Chapter 269: Anita’s Position in the Entertainment Circle
The wind was fierce at the top of the mountain. Every so often, the hem of Anita's cheongsam would be blown up, revealing a large patch of smooth, tender skin. Her legs were as perfect as jade, a tempting sight that would be irresistible to those who had a certain... affinity for feet.
But John wasn't one of them—or at least, not openly.
He didn't have the same fascination. What caught his attention, however, was the perfect proportion of Anita's body, especially her slender waist. It reminded him of Bertha, another martial artist he knew who maintained a figure through years of intense training. But Anita—she controlled her figure meticulously, always conscious of her appearance for her career.
It had been fifteen years since they last saw each other. And now, at the top of this mountain, the two of them were reconnecting, reminiscing about old times. The wind might have been strong, but the emotions in the air were even stronger.
At first, when the wind blew her cheongsam open, Anita would quickly pull it back down, pressing it to her body with a hand. After a few moments, though, she stopped worrying about it, letting the wind have its way.
John seemed to enjoy it, his gaze lingering a bit longer than necessary.
It wasn't long before Anita remembered that she had been taken by John in such a strange, almost bizarre manner. The crew must be frantic by now, and her agent would certainly be worried, thinking something had gone terribly wrong.
She glanced down at her cheongsam, sighing in frustration, then turned to John for help.
"Shouldn't we go back down?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "The crew must be worried by now. And this wind... it's freezing in this cheongsam. You rogue, have you seen enough?"