Is This How the Entertainment Industry Works? (GL) - Chapter 39

She held her pulse and felt that Zhao Baoshang’s pulse was steady and powerful, not at all like someone suffering from an illness.

“My heart feels so flustered; the Love Gu must be acting up.” Zhao Baoshang’s voice was low and deep as she leaned into Yan Zhen’s ear.

“Flustered? This onset is truly irregular. Besides, it’s rare for a Love Gu to manifest as heart flutters; it’s usually physical heat,” Yan Zhen sighed. She looked up and said to Zhao Baoshang, “Fortunately, the antidote is almost refined. Just wait a few more days.”

Zhao Baoshang gripped Yan Zhen’s hand, hovered over her, and said, “But I feel uncomfortable now.”

“The ‘Ten Thousand Insects Gnawing the Heart’ caused by not being with the one you love is always hard to avoid,” Yan Zhen breathed out warmth as she spoke.

The one I love? Where is the one I love?

In her hazy state, Zhao Baoshang felt the person before her was like a phantom about to dissipate. She reached out with her other hand to touch Yan Zhen’s cheek, leaned in, and carefully stole a kiss.

Yan Zhen paused mid-sentence and gave a soft chuckle. “I looked through some ancient texts recently; I’m afraid the effect of kissing isn’t great. But if you feel it provides some relief, there’s no harm in trying.”

These words, mingled with the night air, sounded incredibly soft.

Beads of sweat formed on the tip of Zhao Baoshang’s nose. She didn’t understand. Yan Zhen was already hers, so why was she so nervous just to kiss her? And as for that deeper step, she hadn’t yet…

Her hands trembled slightly, and her heart beat rapidly.

This afternoon, she had read the script for Qing Shan Yuan. When the female lead felt her heart skip for the male lead, the script described it as: cheeks flushing, heart accelerating, wishing to stick by this person’s side forever.

It was exactly the same as her symptoms.

So this was the Love Gu. This was “moving emotions.”

Yan Zhen touched Zhao Baoshang’s hand with some confusion. “Why are you sweating?” She used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat away for her.

Zhao Baoshang jumped up as if struck by lightning. A tingling sensation spread from her palm. She looked at her little fan, her brow knitting tighter and tighter—

Stroking my palm… this hint is too obvious!

This wasn’t the first time the little fan had seduced her. She’d done it repeatedly, testing her bottom line over and over. She had intended to let the little fan off tonight, but now it seemed the fan was asking for it.

“I… what should I do?” Zhao Baoshang turned her face away and asked in a low voice, “I feel so uncomfortable. What should I do?”

“It’s just a Love Gu; naturally, you just need to vent your desires,” Yan Zhen scooted a bit further away. “Ease yourself. I’m going back to sleep.”

Zhao Baoshang froze, then yanked Yan Zhen back in front of her. “Teach me.”

“…” Yan Zhen hesitated for a moment and asked, “You… don’t tell me you still don’t know how?”

Zhao Baoshang got angry. She bit down on Yan Zhen’s cheek, then moved her lips inward, slowly prying open Yan Zhen’s teeth. Her tongue pushed inside. She was so desperate—so desperate she didn’t even have time to swallow her own saliva.

…She’s a pro, Yan Zhen thought dizzily. Not long ago, she seemed to know nothing, but in a flash, she had become an expert in this art.

As expected of the Eldest Princess.

Stirred by the passion, Yan Zhen cooperated by leaning in. Zhao Baoshang suddenly changed positions, pulling Yan Zhen into her lap. Her gaze appeared even sharper and more commanding under the moonlight. Yan Zhen stared blankly at Zhao Baoshang, leaning down to meet those intoxicating eyes.

“What do I do next?” Zhao Baoshang placed her hand on Yan Zhen, stroking from top to bottom.

Yan Zhen hurriedly grabbed that hand. Zhao Baoshang broke free, recalling the contents of the manga she had seen, and reached further down. She touched a place that was even warmer.

She entered a new world—nervous, curious, and gradually, her heart was filled. Although it was hard work, she was incredibly happy. Not only was the Love Gu suppressed, but she had also obtained something very precious.

Yan Zhen lay on the bed panting like a dog after the ordeal.

