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In the bathroom, Sheng Chun was practically dragged in by Pei Yan.
She was quite speechless, “I’ve already showered—”
Before she could finish, the man turned on the showerhead, and water of a comfortable temperature rained down on both of them.
Sheng Chun was pulled into his arms and kissed deeply.
The bathroom was full of steam.
She could feel Pei Yan’s fingertips against her waist, his soft lips, and his teeth touching the bow on her slip dress.
With a gentle pull.
The dress fell to the floor.
Sheng Chun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, finding it hard to stand in that position.
“Pei Yan...” she whispered close to his ear, “I’m tired.”
Pei Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He scooped her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He sucked on her earlobe, his breathing heavy, and uttered two words: “Delicate.”
“...”
Sheng Chun uncharacteristically didn’t refute him.
She was delicate.
She wanted to be pampered.
In the bathroom, Sheng Chun was thoroughly tormented by him.
Her voice was intermittent, shattered by his thrusts, a single sentence taking a long time to utter.
They hadn’t seen each other for a while, plus the matter of her eating crayfish at home, she deeply suspected Pei Yan was settling scores with her.
His energy seemed exceptionally abundant; after two rounds, he didn’t seem tired at all.
“No...” Sheng Chun lay on the bed, trying to stop him, “I’m so tired.”
Her voice was hoarse.
Pei Yan looked at her exposed butterfly back and said in a deep voice, “Last time.”
...
As it turned out, a man’s words in bed were completely unreliable.
He said it would be the last time, but later, Sheng Chun was coaxed by him and turned over to serve him once more.
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Afterward, Sheng Chun lay on her side, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, her ears flushed and her eyes red.
Pei Yan came out of the bathroom and saw this scene.
She had changed into another nightgown, this time a pure white one, also a slip dress. It was simpler than the previous one, but the exposed shoulder blades and collarbones, as well as the fair long legs that came into his view, did not make it seem simple at all.
Pei Yan paused slightly, his eyes deeply fixed on her for a moment, then he walked towards her.
“Do you want water?”
Sheng Chun glanced at him.
Pei Yan, knowing he was in the wrong, raised a hand to brush her hair aside, and asked softly, “Who was it that ate crayfish at home first?”
Mentioning that, Sheng Chun felt hungry again.
Her eyes lit up as she looked at Pei Yan, “I don’t want water, I just want to eat my crayfish.”
Pei Yan refused without thinking.
He would absolutely not allow Sheng Chun to eat crayfish and then go back to bed.
Sheng Chun scoffed coldly, struggled to get up from the bed, and looked at Pei Yan provocatively, “I’m eating tonight.”
She poked Pei Yan’s shoulder, “What, are you going to kick me out of the house?”
Pei Yan lowered his gaze, holding her stare.
“Mr. Pei.”
Sheng Chun knelt on the bed, in a seductive posture. She knew that with Pei Yan, being tough wouldn’t work; she had to be a little softer. She raised her hand, playing with his pajama button, looking at him eagerly, “I really want to eat it. I used up so much energy just now, I’m hungry.”
Pei Yan said nothing.
He stared at her slender, fair fingers, and suddenly noticed that Sheng Chun didn’t often wear nail polish. Her nails were always neatly trimmed, and unless an event required it, her nails were usually a natural, pale pink color that looked especially pleasing.
“Pei Yan.”
Sheng Chun pleaded with him for a long time, but he remained silent. She pulled hard, yanking his clothes, and declared fiercely, “I want to eat crayfish, did you hear me?”
Pei Yan was almost choked by her.
He pushed Sheng Chun’s hand away and coughed, “If I don’t agree tonight, will I have to run away from home?”
“No running away from home.”
Sheng Chun snorted lightly, “How about I kill you and then die with you?”
Pei Yan: “...That’s not good.”
He looked at her, “You really have to eat it?”
“Definitely.”
Pei Yan had no choice, “Come here.”
“What for?” Sheng Chun remained in her previous position, not moving.
Pei Yan paused, his tone very faint, “Can you still walk?”
“...”
Sheng Chun was speechless. She extended her hand, letting him pick her up and carry her downstairs.
She lay on Pei Yan’s shoulder, feeling the strength in his arms. Every step he took was incredibly steady.
In Pei Yan’s arms, Sheng Chun never worried that he wouldn’t hold her tight enough and drop her. He was different from some of the scrawny male celebrities she had worked with; he exercised, he had abs, he had strength.
After all that commotion, they returned to the living room, and the crayfish was already cold.
Sheng Chun knew Pei Yan’s personality, and she took advantage of his indulgence, “Heat it up for me.”
“Where to heat it?”
