As night was about to fall, Wu Changyun was invited to the party. After climbing a few steps, he caught a glimpse of a girl in a swimsuit lying on a chair through the gaps in the green vegetation.
"It's starting to get cold."
Yuan Aijia was wearing a newly bought sweatshirt. The cold wind blew into her skin through her sleeves. She held Wu Changyun's arm tightly and refused to let go.
"Hey, I was worried you wouldn't be able to find a place."
Mark Hamill pointed to the swimming pool and whispered to Wu Changyun, "You're so lucky! It seems a very famous female model is here today."
Looking in the direction of Mark Hamill's finger, a photographer was taking a picture of a model. The model had her hair lifted up, her green eyes, and the curves from her waist to her thighs seemed to have the wildness of a cat.
"Let's go."
Walking next to Mark Hamill, they stared at the three of them as they walked and were proud to greet Mark Hamill.
Wu Changyun found a nearby seat to rest and admire the scenery in front of him. Waiters were usually not seen in such gatherings.
Mark Hamill brought a box of cocktails to the side and reminded: "The only thing you need to pay attention to here is, don't drink too much, otherwise you will regret it when you wake up the next day."
After saying that, he jumped into the swimming pool, splashing water all over Wu Changyun.
"Come!" Mark Hamill waved his hand, and girls kept leaning into the pool as if they understood. Soon, this guy was surrounded by girls on both sides.
"Find some fun for yourself."
In response to Mark Hamill's warm greeting, Wu Changyun waved his hand. Although it was his first time to attend such an occasion, Wu Changyun's mind was still clear.
People come to such places either out of curiosity, wanting to have some fun with celebrities, or to rely on the resources of such places to operate themselves and want to obtain corresponding benefits. It is not ruled out that there are girls working in the service industry.
But no matter what, Wu Changyun does not need to pay for his actions, the choice is his.
Wu Changyun had just closed his eyes when he heard the sound of "ping pong" next to his ears. He opened his eyes and saw the female model who had taken the photo just now. She picked up the wine from the box and opened a bottle. She lifted her long hair and put it aside beside Wu Changyun, with her sexy lips pressed against the edge of the bottle.
Wu Changyun looked at her and then lay back down nonchalantly. There were obviously many empty seats by the swimming pool, but the other party chose this place.
"My name is Davini."
Only after hearing the voice did Wu Changyun open his eyes again.
"You're Asian, I guess you're from Korea?"
Wu Changyun pointed to the giant sign of Bruce Lee in the distance outside the wall.
"Oh my god, you're Chinese? Sorry, I thought..."
"It doesn't matter."
Wu Changyun, with a mysterious smile that came from the East, pointed to the box at her feet. As she bent over to reach for the bottle, Wu Changyun initially estimated it to be a D cup, about the same size as Takigawa Yumi's.
"Just barely passed." Wu Changyun said, since the other party couldn't understand him anyway.
While Wu Changyun was drinking, his eyes swept over a few girls who were ready to make a move. They were about to walk towards Wu Changyun, but when they saw Davini beside Wu Changyun, they tactfully left.
The two looked at each other while drinking, and seemed to have some kind of tacit understanding. As the night fell, the weather became colder, and the chef by the pool began to prepare the ingredients on the grill.
The green smoke was accompanied by the sizzling sound of barbecue. Wu Changyun spotted the foodie Yuan Aijia in the crowd. The guy was standing next to the barbecue chef with his little butt sticking out, waiting and unable to stop swallowing his saliva.
"I'll go back and get a coat." Davini said with a smile.
Wu Changyun also stood up with her, and the two of them went to Davini's room on the second floor of the hotel. Various cosmetics and clothes that were changed for taking pictures were scattered on the bed.
As Davini picked up a coat, Wu Changyun hugged her from behind. As Davini turned around, Wu Changyun's hand slid from her abdomen to her back. Her body, which looked very well-proportioned, felt exceptionally soft to the touch.
Davini put one leg on Wu Changyun's waist, and the two of them leaned on the table and enjoyed themselves.
The next morning, Wu Changyun woke up to the sound of Mark Hamill knocking on the door. The other party tried to look inside, but was blocked by Wu Changyun.
"How was it? Did you tip? You lucky guy."
“No!”
Wu Changyun lowered his head and roared, mainly protesting against Mark Hamill's behavior, and then he drove the other person out and closed the door.
Apparently, Davini, who came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, also heard the conversation, but she didn't care at all.
"I like you. Chinese men are very considerate of their other half." Davini kissed Wu Changyun's lips again.
It was not until noon that Wu Changyun came out of the room. He knocked on Yuan Ajia's room for a long time before someone opened the door. However, the person who opened the door was not Yuan Ajia, but a good-looking woman.
The woman walked straight out of Yuan Aijia's room wrapped in a bath towel. Yuan Aijia's hair stood up, and she rubbed her eyes in her loose pajamas and said, "What are you doing? We're not in a hurry."
"I received Stallone's contract, and now we are going back to Hong Kong."
"Ah, so soon?"
"Do you think you're the only one with acquaintances in America?"
"Tsk~"
After Wu Changyun and Yuan Aijia left, Ann-Margaret's agent contacted Wu Changyun again. This time, he changed his tone and praised Wu Changyun's work.
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