True Star (巨星) [DROPPED]

Chapter 122: Self Rescue (4)

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This translation belongs to the translators and proofreaders of Giraffe Corps.

The two bodyguards at the door did not wander too far. They both wore expressions of extreme boredom.

"Hasn't it been a while? Are we still filming? That male actor didn't look too bad, and the image of him lying weakly on the bed really makes me interested." One of them started to say.

"When did you start becoming interested in men too?"

"Just trying a new taste, but also, that guy looked pretty good, even the boss couldn't help himself." The man in black sneered, giving off a vulgar feeling.

"Don't even think about it, the boss probably won't let you touch that celebrity." The other man walked over to press his ear against the door and listened for a while. Suddenly, he furrowed his brow and said to his companion in a low voice, "There aren't any sounds, could there be a problem?"

"You want to barge in? Boss is going to cuss you out."

"Boss?" The man in black quietly knocked on the door. There was no reply from inside. The two looked at each other and figured that something was not right.

"Let's check inside."

The two men pushed open the door a little bit, to see that the bed was a complete mess but with no one in it.

Just as they were about to push inside, the sound of a man sobbing came from the bathroom.

"No... stop... please, Qi Cheng... ah..."

Swallowing, the two men looked at each other again, and both having the tact to understand the situation, stealthily closed the door again, both of them then snickering.

"Boss is really too rough, he already made that little actor cry."

"I reckon they'll need a while to finish." The bodyguard drew out his cigarette and started smoking with his colleague.

-In the bathroom-

Tang Feng expressionlessly faced the mirror while he washed his hands, at the same time also letting out very imaginative sounds and expressions. Only when he heard the near inaudible sound of the door being closed, did he stop his vividly realistic performance.

This situation was both strange and somewhat funny, Tang Feng being clearly expressionless yet still faking erotic moans. The point was if someone did not look at his face and only heard his voice, they would really be deceived, believing him to be fooling around in the bathroom.

"How was my acting, Mr. Su Qi Cheng?" Reaching for the towel to dry his face, Tang Feng firmly closed the bathroom door and sat down on the toilet seat cover.

Su Qi Cheng had already woken up, but because his hands and feet were bound securely and he had his tie stuffed in his mouth, he could only communicate with his eyes. The man's eyes seemed to smirk and show humour, as if saying that his acting was not bad. There was not a lot of anger or hatred.