Liang Qing sipped her red wine again, musing in silence.
Unworthy of being a star, the more I looked, the more beautiful, enchanting, and sexy she appeared.
Earlier at Haicheng Airport, she had jet-black, shiny hair, but now it was dyed a light red, strands of hair gently scattered on her neck, her large earrings occasionally swinging.
"I'm going to sleep with Xieya first," Gege said.
"It's okay," Liang Qing spoke.
After a brief pause, she said, "Speaking out might make everyone think I'm being melodramatic."
The room was unlit, save for the dim light of the paused movie screen and a few corner aromatherapy candles.
Liang Qing slowly shared her thoughts.
"My popularity has reached its peak; from here on, it's either treading water or going downhill.
"With age, the likelihood of a downhill trajectory is obviously higher.
