Gu Weiwei's face gradually flushed red, and her bright eyes became misty and dreamy with emotion.

The man's gentle kisses, the tender touch of skin against skin, captivated her with this intimacy.

"...Hiss"

Until the familiar throbbing pain made her gasp slightly.

Although it wasn't the first time, his size was still difficult to accept, even with ample foreplay.

Fu Hanzheng, his face glistening with sweat and breathing heavily, gently pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes burning as he gazed into hers, patiently soothing and coaxing her.

After the initial hurdle was overcome, the quiet bedroom gradually echoed with the man's deep breathing and delicate moans.

Because Fu Hanzheng stayed overnight, Gu Weiwei inevitably woke up late in the morning.

Qiao Lin arrived at the hotel on an early morning flight. After dozing off for three hours, she went to the hotel lobby to wait for her artist to come down.

As a result, after waiting for nearly an hour, the person still hadn't come down.

Assistant Xiao Xu looked at Qiao Lin's slightly swollen eyes with a puzzled expression. "Brother Qiao Lin, what happened to your eyes?"

"Allergic reaction." Qiao Lin adjusted his sunglasses to cover his eyes.

"Why hasn't Weiwei come down yet? She's usually never late. Should we go up and check on her? Is she sick or something?"

Assistant Xiao Xu glanced at the time and muttered with some concern.

"No, she'll come down by herself," Qiao Lin said sternly.

He didn't want to go up there and be fed dog food if the big boss was still there.

No sooner had they finished speaking than the film crew called, urging them to come over for makeup and styling.

Qiao Lin glanced impatiently in the direction of the elevator. Fu Shiyi said she would come over last night. Did the big boss really send her over?

After receiving two calls from the production crew, he had no choice but to call his own artist to inquire.

When the call connected, it wasn't Mu Weiwei's voice.

Instead, it was a deep, magnetic male voice.

"Wait a moment, she will be down in fifteen minutes."

Qiao Lin: "..."

I don't want to be bombarded with dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), and even making a phone call resulted in such a heartbreaking blow.

The big boss was still there; it's safe to assume he was with his artists last night.

As for why I woke up late, it's obvious why.

Just as he was about to hang up, he faintly heard his artist's voice coming from the other end of the line.

"Fu Hanzheng, where's my script? Where did you throw it?"

Her voice was not as gentle and calm as it was in front of them; it carried the soft, coquettish tone of a young woman.

Qiao Lin hung up the phone in tears; she really couldn't continue working as an agent.

Upstairs in the suite, Fu Hanzheng hung up the phone, found the script under a sofa cushion, and handed it to her.

Gu Weiwei grabbed her phone and script, stuffed them into her bag, and hurried to open the door to go downstairs.

"Weiwei!" Fu Hanzheng called out to her, reminding her, "You forgot to give me a good morning kiss."

Gu Weiwei gritted her teeth and glared at him, "What kissing? You made me an hour late!"

After saying that, he rushed out the door and ran to the elevator, then hurried downstairs to meet up with his agent, Qiao Lin, and assistant.

The three met up and, without saying a word, quickly got into the car and headed to the film set.

Gu Weiwei got into the car and carefully glanced at Qiao Lin a few times.

"Um...you weren't hurt last night, were you?"

"No external injuries, but serious internal injuries," Qiao Lin snorted, wearing sunglasses.

He had just calmed down a little when a phone call stabbed him in the back again. His crush had been snatched away by this girl.

Gu Weiwei touched her nose guiltily, knowing he was referring to her relationship with Fu Hanzheng, so she comforted him.

"It's better to keep the good stuff in my own hands than to let those flashy, cheap women outside benefit from it, right?"