45: Break through the bottleneck! Unlock the unpredictable shooting style!

Lin Feng's gaze fell into Taylor's blue eyes, which seemed to contain an entire starry sky.

"Tonight, forget about basketball."

Her voice, like the richest cello, resonated in the quiet air.

"We only talk about art and inspiration."

Lin Feng didn't speak.

He reached out and took the glass filled with wine-red liquid from between her fair fingers.

The touch of their fingertips brought a hint of coolness, yet also a hint of warmth.

He raised the glass to his lips, looked into her eyes, and drained the red wine in one gulp.

The pungent liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, a wave of warmth rising from his abdomen and quickly spreading throughout his limbs.

The coldness and humiliation from that arena in Memphis seemed to be dispelled by this warm current at this moment.

Taylor watched him finish drinking, the curve of her lips deepening.

She took the empty glass from his hand and placed it casually on the side table.

"It seems you're also an artist who likes to be direct."

She turned around and walked barefoot toward the center of the recording studio.

There, an acoustic guitar leaned quietly against the sofa.

"A loss in a game, for an athlete, is like a writer encountering writer's block."

Taylor picked up the guitar and casually plucked the strings, producing a crisp chord.

"The more you want to write, the more you can't."

"The more you want to win, the more you can't."

She sat on a soft high stool, holding the guitar in her arms, her posture elegant and professional.

"At times like this, you need something else for stimulation."

Lin Feng watched her quietly without interrupting.

He knew that this woman was analyzing him, and herself, in her own way.

"For example?" he finally spoke, his voice a bit raspy.

Taylor looked up, her blue eyes strikingly bright under the soft light.

"For example, an unfinished song."

After she spoke, her slender fingers began to dance across the strings.

A soft melody, yet tinged with a bit of blurred wildness and rebellion, began to flow through the room.

It wasn't any of her already released songs.

It was a brand new melody, belonging only to this moment.

Then, she began to sing.

Her voice was no longer the powerful and penetrating voice of a diva on stage.

Instead, it carried a hint of laziness and murmuring, like a whisper in a midnight dream.

"Silhouettes under the neon lights, like a meteor streaking across the sky..."

"They give you a crown, but also shackles..."

"You are a burning fire on the court, yet silent in the crowd..."

Lin Feng's body stiffened.

Every word, every line of the song, was like a precise scalpel, cutting through his disguise and reaching his truest inner self.

That was his game-winner at the Staples Center.

That was him being the center of attention at the party.

It was also that uncomprehended loneliness when he was alone.

"I see the storm in your eyes, and the pride at the corners of your mouth..."

"They want to see you fall, want to see you tamed by an iron cage..."

"But I know, you are a struggling beast, longing to tear apart all restraints..."

The singing continued.

Lin Feng's heart, however, was beating violently.

She understood.

This woman actually truly understood him.

What she saw wasn't the glamorous New King of the Los Angeles Lakers, nor the rumored boyfriend in the entertainment tabloids.

She saw the loser in Memphis who had been defended to the point of self-doubt.

She saw the Lin Feng who was heavily struck early in his career and felt inferior inside.

She also saw the real Lin Feng who, after obtaining the system, desperately craved power and longed to prove himself.

Music, at this moment, became the most miraculous medium.

It crossed the barriers of language and culture, allowing two souls who both stood at the pinnacle of fame and fortune and bore immense pressure to resonate at the deepest level.

In Lin Feng's mind, that faint, lingering sense of guilt toward Yoona, who was far away in South Korea, was washed away completely by this intense resonance.

He cast aside all distracting thoughts.

The loss of the game, the external ridicule, the uncertainty of the future... none of it mattered anymore.

What mattered was the person in front of him.

What mattered was seizing this key that could allow him to tear through the bottleneck.

The melody gradually ceased.

The last note dissipated into the air.

Taylor didn't speak; she just held the guitar and watched him quietly, waiting for his reaction.

Lin Feng put down the empty wine glass and stood up.

He walked over step by step until he was behind Taylor.

He didn't speak.

He simply reached out his arms and from behind, gently yet firmly, embraced her.

His chest pressed tightly against her thin, soft back.

He could feel her body tremble slightly at that moment.

The guitar made a faint muffled sound.

Taylor stopped playing.

She didn't look back, nor did she struggle.

The next second, all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away as her soft body leaned back, nestling completely into Lin Feng's arms.

Her head rested on his shoulder.

Her golden hair brushed against his cheek, carrying a captivating fragrance.

"This song is still missing an ending."

Her voice was as light as a feather, brushing against Lin Feng's ear.

Lin Feng lowered his head, his lips close to her ear.

"Now, has the inspiration arrived?"

His voice was deep and magnetic.

Taylor's body trembled again.

She slowly turned around in Lin Feng's arms to face him.

The distance between them was so close that their breaths intertwined.

In her blue eyes, the light shimmered like a blurry mist.

"It's here."

She breathed out the word.

Then, she proactively stood on her tiptoes and kissed Lin Feng's lips.

It was soft and warm, with the mellow taste of red wine and her unique fragrance.

This kiss ignited all the ambiguous emotions that had already accumulated to their peak in the room.

Lin Feng no longer suppressed himself.

He took the initiative, responding to the kiss forcefully.

From testing, to entangling, to almost plundering.

He picked Taylor up in his arms.

Taylor let out a startled cry, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

The black silk robe traced a breathtaking arc in the air.

Lin Feng carried her, striding toward the depths of the room.

The jazz music was still flowing softly.

The guitar, left behind on the floor, lay quietly on the soft carpet.

Outside the window, the lights of Hollywood Hills formed a brilliant galaxy.

This was a deep exchange of soul and flesh.

It was an ultimate collision between two top artists seeking inspiration and a breakthrough.

In the most intense release of emotion, at the moment when both soul and body seemed to burn to their highest point.

In Lin Feng's mind, that cold, mechanical system notification sounded without warning, yet as expected.

【Ding! Detected that the host has completed a deep intimate link with the ss-rank charm target 'Taylor Swift'!】

Immediately after, an even more brilliant blue stream of light exploded within the depths of his consciousness!

【Congratulations to the host for completing the second 'First Night Achievement'! Awarded SSS-rank skill pack — Aomine Daikis Formless Shot!】