Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 239 Breakfast

The moonlight moved slowly across the curtains, from one end to the other, like time quietly slipping away.

After an unknown amount of time, everything returned to calm.

Gao Lu curled up in Fu Yibai's arms, her face pressed against his chest, her fingers resting on his waist.

Her breathing hadn't completely calmed down yet; her chest rose and fell slightly, and her skin had a faint blush.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her and gently stroked her back with his hand.

"Do you regret it?" he asked.

Gao Lu shook her head and buried her face even deeper.

No regrets.

Her voice was soft, but firm.

The distant sound of a ship's horn drifted in from outside the window, one blast after another, seemingly endless.

Gao Lu was already awake when the morning light streamed into the bedroom through the sheer curtains.

She lay on her side, propping her head up with one hand, her gaze fixed on Fu Yibai's face, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Gao Lu looked for a long time before gently lifting the blanket. Her movements were extremely light, as if she was afraid of waking the man beside her.

Picking up the clothes scattered on the floor from the previous night and holding them in her arms, Gao Lu walked barefoot out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

She first cleaned the living room, then took the dishes into the kitchen.

Gao Lu took out eggs, milk, and broccoli from the refrigerator, and then found flour in the cupboard, intending to make egg pancakes.

She tied on an apron, casually tied her hair up, revealing her slender nape.

She cracked eggs, chopped vegetables, and mixed batter with practiced ease and gentleness, deliberately minimizing the sound of the spatula hitting the edge of the pan.

My phone vibrated while I was chopping scallions.

She wiped her hands and picked it up to read.

It was a message from Yan Danchen.

"Sister Lu, why did you leave so soon after the company's annual meeting last night? I was hoping to invite you to have a late-night snack together."

Gao Lu thought for a moment and typed a reply.

"I was tired, so I came back first."

Yan Danchen.

"All right.

"Oh, by the way, nothing much at the company today. I'm going shopping, do you want to come?"

Gao Lu glanced outside the kitchen.

"I'm not going, I have something to do today."

After sending the message, she put her phone aside and continued cooking.

As the sky outside the window gradually brightened, the lights in the kitchen also became a bit brighter.

Gao Lu poured the prepared batter into a frying pan and cooked it over low heat. The batter slowly solidified on the bottom of the pan, curled up at the edges, and turned golden brown.

She flipped it over with a spatula, fried the other side until golden brown, and then put it on a plate.

As the second pancake was being cooked, footsteps sounded behind me.

It was very soft, but she heard it.

Gao Lu turned around and saw Fu Yibai standing at the kitchen door, wearing the same bathrobe from last night, his hair a little messy, and his eyes still sleepy.

Did I wake you up?

"no."

Fu Yibai walked over and stood behind her.

Gao Lu turned back to continue making pancakes, flipping them with a spatula in the pan, the batter sizzling.

Fu Yibai stood behind her and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

Gao Lu's body stiffened for a moment, then softened and she leaned into his arms.

The spatula was still in his hand, but his movements slowed down.

"It's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

His voice was close to her ear, low and husky from just waking up.

"I'll make you breakfast."

Gao Lu's voice was very soft, and the corners of her mouth were curved.

"The pancakes are almost ready. Go sit at the table and you'll be able to eat them soon."

Fu Yibai didn't move, but tightened his grip on her waist.

His lips moved from her earlobe to behind her ear and gently kissed her.

Gao Lu's body trembled slightly, and her fingers gripped his hand tightly.

"Mr. Fu..."

"Call me by my name."

Fu Yibai's voice was low.

Gao Lu's lips moved slightly.

"Yi Bai..."

The sound was so faint it was like a mosquito's buzz.

Fu Yibai chuckled, his breath hot against her ear, making her tense up.

His kisses moved from behind his ears to his neck, very lightly and slowly, like a feather brushing against his skin.

Gao Lu's breathing became erratic.

She leaned against the kitchen counter, her hands resting on the surface, her knuckles white.

"Yi Bai..."

She called out again, her voice a little louder than before, but still soft and trembling.

"The pancake is going to burn..."

"Turn off the heat first."

Fu Yibai moved his hand from her waist to her shoulder, gently turning her around so that she was facing him.

Gao Lu lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Her face turned bright red, the blush spreading from her cheekbones to her ears, and from her ears to her neck, forming a deep red patch.

Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her lips.

It was very light and slow, like savoring something precious.

Gao Lu closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the front of his robe tightly.

The kisses progressed from light to deep, from gentle to lingering.

Her response remained shy and awkward, unsure of what to do, passively enduring it, occasionally trying to respond but then retreating back.

Fu Yibai's hand slid down from her face and landed on her waist.

The fabric of her loungewear was very thin, and you could feel the curve of her waistline and the temperature of her skin.

Gao Lu's breathing became more and more rapid, and her chest heaved more and more.

He pinned her against the kitchen counter, the cold surface behind her and his warm chest in front of her.

Two temperatures, cold and hot, hard and soft, mingled within her, like two rivers converging in her body, making her tremble all over.

"Yi Bai..."

She called his name, her voice trembling with tears.

It wasn't sadness, but something indescribable, too full, about to overflow.

Fu Yibai picked her up and sat her on the kitchen counter.

The items on the table had long been pushed aside; plates, bowls, and condiment bottles were crammed together, making a soft, clinking sound.

Gao Lu sat on the kitchen counter, her gaze level with his.

She looked at him, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Hmm~"

Gao Lu's breathing gradually changed from rapid to long and even, then back to rapid, repeating itself like the ebb and flow of the tide.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds from the kitchen gradually subsided.

Gao Lu leaned against Fu Yibai's chest, her face buried in his chest, her whole body as soft as water.

Fu Yibai put his arm around her and gently stroked her back with his hand.

Her back was slightly damp with sweat, and her skin was smooth.

"meal……"

Gao Lu pressed her breath against his chest, her voice muffled.

"It's cold..."

"Then let's heat it up."

"Um."

Gao Lu responded, but didn't move.

She couldn't bear to move.

The embrace was so warm; she didn't want to leave.

Fu Yibai didn't urge her; he just held her in his arms, standing in the kitchen, in the morning light.

After a while, Gao Lu lifted her head from his embrace and looked at him.

Are you hungry?

"A little."

"Then I'll heat it up for you."

She stepped down from the kitchen counter, her legs a little weak, and she almost lost her balance.

Fu Yibai helped her up.

Gao Lu blushed again, lowered her head, and dared not look at him.