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The room was brightly lit, and Sheng Chun sat on Pei Yan’s lap, meeting his gaze.
The man’s expression was composed; he didn’t feel he had said anything inappropriate.
He was so open, as if Sheng Chun was the only one being sneaky.
The two looked at each other for a while. Sheng Chun pursed her lips and looked at him, “When did you see me?”
Pei Yan glanced at her, not responding.
Sheng Chun chuckled, poked his shoulder, and jokingly asked, “No way, Mr. Pei, are you jealous?”
She raised an eyebrow, her face full of disbelief, “That shouldn’t be the case. The Mr. Pei I know isn’t so petty.”
She actively leaned closer, moving from his chin upwards, kissing him as she said, “Mr. Pei, say something.”
Pei Yan still said nothing. He tightened his grip slightly, and Sheng Chun, not paying attention, bumped her forehead against his.
She winced in pain and was about to pull back, but Pei Yan held her waist and found her lips, kissing her deeply.
He went straight in, showing no mercy at all.
Her tongue went numb from his sucking.
Sheng Chun closed her eyes, thinking to herself as he carried her into the bathroom, This counts as jealousy, right?
It should be.
The hotel’s soundproofing seemed pretty good, and then again, not so good.
Fortunately, the sound of water in the bathroom provided cover, so Sheng Chun didn’t restrain herself too much, and Pei Yan was even more excessive. He deliberately rubbed against her, wanting to hear the soft moans she made because of his actions.
Hearing her make such sounds, he would feel an even greater urge, a thought that dying in her arms would be worth it.
Seeing her lost in passion, Pei Yan’s eyes deepened, and he uncontrollably kissed her again.
When Sheng Chun inadvertently opened her eyes, she saw the surging lust in his eyes.
...
When it was over, Sheng Chun lay in bed, thinking.
If she broke up with Pei Yan, she felt she would never find someone whose body was so perfectly compatible with hers again. Pei Yan in bed was both gentle and rough.
But precisely, he controlled that rough intensity so well that not only did it not make her uncomfortable, but it stimulated her to want to be with him even more.
To make love wildly.
This man was too good in bed.
Before his own enjoyment, he would always consider Sheng Chun’s feelings first. Even when he was angry tonight, he didn’t rush in wildly; instead, he would only begin once she was pleasured.
The bathroom door opened.
Sheng Chun instinctively glanced over. Pei Yan wasn’t wearing clothes, only a towel around his waist, revealing his upper body. He exercised regularly; his muscles were smooth and his abs clearly defined.
He walked closer, looking down at Sheng Chun.
Sheng Chun couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him.
Pei Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He squinted at her, “Don’t want to sleep anymore?”
“...”
Sheng Chun chuckled awkwardly, muttering softly, “You trained your body so well, wasn’t it just for me to touch and look at?”
How could she, having slept with him for so long, not know how seductive he was?
Pei Yan was choked by her words.
Helplessly, he gave her a sidelong glance, then lifted the covers and got into bed.
Sheng Chun instinctively made room for him.
The man’s scent drew near, and she felt much more comfortable.
Pei Yan held her in his arms, sniffing the scent of her hair, and said nothing.
The room was unusually quiet, peaceful and warm.
After a long while, Sheng Chun spoke, “That person you saw tonight is an actor I’m working with.”
She continued, “A few of us had dinner together tonight, and when we came back, the others were going to sing karaoke, so the two of us came back first.”
Pei Yan hummed in response, not really giving the other person much thought.
Hearing his indifferent tone, Sheng Chun quickly added, “It’s nothing, he just hitched a ride.”
After saying that, she poked Pei Yan’s shoulder, “I’m done talking. Now, can you tell me about the perfume scent on you?”
“...”
Pei Yan paused, stared at her for a moment, then suddenly got up.
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Don’t want to answer my question?”
Pei Yan ignored her, got up, and walked out of the room.
The room Sheng Chun stayed in was not bad; it was a standard suite.
