Yang Mi woke up from a deep sleep.
She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before suddenly widening her eyes.
This... this wasn’t the ceiling of the crew dormitory!
Wait a minute, yesterday—
Memories of last night flooded back, and her face instantly flushed red.
How... how could I have done something so shameless?
She sneakily turned her head to the side, catching a glimpse of the man sleeping next to her. Martin’s peaceful face carried an almost childlike innocence—who would have thought that the man behind this face possessed such wild strength and astonishing endurance?
She remembered that Emma had been the first to surrender last night.
No, wait, what am I even thinking? This is so embarrassing!
Yang Mi pulled the blanket over her face, her cheeks burning, her heart racing.
I’m Martin’s woman now. Heehee!
She had never imagined that what started as a whim—a trip to London for an audition—would turn into this. It was simply unbelievable!
She felt the urge to use the bathroom and tried to move her legs.
"You should rest here for the day. I’ll call in for you two."
Martin’s gentle voice reached her ears.
"Uh... can you tell them that Emma and I went shopping last night, and because it got too late, we decided to stay at a hotel?"
"If you want that excuse, I can’t be the one making the call."
"Oh, right. Then... then I’ll do it myself!"
"Sure. Don’t worry, it’s just a small thing. It won’t cause any trouble."
Martin chuckled, rubbing Yang Mi’s head before giving her a light kiss on the tip of her nose.
Yang Mi’s face turned red again.
"I’ll go make breakfast for you two. Rest a little longer."
With that, Martin slipped out of the blanket and started getting dressed. "Just relax here today. Tomorrow, I’ll take you both back to the set."
Yang Mi hid under the blanket, but she peeked out just enough to watch Martin’s body as he moved.
Yang Mi, you’re such a pervert! she scolded herself internally.
But her eyes refused to close, as if wanting to etch Martin’s figure into her memory forever. She only stopped staring when he was fully dressed and left the room.
"Hmph, Emma, stop pretending to be asleep. I noticed a long time ago!"
As soon as Martin left, Yang Mi’s demeanor changed. After what happened last night, she no longer felt the need to accommodate Emma.
"W-Who’s pretending? I just woke up!"
Emma opened her eyes, her face still slightly flushed, and immediately began arguing with Yang Mi.
"Tch, still trying to deny it? When I was talking to Martin just now, I saw your eyeballs rolling under your eyelids. You were definitely awake."
"Says who? People’s eyes move when they dream too."
"Heh, keep acting. What were you dreaming about, huh? Don’t tell me it was a wet dream?"
"Hmph, so what if it was? At least I wasn’t the little b*tch moaning ’mmm~ mmm~’ all night!" Emma raised an eyebrow.
"And who was the little b*tch screaming ’ah~ ah~’ last night?" Now that Yang Mi had adjusted to her new situation, her sharp tongue was back.
Just as they were bickering, Martin walked in carrying two plates. "What are you two talking about? Breakfast’s ready—eggs and sausage. Hope you like it!"
Emma immediately put on a sweet smile. "Oh, we weren’t arguing, just chatting!"
Yang Mi wasn’t about to lose either. "That’s right, just chatting. We’re best friends—why would we fight?"
The two of them exchanged a look, smiling warmly at each other, but in their hearts, they both called the other a b*tch.
After breakfast, the two girls—who had just been at each other’s throats—shared Emma’s phone to call Director Columbus and request a day off. Their excuse? They’d gone shopping, got too tired, and Yang Mi accidentally twisted her ankle and tripped, dragging Emma down with her. Both suffered minor injuries...
The way they alternated speaking, coordinating perfectly, was seamless.
Little did they know, Director Columbus had already been informed by Martin.
Martin returned to New York a week later.
For that entire week, he enjoyed the company of both girls, sneaking them out every night and sending them back at dawn. He never got tired of it.
And after overcoming their initial shyness, the two girls started to revel in it as well.
On Martin’s last night in London, the reluctant girls tried their best to exhaust him before he left—but they failed.
How could mere mortals compete with an incubus?
After Martin left, Yang Mi suddenly had a lot of free time.
After all, she wasn’t the lead actress, so her scenes weren’t that many.
She wanted to write to Liu Yifei again.
Something amazing has happened to me recently.
But... but I can’t tell you exactly what it is. I can only say that it’s something wonderful, something involving Martin. Heehee.
I’m absolutely thrilled, but also a little nervous. Though, honestly, I’m mostly just happy!
Am I rambling? Heehee, I think I am.
Oh, by the way, my relationship with Emma has become kind of strange—competitive yet close. As for why... I still can’t say. Heehee.
But don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.
Daniel Radcliffe, you know, the guy who plays Harry Potter, has been trying to pursue me lately. But I turned him down—firmly. I told him I don’t like short guys. He seemed really upset.
Rupert Grint, who plays Ron, still feels like a kid. Well, he is a kid. He loves playing pranks on set—his antics are only second to Emma’s.
Filming is progressing slowly. I might not finish all my scenes until March. If they shot my scenes all at once, it’d only take a month, but Director Columbus insists on filming in sequence. Nothing I can do about it.
Oh, right—when Martin came to London this time, he asked about you!
He said, "That signed photo last time—was that girl named Liu Yifei happy with it?"
I answered for you. I told him you were over the moon, your eyes practically sparkling. He laughed so hard when he heard that.
Anyway, that’s all for now! Let’s have a proper get-together when I’m back—it’s my treat.
Liu Yifei giggled as she read the letter.
Sitting beside her, her mother couldn’t help but ask, "What’s so funny? What’s that little Yang Mi bragging about this time?"
"Hmph! Mom, you’re always ! Yang Mi is my good friend. Don’t talk about her like that." Liu Yifei pouted.
"Alright, alright. As long as she’s not scheming against you, I have no problem with her," Liu Xiaoli said.
"She would never do that! MiMi and I are really close," Liu Yifei said, furrowing her beautiful brows.
"Is that so? I hope so." Liu Xiaoli secretly pursed her lips.
"I’m not talking to you anymore. I need to write back to MiMi!" Liu Yifei ignored her mother and picked up her pen.