“...Microwave,” Sheng Chun choked a bit, “Change the plate for the crayfish.”
Pei Yan gave her a deep look.
Sheng Chun blinked, looking up at him.
She said seriously, but nonsensically, “You know my birthday is coming up, right?”
Pei Yan: “...And?” “This plate of crayfish tonight, this is my birthday present, the birthday present I want most, do you understand?”
Pei Yan didn’t really want to understand.
But he resignedly picked up the strongly-scented crayfish and went into the kitchen, even warming it up and serving it to her.
Sheng Chun’s eyes lit up, exceptionally happy.
“Do you want some?” She invited Pei Yan, “There’s still a lot.”
She didn’t mind if he shared it with her.
Pei Yan, “No.”
He got up, “I’m going to sleep first.”
Sheng Chun pouted, “Oh.”
Seeing Pei Yan go upstairs, Sheng Chun didn’t care.
She raised an eyebrow, focusing on her crayfish and the talent show. The previous episode had played out without her realizing it, and she hadn’t seen the end.
Sheng Chun found the remote and returned to where she had stopped.
She ate and watched, a contrast to the quiet upstairs.
After about ten minutes of eating, Pei Yan suddenly came downstairs.
Seeing him, Sheng Chun didn’t think much of it, “Did you come down for water?”
Pei Yan said nothing, walking straight to the sofa beside her and sitting down.
Sheng Chun looked at him suspiciously, “What are you doing?”
Pei Yan stared at her hand peeling the shrimp for a moment, then simply sat down next to her, pulled over a plate of untouched crayfish from beside her, put on gloves, and began to peel shrimp.
“Hungry?”
Sheng Chun’s lips curved upwards, saying smugly, “I knew no one could refuse—”
Before she could finish, a perfectly peeled, seasoned shrimp was put into her mouth.
“Quiet down.”
Pei Yan, whose temper wasn’t the best, reminded her.
Sheng Chun choked, “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?”
She saw Pei Yan’s posture; he was peeling shrimp for her to eat.
Pei Yan, “You’re too noisy.”
He looked at her, and said faintly, “I want to sleep earlier.”
Sheng Chun was speechless, “Then go to sleep.”
She was surprised, “I remember you closing the bedroom door, the soundproofing is good, isn’t it?”
The soundproofing of this house was excellent as long as the doors and windows were closed. The small amount of noise she made downstairs, he shouldn’t have been able to hear it.
Sheng Chun glanced at him, teasing, “Mr. Pei, could it be that you can’t sleep without me?”
Pei Yan said coolly, “You still have to wash up when you go back, I don’t want to fall asleep and then be woken up again.”
Sheng Chun answered without thinking, “Then I can just sleep in the guest room, right?”
She snatched the peeled shrimp from in front of Pei Yan, “You can go back to sleep peacefully now.”
“...”
Pei Yan ignored her, continuing his shrimp-peeling endeavor.
Sheng Chun looked down, her lips uncontrollably curving upwards. She enjoyed herself happily, urging the person next to her, “You really won’t try some?”
“Mm.”
Pei Yan didn’t have a habit of eating crayfish in the middle of the night.
Sheng Chun said “Oh,” her eyes darting around. Just as she was about to pop a small crayfish into her mouth, she took advantage of Pei Yan’s inattention and directly shoved it into his mouth.
Pei Yan’s eyelid twitched. Sheng Chun was still trying to push it into his mouth.
“What are you doing?”
Sheng Chun was unhappy, “Can’t I even eat one?”
“Or do you prefer other little lovers feeding you, and you won’t eat what I feed you?”
Only then did Pei Yan open his mouth, and with a flick of his tongue, he ate the shrimp she had pushed in.
Just as Sheng Chun was about to pull her hand back, she noticed Pei Yan obscenely licked her fingertip.
Her face instantly flushed crimson.
“You—”
Pei Yan, still unsatisfied, implied meaningfully, “The taste is indeed pretty good.”
“Eat it or don’t eat it.”
Sheng Chun, flustered and annoyed, blurted out, “Are you a pervert?”
Pei Yan raised an eye, “I want more.”
“Don’t you have hands?” Sheng Chun glared at him irritably, “I didn’t tie your hands.”
Hearing that, Pei Yan pretended to ponder for a moment, “If you want to try, it’s not impossible.”
Sheng Chun: “...”
Alright, when it came to shamelessness, she couldn’t compare to Pei Yan.
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After finishing the crayfish, the two went to the bathroom to brush their teeth.
Sheng Chun was used to her own scent, but seeing Pei Yan’s furrowed brow, she found it a bit amusing.