Beside her, Zhao Baoshang’s eyes were sparkling as she looked at her. “Open your legs; let me wipe you.”

Yan Zhen said with a thin voice, “I don’t believe you…”

“You dare not believe me?” Zhao Baoshang’s brow furrowed, then quickly smoothed out. “How can you always be this shy?”

After tonight, they had shared skin-to-skin intimacy; they were a couple now. Zhao Baoshang knew the little fan was timid and probably couldn’t accept this good news all at once. But in the future, when their relationship went public, they would be hounded by reporters, hit the headlines constantly, and she would have to follow her home to meet the parents.

Zhao Baoshang smiled at the thought of the days to come. Yan Zhen didn’t know what she was laughing at; she just lamented that her respected Eldest Princess had turned into this. She rubbed her legs, hopped off the bed, and went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

While washing her hands, she glanced in the mirror and found her face covered in dried saliva. It was truly ugly. And messy. Zhao Baoshang had just been kissing this face. Truly, the power of the Love Gu was great; it could even cure Zhao Baoshang’s germaphobia.

When Yan Zhen climbed back into bed, Zhao Baoshang had dominantly occupied the center. Yan Zhen had no choice but to sleep sprawled over her.

Zhao Baoshang was still savoring the feeling. Feeling the weight on her, she sat up and looked. Seeing the fan’s unrestrained sleeping posture, she couldn’t help but smile slightly. She pulled Yan Zhen into the quilt. When her hand touched Yan Zhen’s soft skin, the feeling returned for a moment. She stroked her from her chest down to lower places. Her fingers circled the damp area below until the nearly-asleep Yan Zhen gave her a dissatisfied kick. Only then did Zhao Baoshang stop, propping herself up to ponder the profound question: Why does the little fan always seduce me?

It was nearly 9:00 AM when they woke up the next day. Yan Zhen had dark circles under her eyes, staring blankly at the clock. She turned to look at the person beside her. Zhao Baoshang was still sleeping peacefully; her long lashes were thick and curled, and her pale face showed a satisfied pink glow. She looked like an angel.

Except last night, she was as wicked as a devil.

Yan Zhen nudged her. “Class is starting soon.”

Zhao Baoshang closed her eyes and pulled Yan Zhen into her arms. “Not going.”

“Then it counts as an absence,” Yan Zhen broke free.

Zhao Baoshang turned over and continued to sleep.

Yan Zhen thought about it; she was probably exhausted from last night. Besides, there might not be many classes for a Master’s student. Fine, let her be.

Yan Zhen hopped off the bed and tidied up. She ran into Kuang Ying, who was back from buying breakfast.

“You’re up?”

“Zhao Baoshang isn’t yet.”

Kuang Ying nodded. “Last night… I think I heard some commotion.”

Yan Zhen’s expression shifted. Kuang Ying said thoughtfully, “Did she kick you until you cried? If she’s too much of a bully, come sleep with me. I have very good sleeping habits.”

As she spoke, the surroundings seemed to grow much colder. Yan Zhen blushed; the passion had come so quickly last night that she completely forgot she had just moved into a dorm with a roommate nearby.

“No need, I slept quite well,” she declined.

“Really? You have dark circles under your eyes.”

Yan Zhen coughed. “It’s nothing.”

Kuang Ying looked at her for a while. “Alright then. If you have trouble, come to me. I’ll definitely help.” She thought back to her chat with her friends and the loud “commotion” she heard in her half-asleep state, silently mourning for Yan Zhen.

…Movie Queen Zhao really has bad sleeping habits.

At noon, it grew noisy outside the dorm. Yan Zhen heard people discussing the celebrities they’d seen on campus. She wondered if Zhao Baoshang would cause a sensation if she walked out.

“Time for lunch,” she asked Zhao Baoshang. “What do you want to eat?”

“Don’t want to eat.”

“It’ll ruin your health,” Yan Zhen said. “You won’t have strength without food.”

Zhao Baoshang’s face turned bright red instantly. “What do you mean ‘no strength’? Where did you get that idea? Was last night not enough for you, you—”

Yan Zhen quickly covered her mouth. “My mistake.”

Zhao Baoshang snorted.

