Ye Fu couldn’t swallow it, yet she couldn’t spit it out either. With someone holding the back of her head, she was caught between a rock and a hard place, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Waaah…”

She shook her head pitifully, her delicate nipples trembling violently.

Tears slid down her cheeks, falling straight onto the corners of her lips, then trickled from there onto the man’s scorching cock. She swallowed unconsciously.

Cen Luan couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as she took him in; he was nearly driven to surrender by that tight, wet, and hot little mouth.

Ye Fu looked at him with pitiful eyes, shaking her little head and whimpering, “Wah… it’s too deep…”

Before long, the man finally let go, only to press down on the back of her head the very next second, forcing her to take that massive member into her mouth once more. His hoarse voice seduced her, “Good girl, swallow it…”

Ye Fu couldn’t escape; she could only take it in bit by bit, as if she were eating the cherry on top of tonight’s fruit wine.

She licked it gently, then… used her teeth…

Cen Luan’s eyes and brows turned red from the scrape of her teeth. He flipped her over so she was facing away from him, her back to the car window, and pinned her arms behind her back.

Pressing down on her soft, white buttocks, he thrust into her hard and deep.

Ye Fu was thrust so hard that her snow-white breasts pressed against the window. Stung by the chill, a shiver ran down her spine, and the surging pleasure forced her to cry out.

“Ah… Haah… No… Stop… Haah…”

Cen Luan pulled her back slightly; her breasts were finally no longer pressed against the cold surface, but her poor nipples kept brushing against the icy windowpane. Ye Fu’s toes curled, and she let out a long, wailing cry as her lower abdomen spasmed, releasing a small pool of clear fluid.

Cen Luan flipped her over, and just as he was about to press down and enter her, he saw Ye Fu begin to sob softly.

“What’s wrong?” He leaned down to kiss away her tears.

Ye Fu wrapped her slender white arms around his neck and called out softly, her voice like a cat’s meow, “Yu Chibei…”

It was a long time before Cen Luan replied, “I’m here.”

“Don’t die… please?” she cried, kissing his face.

She had just received the second half of the script that morning.

Yu Chibei’s ending… was death.

“Mm.” Cen Luan leaned down and kissed her lips. “I promise.”

He entered her slowly and gently, cupping her face with both hands as he kissed her lips tenderly and lingeringly.

At that moment.

They were Tang Gu and Yu Chibei.

And they were Ye Fu and Cen Luan.

After escorting Ye Fu back to her room, Cen Luan received some documents from his assistant. He skimmed through them without much expression, then called his assistant.

“Transfer some money to her. Have her sign a non-disclosure agreement to shut her up.”

His assistant, Hu Songyu, hesitated and asked, “Won’t she get a taste of this and keep calling us for money in the future?”

“Give her whatever she asks for.” Cen Luan glanced at himself in the mirror; the man’s pale irises reflected a hint of the same cold, ruthless intensity reminiscent of Yu Chibei. “But from now on, Ye Fu has nothing to do with them. She belongs to me. If they dare to bother her, have a lawyer explain to them what crime it is to extort money from a Best Actor. If necessary, we can send them to prison for a few years.”

Hu Songyu sensed his anger and quickly replied, “Yes.”

Before taking on this project, many people were skeptical of Director Xu’s decision to cast the Best Actor. After all, in the public eye, Cen Luan was almost the perfect man—save for his somewhat cold demeanor.

But only Director Xu and his assistant, who knew him well, understood that this man was just like Yu Chibei.

Cold and ruthless.

He wasn’t playing Yu Chibei—he was Yu Chibei.

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