When going to sleep, Sheng Chun deliberately leaned against him, “Mr. Pei, hug me.”
Pei Yan: “...”
He resigned himself, sighed, and pulled her into his arms, warning in a deep voice, “Next time, can you please not eat such strongly flavored food at home?”
“Huh?”
Sheng Chun regretfully asked, “If not at home, where do I eat it?”
She blinked at him, “I also want to eat durian at home.”
Pei Yan closed his eyes, endured for a moment, “Go to sleep.”
He shouldn’t have brought up that topic with Sheng Chun.
Sheng Chun suppressed a laugh, “Durian isn’t allowed either?”
She said, “It’s durian season now. I see many people on my WeChat Moments and Weibo showing off their durian unboxings. I really want to try it too.”
Pei Yan was silent for a few seconds and said, “Tell me the day you eat durian.”
Sheng Chun, “Why?”
Pei Yan, “I’ll stay at the company.”
Sheng Chun: “...”
The durian topic ended just like that.
Pei Yan deeply understood Sheng Chun’s tendency to take a mile when given an inch, and firmly refused to respond to her self-talk.
Sheng Chun muttered to herself for a while, then realizing it was pointless, stopped.
But eating durian and river snail noodles at home had already been added to her memo. She decided that one day, if Pei Yan ever wanted to leave her, she would definitely eat these two things at his place before she left, just to annoy him.
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The next day, Sheng Chun slept until noon.
She woke up, had lunch at home, and then had her assistant pick her up to go to the set.
She had an evening scene, but going early to watch other actors film and learn was also good.
Pei Yan, however, had a slight opinion about her going to the set so early.
“Isn’t your scene tonight?”
“Yes,” Sheng Chun looked at him, “I’ll be back very late tonight.”
Remembering what Pei Yan said last night, Sheng Chun said, “You should go to sleep early, I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
Pei Yan stared at her for a moment, not responding.
Sheng Chun didn’t pay attention. After her assistant arrived, she waved to him and left gracefully.
Sitting in the car, Sheng Chun slumped and yawned.
Bored, she tapped open her chat with Zhou Luoling.
Sheng Chun: [Last night.]
Zhou Luoling: [Last night Mr. Pei came back and ate the crayfish-flavored you.]
Sheng Chun: [?? Do you have surveillance installed in Pei Yan’s house?]
Zhou Luoling: [You didn’t even look for me all morning, you must’ve been completely exhausted. Don’t I know you well enough?]
Sheng Chun: [...No, I wasn’t. I just had an evening scene, so I slept in.]
Zhou Luoling: [Oh! So Mr. Pei didn’t try hard enough, tsk.]
Sheng Chun: [He ate crayfish last night.]
Zhou Luoling: [Not crayfish-flavored you?]
Sheng Chun: [...Can’t it be both?]
Zhou Luoling: [Oh! Impressive, little Chun Chun, you can actually make Mr. Pei eat crayfish with you at home. I finally understand what a ‘femme fatale’ is, you know, someone like you.]
Sheng Chun: [I forced him to eat it, he was very reluctant, okay.]
Zhou Luoling: [But only you would dare to force him.]
She changed the subject and asked Sheng Chun, [Don’t you think you’ve become much more uninhibited in front of Mr. Pei lately?]
At this, Sheng Chun tried to recall.
It seemed so?
But honestly, she was always this kind of person; she was someone who would take advantage of being pampered.
No.
“Taking advantage of being pampered” shouldn’t be used for Pei Yan and her.
Pei Yan didn’t... really pamper her. He was aloof; besides being a little passionate in bed, other times it seemed like a great effort for him to say an extra word to her.
However, Sheng Chun admitted that she had been a bit excessive lately, constantly testing Pei Yan’s limits.
Thinking of this, she uncomfortably touched the tip of her nose and repented for three seconds.
She would repent, but she wouldn’t change.
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After chatting idly with Zhou Luoling until she reached the set, Sheng Chun calmed down to read her script and watch other actors perform.
In the afternoon, she napped at her desk for a while.
In the evening, Zhou Luoling, having nothing to do, visited her on set.
“Chun Chun.”
Zhou Luoling was very enthusiastic, “Did you miss me?”
Sheng Chun glanced at her and said very seriously, “No.”
Zhou Luoling glared at her, covering her face and saying, “No, you must say you missed me.”
Sheng Chun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
She slapped Zhou Luoling’s hand away, “What are you doing? Are you a little tyrant?”
“No, I’m a big tyrant.”
Sheng Chun choked.
Zhou Luoling looked at her, “Want to get some late-night food after filming?”
Sheng Chun was speechless, “So you came to find me just to eat late-night food?”