It had a kitchen, bedroom, living room, and bathroom, and the area was quite large.
Pei Yan left for a while, and when he returned, he was carrying a bag.
Sheng Chun froze, instinctively taking it.
“This is—”
She remembered Pei Yan pushing a suitcase when he came up with her, but she didn’t think there would be a gift for her inside.
“What is it?”
Pei Yan raised his eyes, “Open it and see.”
Sheng Chun said “Oh” and opened the large paper bag, finding a small, very cute bag she had seen a few days ago.
The bag wasn’t expensive, only a few tens of thousands.
She hadn’t had time to go shopping and wasn’t sure if the brand stores here had it in stock, so she had asked Xiao Rui to run an errand for her when she had time.
But she didn’t expect Xiao Rui to tell Pei Yan.
Holding the small bag, Sheng Chun’s eyes were filled with delight. She looked up at Pei Yan, who was half-lying down, and curved her lips: “Did Xiao Rui tell you?”
“And the assistant.”
Sheng Chun nodded, “Thank you.”
Pei Yan didn’t respond.
Sheng Chun placed the bag to one side and found her favorite lipstick inside.
Sheng Chun had a beloved lipstick that she would repurchase once it ran out. As an artist, she wasn’t short on such items, but she particularly loved that brand and that specific shade, which unfortunately was often out of stock. Every time Sheng Chun bought it, she would buy quite a few.
The brand had actually sent her some, but she was too embarrassed to ask them to send her more in that specific shade.
A few days ago, that lipstick fell from the table in the filming makeup room and broke. Sheng Chun didn’t have a spare and posted a lament on her WeChat Moments.
She turned, her eyes sparkling, and looked at Pei Yan.
“Mr. Pei.”
Sheng Chun’s tone suddenly softened.
Pei Yan paused slightly, looking down at her, “Speak properly.”
Sheng Chun choked, then nestled into his arms and said, “Thank you, Mr. Pei.”
She smiled playfully, “Is there anything Mr. Pei needs me to do? I’ll be your ox or horse, whatever you wish.”
Pei Yan was speechless. He patted her head and said, word by word, “Now, move your things aside.”
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow.
Pei Yan pulled the blanket up, “Sleep.”
“...”
Sheng Chun retracted what she just said; this man had no romance at all.
She said “Oh,” and reluctantly agreed, “Fine.”
While lying in Pei Yan’s arms, about to sleep, she suddenly remembered to ask, “You still haven’t said, where did the perfume come from?”
Sometimes, Pei Yan felt that Sheng Chun’s brain was sometimes useful, and sometimes not.
He explained helplessly, “When I was buying the lipstick, someone next to me was testing perfume and accidentally sprayed it on me.”
Sheng Chun froze, surprised, “You personally went to pick out the lipstick?”
The two looked at each other.
Pei Yan’s expression was calm, his eyes deep, as if asking—Otherwise?
Sheng Chun was surprised.
To be honest, she was very happy to receive the gift, but her gifts were usually bought by Pei Yan’s assistant as arranged by him, and then he would give them to her.
It was very rare for him to personally pick them out.
Just now, when she received it, she hadn’t thought that Pei Yan himself went to the store to buy it, instinctively assuming he had instructed his assistant to buy it for her.
So hearing this now, she was full of surprise.
For some reason, Sheng Chun imagined Pei Yan standing in a bustling duty-free shop, even getting sprayed with perfume, and found it a bit amusing.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Laughing at Mr. Pei,” Sheng Chun’s lips curved upwards, “Mr. Pei actually had a day where he was sprayed with perfume.”
She was curious, “Do you think that person did it on purpose, trying to get your attention? Was it a beautiful woman?”
Pei Yan: “Didn’t notice.”
Sheng Chun: “???”
Pei Yan glanced at her, “Are you sleeping or not?” His meaning was clear: if not, they would do it again.
