing tried to pull away, but someone held the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss.

Overwhelmed by passion, Bo Bing felt a chill on his waist. His muscle reflexes were faster than his remaining rationality. He quickly reached out and grabbed the hem of his pants. "Yin Su!"

The mischievous beauty tilted her head, her peach blossom eyes narrowing with a smile, "Hmm?"

Bo Bing caught her breath and realized with a start that she had just been indulging in her own freedom again.

If he could offer some explanation before, now even he himself can't find any sophistry to justify it.

"Godfather, the body doesn't lie," Yin Su laughed again, increasing the pressure on his hands, causing the young man to groan as his blood flowed uncontrollably downwards.

Bo Bing propped himself up, the chill on his back reminding him of the man's inhuman genitals he had glimpsed earlier, instantly bringing him to his senses.

"I can handle it myself."

Bo Bing pretended to walk off the bed, "Get out of the way!"

The young godfather's words sounded a bit blustering, but he was actually quite weak. Yin Su licked his lips and pressed down on the young man's lean waist. "Are you rejecting me?"

Bo Bing grabbed Yin Su's wrist, looked at him, and was startled.

The man's cheeks were as if lightly brushed with rouge, deserving the description of "rosy and beautiful as a flower, with clear and bright eyes"—though it was hard to say. His face was as serene as a beautiful flower reflected in water, yet when his eyes looked down at me, they somehow carried a hint of coolness.

"I'm just helping you, I won't do anything to you."

Yin Su smiled and slowly unbuckled the young man's belt, watching him completely succumb to depravity.

Chaos—it's addictive.

Bo Bing closed her eyes and thought painfully.

Damn.

The view outside the window was gloomy, and this place seemed to have become a haven in some sense.

The winds in the grasslands are fierce and sweep across the land, leaving nothing but destruction to the weak.

—Pity the jade ruler, ashamed to swallow, like pear blossoms rouge falling.

Why can't you have self-control?

After washing up, Bo Bing curled up in a blanket under the air conditioner, sighing deeply during her post-coital period.

So he cursed himself in his heart and idolized Liu Xiahui.

Yin Su made a phone call, feeling refreshed, and asked Li Ling to bring two dinners upstairs. Li Ling's mind worked quite quickly. As soon as he heard the young master mention two people, he knew what kind of "beauty" was hidden in his young master's room. He immediately prepared the meals according to the two people's tastes and brought them upstairs.

No matter how depressed Bo Bing was, she wouldn't go so far as to neglect her meal. Seeing Yin Su come in with a lunchbox, she slowly got out of bed and moved towards the dining table.

"What kind of food did Li Ling prepare? It smells delicious."

Seeing the awkward young man, Yin Su coaxed him, "We also ordered local specialty roasted lamb leg and a few vegetarian dishes."

The man now resembled a considerate wife, his long, smooth hair, already dried, still styled in a low side ponytail, hanging down his neck, adorned with a comical Hello Kitty head—a masterpiece by Bo Bing. She simply noticed that these telephone coil hair accessories were inexplicably popular among young women, and without a second thought, she bought them for Yin Su.

It's just a good fit.

Seeing him staring at his hair accessory, Yin Su blinked and leaned closer. "It suits me very well. I like it very much. Thank you, Godfather."

Her words carried a sweet, cloying undertone, as if she were being coquettish.

Bo Bing was a little overwhelmed and stopped the other person from kissing her again, saying, "Stop it, it's disgusting."

"Hmph, I didn't even complain, but my godfather is complaining about himself."

Yin Su kissed Bo Bing's palm, noticing the young man's ears were so red they were almost bleeding. "Don't you think that's going too far?"

Bo Bing remained silent.

That quick-witted fellow has been mute far too many times today.

"Oh? There's milk tea too," Yin Su patted the young man's head, handed him the utensils, and nimbly changed the subject, "Eat up, I'm a little hungry too."

It's not bad to occasionally have meals served to you.

What are we filming tomorrow?

Bo Bing, who hadn't been on social media for a long time, brought up the topic of the show, saying, "How come there are so many celebrities in the first episode of this show?"

“Shoot some grassland challenges,” Yin Su said, taking a sip of milk tea. “I’m guessing it’s something like horseback riding and archery, pretty much it.”

Bo Bing nodded thoughtfully, listening to Yin Su continue.

"Ye Tianxing gained another wave of fans because of the challenge in the snow mountain episode. FunStar Galaxy couldn't bear to let go of this popularity, so they asked him to mentor the newcomers... By the way, does Godfather know how to ride and shoot?"

Yin Su seemed to have thought of something, and his gaze darkened. "It's alright if they don't know how. With me watching over them, they won't dare to make things difficult for Godfather."

Bo Bing tapped the table, leaned lazily against the cushion, and sneered with an air of arrogance.

—"Does it mean yes or no?"