[Female students from art schools] (78)

Chapter 78. The Promise in the Dressing Room Although I had decided to go all out, when

the day actually arrived, I felt how painful and wronged I was. To let a man I didn't even like possess my

body is something no woman wants to talk about or experience.

The filming went smoothly. For the first few days, Director Yang didn't come to see me at all, because he knew that while women

might want to play around, work was still the most important thing. If this film wasn't done well,

no amount of womanizing could make up for it.

Of course, the popular young actor Lin Zhaoyang, as the male lead, certainly brought

a huge buzz to the film.

I'd always had a good impression of Lin Zhaoyang, and I always thought he was a sunny

and caring actor. But I never imagined he would be such a

bastard .

In the film, I play Lin Zhaoyang's first love. Today's shoot went perfectly,

but during the scene where we passionately kiss after many years, Lin Zhaoyang's true colors were completely revealed.

He used a blind spot in the camera to slip his hand inside my dress, inside my bra, greedily

groping me…

It's common for male actors to grope each other during filming, but

I've never encountered anyone as shameless as Lin Zhaoyang.

Today, I stayed alone in the dressing room until the door slowly opened, and Director Yang walked in.

I knew it was time for me to make my promise.

Director Yang, after all, was the director; he witnessed everything Lin Zhaoyang did today, but he said nothing.

He told me that Lin Zhaoyang had connections with the producer and even the executive producer, so even

as the director, he had neither the right nor the courage to interfere with his actions. Director

Yang slowly approached me and asked if I still held onto the promise I made.

I said nothing. What could I say? I had promised him that if I got the lead role,

my body would be his.

Director Yang slowly walked behind me. He lowered his head, buried it in my neck, and

gently placed his hands on my firm breasts, kneading them softly.

"Ruoxi, do you know? Ever since we parted at Qingyu Manor, I've thought of you countless times. I

've waiting for this day."

As he spoke, his movements gradually quickened. He kept caressing me. Everyone else was gone, and

only the two of us remained in the dressing room. He picked me up, unzipped my dress, and then roughly removed everything from my

body . He was already impatient.

I numbly responded to his movements. He quickly pulled down his pants, pulled me up, and made me sit

steadily between his legs. He tightened his grip on my slender waist, kissed my back, and caressed my

breasts. Soon, soft moans of pleasure escaped his lips…

“Ruoxi, you’re so tight down there…”

he seemed to exclaim in admiration, then pulled me closer again. I trembled

up and down , the chair creaking under our weight.

“Little vixen, I told you, I’ll make you feel like you’re in heaven!”

He gripped my full breasts tightly, arching his back and breathing heavily

.

I felt dirty all over, but under his relentless teasing and sensual stimulation, I

couldn’t help but let out murmurs that would be incredibly alluring to any man.

A warm current flowed down my body with each of Director Yang's thrusts, a tingling sensation spreading through me. I writhed

violently involuntarily turning my head to kiss Director Yang passionately.

Director Yang was drenched in sweat. He held me tightly, gently lifting me onto the dressing room floor

. He spread my legs and thrust into me again.

At that moment, tears streamed down my face…

This was me, Zhang Xiaoruo. In the days to come, she would be gone. I would only be Zhang Ruoxi,

that art school girl who fearlessly pursued her dreams, her life, and her survival.

Twenty-one years old. I'm twenty-one this year.

I typed the last word in my notebook's journal. I slumped heavily onto the sofa.

Scenes from all these years flashed before my eyes. I didn't know where my life would end. I

only knew that in this world, if I wanted to live better than others, I could only rely on myself.

I looked at myself, at the empty space beneath my pajamas, and suddenly felt a surge of heat.

For no apparent reason, I thought of Lin Hai, the big boy who had given me warmth and touched my heart. Today, I suddenly missed him

terribly .

I slowly closed my laptop, took out my phone, and dialed Lin Hai's number.

"Hey, Xiao Ruo!"

"Lin Hai..."

"What's wrong, Xiao Ruo?"

Lin Hai sensed something was off about my tone.

"Lin Hai, I miss you, sob sob..."

I cried, feeling wronged. No matter how brightly a girl smiles in public, the

pain inside always bursts forth in the quiet of the night. I couldn't hold back anymore; tears

streamed down my face.

"Xiao Ruo, what's wrong?"

Lin Hai asked anxiously.

I didn't speak; I just cried.

"Xiao Ruo, wait for me!"

Lin Hai hung up. I choked back tears, clutching my phone tightly. An hour later, there was a knock on my door.

Lin Hai had moved to this rented apartment before.

I opened the door and when I saw Lin Hai's familiar face, I couldn't control myself any longer. I

hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately.

Lin Hai didn't ask me why; seeing that I was safe and sound, he was relieved. He responded to me with fiery passion

, holding my burning body as we collapsed onto the sofa…

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