He had been somewhat unsatisfied just now, but considering Sheng Chun had a scene to film at 8 o’clock, Pei Yan had restrained himself a little.
Sheng Chun was slightly embarrassed and said timidly, “Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping.”
She pulled the blanket around herself, mumbling indistinctly, “Good night.”
“...Good night.”
Pei Yan pinched her face and fell asleep with her.
________________________________________
The next morning, Sheng Chun was still asleep when her phone on the bedside table started ringing frantically.
She frowned, just about to reach for her phone, when she heard Pei Yan’s voice beside her.
Instantly, Sheng Chun felt at ease and fell back asleep.
Pei Yan glanced at the incoming call; it was her assistant.
“What is it?”
Hearing Pei Yan’s voice, Xiao Rui shivered and stammered, “Mr. Pei... my sister was photographed.”
Pei Yan frowned, looked at the person curled up in the blanket, then got out of bed and went to the living room, asking, “With whom?”
Xiao Rui: “Just the actor we had dinner with last night.”
Pei Yan raised an eyebrow, “The one who hitched a ride with you?”
Xiao Rui: “Yes.”
Pei Yan hummed, saying faintly, “It’s nothing major.”
He said in a quiet voice, “Were there photos of them having dinner last night?”
“Yes.”
Pei Yan: “Have the manager send out the photos and tell netizens it was a crew dinner.”
Xiao Rui: “...Okay.”
Pei Yan looked at the time, “You don’t need to come later, I’ll take her to the set.”
Xiao Rui was surprised and quickly agreed, “Okay.”
...
Back in bed.
Sheng Chun mumbled, asking, “What was it?”
“It’s nothing big,” Pei Yan said, “It’s a little past six, you can still sleep for an hour.”
Sheng Chun responded, her eyelids heavy, and she sank back into a deep sleep.
________________________________________
The trending topic was responded to promptly. By the time Sheng Chun woke up, everything was pretty much settled.
Riding in Pei Yan’s car to the set, she logged onto Weibo and saw that some people were still saying she wanted to create a couple-like buzz with Xu Ze.
Sheng Chun was about to retort when her fans began to list and compare her works and the other party’s works.
They even analyzed their looks and figures.
It was essentially saying, “Open your dog eyes and see who’s trying to make a couple out of whom. Sheng Chun, in terms of both career achievements and looks, completely outperforms your idol, okay?!”
Moreover, few people in the industry could truly compare to Sheng Chun’s looks and figure.
She might not be the most unique, but she was genuinely much better than Xu Ze.
Sheng Chun watched, unable to help but laugh.
Her fans were really supportive.
She mumbled softly, “Exactly.”
Her taste was so good, she only had eyes for Pei Yan, no one else would do.
And comparing Xu Ze, that scrawny guy, to Pei Yan, even a fool would choose Pei Yan.
“What are you saying?”
Pei Yan heard her constantly muttering.
Sheng Chun glanced at him, “Nothing, I just think Xu Ze has a problem with his brain.”
Pei Yan was speechless.
He looked down at her, “Are you filming with him today?”
Sheng Chun nodded.
Pei Yan paused, then thought for a moment and said, “Do you mind if someone visits the set?”
Sheng Chun was bewildered, momentarily unable to react.
She turned to look at Pei Yan, blinking as she asked, “What do you mean?”
Pei Yan’s hand rested on the steering wheel, and he said faintly, “If I’m not mistaken, my company is an investor.”
“...”
Pei Yan looked down, “It should be appropriate for me to visit the set this morning, right?”
Sheng Chun blinked, realizing, “You want to visit me on set?”
Pei Yan: “Unwilling?”
“No.”
Sheng Chun was a little confused; had their relationship reached the point where he could openly visit her on set?
Sheng Chun’s mouth was always faster than her brain. She blurted out, “Given our relationship, why would you visit me on set?”
As soon as these words came out, Pei Yan’s expression darkened.
For some reason, the atmosphere in the car became strange.
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