Yan Zhen grabbed her meal card and ran out. “I’ll go buy food.”

Left alone, Zhao Baoshang walked around the room. She had never stayed in a shared dorm during her school days; for her first time, it wasn’t bad. The little fan would warm the bed and buy her food. It was nice. Only that roommate Kuang Ying was a bit noisy.

A while later, Yan Zhen returned with takeout. She set the boxes on the table and went to call Zhao Baoshang, only to find her lazily sitting on a stool playing a game. The interface was Honor of Kings. Yan Zhen crouched down to look; Zhao Baoshang’s stats were 0/11/3. She had died 11 times with 0 kills. She was worse than a super minion.

Yan Zhen was silent. This silence annoyed Zhao Baoshang. She shut the screen off and asked fiercely, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing!” Yan Zhen said with a smile.

“What a garbage game, I’m done,” Zhao Baoshang turned away. “Go make my bed for me.”

“Didn’t you not bring sheets and covers?”

“I had someone send them over just now.”

Yan Zhen went over, spread the quilt, and knelt on the bed to pat the sheets flat. “It’s ready.”

“Good…” Zhao Baoshang looked up. In an instant, her vision was occupied by a pattern of tiny floral panties. She froze for a long time, her eyes turning dark and inscrutable.

Damn little fan. Are you even trying to seduce me while making the bed?

Why can’t you just make the bed quietly? Why do you have to lift your skirt and show me your waistline and thighs?

Zhao Baoshang was furious. She lunged up and pinned Yan Zhen to the bed.

“What exactly are you trying to do?” Zhao Baoshang said. “I was already very tired last night. Do you want me to collapse from exhaustion?”

Yan Zhen was speechless. “???”

“Not at noon. I have class this afternoon,” Zhao Baoshang said, her face red. “If you want it that badly, go take a shower first and wait for me tonight.”

Yan Zhen: “…What?”

“Playing hard to get again?” Zhao Baoshang laughed. She flicked Yan Zhen’s nose. “Don’t act spoiled. Get down.”

She hopped off the bed, humming a little tune, and went into the bathroom. The sound of the shower filled the air, and steam leaked from the door, creating a fairyland atmosphere. In this fairyland, Yan Zhen sat on the bed in a daze, questioning life.

After her shower, Zhao Baoshang felt fresh and gave her little fan a kiss in a good mood. She walked out and, before reaching her classroom, found a hidden spot to call Lin Xiaomei.

“Yan Zhen is my person now,” Zhao Baoshang said directly.

Lin Xiaomei was stunned. “What?”

“I’ll be covering for her. Thanks for taking care of my Yan Zhen before,” Zhao Baoshang said with a tone of triumphant pride.

“What’s wrong with her…” Lin Xiaomei muttered and hung up.

Lin Xiaomei stood on her balcony. Although she had asked Yan Zhen for a fortune reading, she didn’t truly believe in it. “Soul-snatching” sounded like a scam. How could a husband who already had a change of heart come back? If he did, she’d take Yan Zhen’s surname.

She gave a self-deprecating laugh, closed the window, and prepared for work. But the moment she opened her front door, she saw her ex-husband standing there looking miserable.

“Ah—!” She was startled.

“Don’t close the door, Xiaomei, it’s me!” He rushed to the door.

Lin Xiaomei’s heart pounded. She remembered Yan Zhen saying “Your husband will be back in a few days.” Had it really come true?

She opened the door again. Her ex-husband was in a state of pain and excitement. He knelt directly on the floor. “Xiaomei, I was wrong! It was all that woman’s doing! I shouldn’t have done it!”

Lin Xiaomei gradually regained her senses. She was shocked by the fact that he had returned. That superstitious “Soul-snatching” art actually worked? But how? With just some clothes and a flame? She began to doubt science.

“Come in first.”

The ex-husband hurried inside. Once in the living room, he didn’t dare sit, kneeling on the floor instead. “I was tricked! That b*tch tricked me!” He was a mess—snot, tears, and a disheveled appearance.

Lin Xiaomei looked at him. She didn’t intend to forgive him, but she gave him a chance. “Tell me exactly what happened.”

The ex-husband sat obediently by the wall and began his story.