Chapter 25

Yang Mi stood at the door with infinite charm, wearing a trench coat, the belt tied casually, the collar slightly open, revealing snow-white skin.

Inside was a tight-fitting white thin sweater, revealing a slender neck and a section of exquisite collarbones.

The figure under the sweater was plump and round, full and upright, rising and falling gently with the rhythm of her breathing.

Below was a black tight-fitting short skirt, her legs wrapped in a pair of thin black silk stockings.

Her face was lightly made up, her lips painted with bright red lipstick, matching her exquisite face. Standing there, she was as bright and beautiful as a ball of fire.

Zhou Jin saw such a beautiful Yang Mi and was stunned for a moment, somewhat pleasantly surprised.

"How did you come?"

Yang Mi leaned against the door frame, the corners of her lips curling up slightly, and said with a smile: "The filming tasks haven't been that tight lately, and the studio has some business in Yanjing, so I came over personally to handle it."

Actually, Yang Mi wasn't telling the truth.

Originally, an assistant was supposed to come to Yanjing to handle business, but she insisted on taking it on herself.

To squeeze out these two days, she took the initiative to rush the filming progress, working overtime for four or five days in a row. The time she slept every day was pitifully small, and her skin had even gotten worse.

She didn't want to admit it, but after Zhou Jin left Hengdian, she actually started missing him.

She wasn't originally this kind of person.

Regarding feelings, she had always felt that nothing was more important than work.

But she didn't know what was going on; this person Zhou Jin just wouldn't leave her mind, popping up from time to time.

She didn't know why she wanted to do this either.

Yang Mi looked at the stunned Zhou Jin and raised her eyebrows: "What, not welcome?"

"Welcome." Zhou Jin showed a brilliant smile.

Yang Mi took a step forward, stood on her tiptoes, and left a kiss on his cheek. Her lips were warm and soft, touching his face lightly before pulling back.

"A reward for you."

Then Yang Mi's gaze crossed over Zhou Jin's shoulder and saw the women's shoes placed on the floor of the entrance.

Yang Mi's smile disappeared.

She stared at the pair of shoes for two seconds, the expression on her face cooling down bit by bit, her heart feeling as if it had been pricked by a needle.

She had worked overtime on the set, squeezing out time to come to Yanjing, wanting to give him a surprise.

But Zhou Jin was lying to her.

What she couldn't tolerate most was being lied to.

Yang Mi stood in place for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and turned to leave expressionlessly.

Zhou Jin subconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Listen to my sophistry... no, listen to my explanation."

Yang Mi turned her head and looked at him coldly.

Zhou Jin breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

Being able to hold on meant there was still room for maneuver.

He really didn't want to lose Yang Mi.

He knew very well that Yang Mi had contributed significantly to him getting the role of Ling Yue in *Sword of Legends*.

Everything went smoothly on the set; no one made things difficult for him, and his scenes were not only not deleted but actually increased quite a bit compared to the original script, partly because Yang Mi was covering for him.

Moreover, most importantly, after getting along for so long, Da Mimi really made him like her a little.

He knew Yang Mi too well—strong, domineering, a career woman who wanted to take the initiative in everything.

Especially on the night they parted, such a proud person was actually willing to do that for him.

Being able to make the proud Yang Mi lower her head to bite him, she had already conceded too much.

"Come to my room." Zhou Jin looked into her eyes and said seriously, "I'll explain it to you."

Yang Mi took a deep breath, wanting to shake off Zhou Jin's arm, but hesitated for a moment, then followed Zhou Jin's hand to his room.

She actually had no position and no excuse to be angry.

After all, when Zhou Jin came to her door, the two had made it clear.

Only solving each other's physical needs, not dating, not talking about feelings.

So when Reba liked Zhou Jin and even actively pursued him, she didn't interfere, and even acquiesced.

Bang.

Zhou Jin closed the door and explained seriously: "Remember I mentioned the leader of the fan support group to you?"

"She is a freshman at Beijing Film Academy, and last time she took a 1,000-kilometer flight to Hengdian to see me."

"This time I came to Yanjing, she asked me to eat again. She and her best friend rented a three-bedroom apartment, and it just happened to be missing one person. I didn't find a suitable place, so I moved in."

Yang Mi looked into Zhou Jin's eyes and could naturally tell if he was lying.

After listening to the explanation, her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she returned to her usual indifferent and strong self.

"Moving in specifically to share a place, what, do you have ideas about this fan?"

Zhou Jin looked at her frankly: "Mi-jie, I won't lie to you. She is very pretty, and I do have ideas about her. But we are innocent right now."

"What about Reba?"

"Reba is so pretty, I have ideas about her too."

Yang Mi:...

It was her first time seeing such an open scumbag.

So open that she felt it was a matter of course.

"Anything else?"

Zhou Jin's gaze was frank: "Li Yitong, I mentioned her to you before. She auditioned with Yu Zheng and then entered the *Return of the Condor Heroes* crew to play Guo Fu."

She remembered.

The role of Guo Fu could be considered very important in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*.

That little girl being able to get Guo Fu all of a sudden was definitely not simple.

Yang Mi looked at Zhou Jin, speechless.

Was this person a human succubus?

Wasn't he just a bit taller, a bit more handsome, had a better temperament, better acting skills, a bit more witty and humorous...

Where exactly was he good?

Why didn't she know?

Why could he attract so many little girls wherever he went?

Zhou Jin saw Yang Mi's anger had mostly dissipated, moved his body, and sat next to her.

Their bodies touched.

Yang Mi moved away in disgust.

Zhou Jin reached out to hug her and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

Yang Mi struggled a few times, pushing his chest with her hands, but the more she struggled, the weaker her strength became. As she pushed, her hands wrapped around Zhou Jin's neck, and she was immersed in this kiss.

Yang Mi felt Zhou Jin's hands getting more and more excessive, woke up suddenly, pushed him away, her cheeks flushed, and she said shyly and angrily: "Didn't you say Meng Ziyi was next door?"

"The soundproofing is very good; you can't hear it."

"That won't work either."

"Mi-jie." Zhou Jin looked at Yang Mi's shy, flushed cheeks, messy hair, and dodging eyes, his voice lowering. "Do you know how tempting you are right now? I can't help it."

"That won't work either. Let's go to the hotel." Yang Mi's expression was serious.

The more Yang Mi refused and felt embarrassed, the more excited Zhou Jin became.

Zhou Jin stared into Yang Mi's eyes, his gaze burning, and lowered his head to kiss her lips again: "Mi-jie, really. The soundproofing is really good, and all three rooms have independent bathrooms; there won't be any noise."

"Still won't work..."

Although Yang Mi still refused, her tone had clearly loosened.

Zhou Jin didn't give her a chance to speak and kissed her again.

Yang Mi was still resisting, but her eyes were infatuated, and her resistance was even weaker.

She had a fatal temptation for Zhou Jin.

But Zhou Jin also had a fatal attraction for her.

Zhou Jin's voice was gentle: "Mi-jie, we've been apart for so long."

Zhou Jin paused, reached out, and said with a smile:

"And Mi-jie has already..."

Yang Mi looked at Zhou Jin's hand, her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed instantly, her eyes anxious and flustered.

"Don't you dare say it!"