bacchusnovels Chapter 463 Conquering the Oscars
Chapter 463 Conquering the Oscars
Fu Yibai said no more and lowered his head to kiss her.
Zhang Tianai's lips were soft and warm, and her response was much more passionate than Fu Yibai had expected. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her whole body against his chest, and ran her fingertips through his hair, carrying a long-suppressed desire.
The documents on the desk were swept aside.
Zhang Tianai was lying on the desk, her off-white knitted sweater pushed up above her chest at some point, and the zipper of her pencil skirt was also open.
Her body was fair and supple, with a slender waist and full breasts; every curve of her body was just right.
"Come quick~"
Her voice trembled, but her eyes did not waver.
Fu Yibai leaned down, his lips brushing against her earlobe.
"Don't rush."
The office is not a place for doing business.
Fu Yibai picked her up in his arms, pushed open the inconspicuous hidden door on the side of the desk, and walked into the inner lounge.
The lounge was small, with a 1.8-meter bed against the wall, and a lamp and a box of tissues on the bedside table.
Zhang Tianai lay on the bed, her hair spread out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes almost overflowing with tears.
"I'm a little nervous," she said softly.
Fu Yibai lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then unbuttoned his shirt.
"Then take it slow."
Time in the lounge had lost its measure.
Zhang Tianai's voice went from initial repression to later indulgence, and finally to a tearful plea for mercy; each stage lasted a long time.
Her fingers gripped Fu Yibai's back, her nails leaving faint red marks on his skin, before she loosened her grip in a shiver.
Her body trembled slightly with each touch, then slowly relaxed, then tensed up again, and finally melted completely.
After an unknown amount of time, the lounge fell silent.
Zhang Tianai curled up beside Fu Yibai, burying her face in his shoulder, her breathing gradually becoming calmer from rapid.
A trace of a tear still clung to her eyelashes, and her body trembled slightly, like a plucked string, the lingering melody reluctant to dissipate.
"Are you alright?"
Fu Yibai gently patted her back with his palm.
"Um."
Zhang Tianai's voice was muffled, with a post-coital hoarseness.
"My legs are a little weak."
After she finished speaking, she laughed first, raised her head and kissed Fu Yibai on the chin, then buried her face in his chest again.
The two lay there for another ten minutes or so before Zhang Tianai finally sat up, supporting herself on his chest.
She glanced down at her skirt; the zipper was broken, and a large section of the stitching had come undone.
She tugged at the loose thread with her fingers, looked up at Fu Yibai, her expression a mix of helplessness and embarrassment.
"What should we do?"
Fu Yibai leaned against the headboard, looking at her, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.
There are spare clothes in the closet; pick out an outfit yourself.
Zhang Tianai got out of bed wrapped in a blanket and opened the wardrobe in the rest room.
Several sets of women's clothing were hanging inside, in different sizes, ranging from dresses to suits.
She chose a dark blue long dress and put it on, then fixed her hair in front of the mirror.
"Mr. Fu, I'll head back now."
"Won't you rest a little longer?"
"No, I have a lines class this afternoon~"
Zhang Tianai came to Fu Yibai's side and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
"Shall we go home together tonight?"
"it is good."
Zhang Tianai turned and left with a limp.
After she left, Fu Yibai got up and dressed, then removed the blood-stained sheets and replaced them with clean ones.
After leaving the break room, Fu Yibai tidied up his messy desk and continued working.
That evening, after class, Zhang Tianai went to the top floor to find Fu Yibai, and the two returned to Zhang Tianai's dormitory to continue their intimate moments.
On February 25th, Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin appeared at Beijing Capital International Airport.
The Oscars ceremony will be held on the 27th, and domestic media reporters have been waiting in shifts at the airport for a long time.
As soon as Fu Yibai and Fan Binbin got out of the car, the reporters who had been waiting in the waiting hall swarmed over like sharks smelling blood.
Dozens of reporters, dressed in thick down jackets, gathered around from all directions with their equipment. The white light from their flashes was still dazzling in the morning sunlight, and the sound of shutters clicking was as dense as a downpour hitting a tin roof.
"Director Fu! Look this way!"
"Binbin! Binbin, look here!"
Airport security personnel stretched out their arms to block people from leaving, but reporters still desperately tried to shove their recording pens and microphones forward from under the security guards' armpits and shoulders.
Fu Yibai put his arm around Fan Binbin's shoulder and pulled her closer to him, while using his other hand to block the microphone that was almost poking her face.
"Director Fu! Interstellar has received eight nominations. How many do you predict it will win?"
Are you confident about winning Best Director? The competition is fierce this year!
"There are voices online saying that the Oscars won't give the top prize to a Chinese director. What's your opinion?"
Fu Yibai stopped in his tracks.
"This is my first time attending the Oscars, and of course I hope to win as many awards as possible."
After all, I've already won the Golden Bear and the Palme d'Or, so it would be even better if I could also win an Oscar this time.
As for the online claim that the Oscars will not award prizes to Chinese directors...
I believe that film transcends borders, and the Oscar judges are fair; they won't deny the excellence of *Interstellar* just because I'm a Chinese director.