What's Wrong with Spoiling You? [Entertainment Industry] - Chapter 32

“If you’re here, where else would I go?” Yun Bo said before heading into the room to fetch a hairdryer. She waved at Tan Yun, “Come here, let me dry your hair.”

Tan Yun fidgeted with her fingers, then put down her phone and walked over. “You should go take a shower first. I can handle it myself.”

“I’ll go in after I’ve dried your hair.”

Her tone was firm, leaving Tan Yun no choice but to let down her damp hair.

Yun Bo sat on the edge of the bed and patted her thigh, inviting, “Come here and lie down.”

Those simple words sent Tan Yun’s thoughts racing.

Lie down where? On her lap, undoubtedly?

Noticing her hesitation, Yun Bo chuckled. “Relax, I won’t do anything to you.”

That only made Tan Yun more flustered. The reason she froze was simple—she was wondering how she should react if Yun Bo did do something.

Clearly, she was overthinking it. She sat on the bed and slowly lay down.

Yun Bo steadied her breathing and pressed her fingers against Tan Yun’s temples, massaging gently.

Tan Yun closed her eyes in contentment, unable to suppress a soft moan.

It was nothing short of teasing Yun Bo’s nerves. As her fingers combed through Tan Yun’s hair, the scent of shampoo couldn’t mask the fragrance of her body.

The primal desire in Yun Bo’s heart ignited, spreading like wildfire, leaving her scorched in its flames.

Was this self-inflicted torment?

Her fingers were deft enough that Tan Yun nearly dozed off under her ministrations.

Assuming she was asleep, Yun Bo lifted her and placed her in the center of the bed, tucking her in before heading to the bathroom.

Only after Yun Bo left did Tan Yun peek out from under the covers, her wide eyes fixed on the ceiling as she wondered—was the beauty hinting at something? Did she want her to strip naked under the sheets?

Fiddling with her bra strap under the blanket, she shyly tugged it halfway down before glancing at the closed bathroom door.

What if Yun Bo didn’t mean it that way?

Tan Yun’s thoughts spiraled again. Would this be too forward? They’d agreed beforehand to boil the rice—maybe Yun Bo was holding back to avoid hurting her. In that case, she should take the initiative…

Finally convincing herself, she reached behind to unclasp her bra and, with a decisive flick, tossed it to the floor.

Now bare beneath her robe, Tan Yun blushed as she glanced at the discarded bra. She scrambled out of bed to adjust its position neatly on the floor.

Her hands then hovered over her abdomen—should she remove her panties too? Her fingers hooked the edge, but she quickly burrowed back under the covers, murmuring to herself, “Gotta leave some fun for the beauty…”

When Yun Bo stepped out of the bathroom, she was met with this scene: a pink bra meticulously arranged on the floor, and a wriggling lump under the covers, punctuated by muffled giggles.

She pinched the bridge of her nose. This was a direct challenge to her self-control.

Unaware that Yun Bo had emerged, Tan Yun rolled around under the sheets, hugging a pillow to stifle her laughter.

Lost in her fantasies of what might happen next, she whispered to the pillow, “Should I lie on my stomach to tempt her, or on my back?”

The pillow naturally wouldn’t answer her, nor would the person who picked up the pink bra she’d thrown on the floor with their fingers.

Yun Bo had thought she could endure it, but her fingers trembled slightly as they clutched the bra.

The person under the blankets was still muttering to herself, this time in a much lower voice, clearly embarrassed.

“Then tell me, does my beauty prefer me lying on my stomach or… on my back?”

Suddenly, the blanket covering her was yanked away as Yun Bo leaned down, using the pink bra to cover the eyes of the person beneath her.

“Silly, I like both.”

Tan Yun’s entire body stiffened, not daring to move. She was all talk—when it came to the real thing, she chickened out.

Yun Bo pulled the blanket halfway back over them, breathing heavily, her body frighteningly hot. “Already fully cooked…”

……

When Tan Yun woke up, her back ached and every part of her body protested the exhaustion of the night before.

Yun Bo had one arm wrapped around her waist while holding her phone in the other hand. “Awake?”

“Mmm…” The sound was thick with congestion, as if she were on the verge of tears but holding back.

Quickly swiping to the camera app, Yun Bo raised her phone, burying her chin in the crook of Tan Yun’s neck. “Smile, let’s take a photo to commemorate your ‘raw rice boiled into cooked rice’ moment.”

Tan Yun’s tearful expression made it impossible for her to look happy. It was good that her beauty loved taking photos, but why did she only focus on the red marks on her chest?

Too embarrassed to ask, Tan Yun reluctantly posed for the photo, feeling utterly wronged.

“Still sleepy?” Yun Bo set the phone aside and nibbled on her earlobe.

“Exhausted!” Tan Yun wanted to say she hadn’t slept well all night—this “raw rice boiled into cooked rice” ordeal had been pure torture.

“Sleep a little longer. I’ll go downstairs to get you breakfast.” Yun Bo lifted a corner of the blanket, picking up the pink bra from the floor and stuffing it under the covers. “Put this on first so you don’t catch a cold.”

Tan Yun grabbed it quickly, flushing at the memory of having it covering her eyes all night.

Yun Bo pulled back the curtains and glanced outside. The heavy rain from last night had stopped, leaving thick puddles on the ground.

She called the hotel staff to have the clothes she’d sent for dry cleaning the night before brought up.

Before leaving, she glanced back at Tan Yun, still buried under the blankets. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“You…” Her voice was too hoarse, only managing a single syllable.

Yun Bo chuckled. “That’s for tonight.”

Tan Yun coughed awkwardly and added, “Just bring whatever.”

Only after Yun Bo left did Tan Yun emerge from the blankets, gritting her teeth as she flung the pink bra as far as she could. “Serves you right for being so lustful—now you’ve been pinned down all night!”

This morning was just like every post-car-crash scene in TV dramas, except the process had been completely different.

Tan Yun bit the sheet and sniffled. Last night, her beauty had mercilessly pinned her down the entire time.

Yes, the entire night… and in the most innocent way possible—doing absolutely nothing.

Tan Yun rubbed her sore lower back indignantly and scolded herself, “So useless! Just being pinned down for one night and you’re already falling apart. If she ever goes all out, you’ll collapse in no time—how disappointing would that be?”

She tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, clenched her fists, and gave herself a pep talk. “Come on, you’ve got to train harder. Can’t let my beauty down.”