“Yes,” Zhou Luoling answered self-righteously, “Otherwise? Your purpose is just to sit across from me so I can eat better.”
“...”
Hearing that, Sheng Chun felt a tiny bit of doubt.
Did she really look “good with food”?
Was that a derogatory or complimentary term?
But she didn’t refuse Zhou Luoling, “Eating late-night food is fine.” Sheng Chun looked at her, “I also have an evening scene tomorrow, try to get me home before one o’clock?”
Zhou Luoling, “Okay.”
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Filming for the evening scene finished around ten o’clock.
Sheng Chun told Pei Yan and then went out for late-night food with Zhou Luoling.
Zhou Luoling was Sheng Chun’s high school classmate. In college, one studied acting and the other went to a music academy.
After graduation, they both entered the entertainment industry.
Zhou Luoling’s career developed better than Sheng Chun’s. She had a talent for music, was pretty, and had a lovely personality, making her very popular.
Sheng Chun was a bit more unfortunate; her luck wasn’t great, and the resources she often came into contact with were snatched away. After a few years, she only managed to become a second or third-tier artist. Whenever she gained popularity, it was always because of her beauty.
In Zhou Luoling’s words, she thought Sheng Chun’s acting skills were better than many first-tier actors.
She was professionally trained and could portray any role convincingly.
Although she mainly played supporting roles, she could truly embody a pure young girl, a wicked woman, or effortlessly be sexy.
Lost in thought, Zhou Luoling nudged Sheng Chun’s shoe under the table.
Sheng Chun looked up at her, “What’s wrong?”
Zhou Luoling whispered, curiously asking, “You’ve been with Mr. Pei for so long, has he not given you any resources?”
“...”
Sheng Chun chuckled, “What? I seduced him back then just because of a bet with Qu Yijia, not really because I was counting on him to promote me.”
Although everyone thought so, Sheng Chun knew it wasn’t true.
Her relationship with Pei Yan was entirely due to a bet with Qu Yijia. She wasn’t thinking clearly at the time and made a bold statement.
Qu Yijia often provoked her. That day, Sheng Chun had a few drinks and encountered Qu Yijia again, who spoke rudely and scoffed at her, saying she only had beauty and nothing else.
Sheng Chun replied that she indeed only had beauty, and men only saw her.
Hearing this, Qu Yijia ridiculed her.
She really thought she was an unparalleled beauty, didn’t she?
Sheng Chun knew that Qu Yijia had been trying to get close to Pei Yan during that period. Sheng Chun had seen Pei Yan from afar before; he was very handsome, and his film and television company was formidable, having produced many excellent scripts and promoted many people.
Qu Yijia liked him very much.
This was what Sheng Chun heard from a friend.
At the time, she arrogantly boasted to Qu Yijia, raising an eyebrow and saying yes, she was an unparalleled beauty, and asked if she believed that she could even win over the Mr. Pei she liked.
Qu Yijia, of course, didn’t believe her.
And she even made a bet with her.
The next day, Sheng Chun started her “accidental” encounters with Pei Yan.
However, her luck was mediocre, and she didn’t manage to run into him even once for half a month. Later, at a red carpet event, they met for the first time.
Sheng Chun thought about the bold statement she had made to Qu Yijia, to win him over in a month. Without thinking twice, she gathered her courage and confidently walked towards Pei Yan.
After that, things naturally fell into place.
She didn’t know if it was her stunning beauty that attracted Pei Yan or something else, but in any case, Pei Yan began an ambiguous relationship with her.
And it had been going on for some time now.
Zhou Luoling glanced at her, “Then Mr. Pei isn’t good either, he doesn’t even promote his girlfriend.”
Sheng Chun was speechless. She took a sip of water and said, “What girlfriend? We’re just male companion and female companion.”
Zhou Luoling smiled meaningfully, saying no more.
Sheng Chun said, “But I have to say something for Pei Yan.”
“Go on.”
“He actually asked me what resources I wanted,” Sheng Chun honestly revealed, “I looked at the scripts he gave me and refused.”
“Why?”
“I didn’t really like any of those roles,” Sheng Chun said, “I just want to play roles I genuinely like.”
Whether it was a supporting role or a leading role, her preference came first.
Sheng Chun wasn’t short on money. Even if she remained a second or third-tier actress, she could accept it. The only regret she felt was that second and third-tier actors couldn’t always choose the scripts they liked.
Sometimes, if you liked something, others might like it too.
Zhou Luoling was speechless.
“Can’t you tell Mr. Pei what roles you like? Let him filter them for you?”
“We’ll see,” Sheng Chun said, “If I come across a role I like, I’ll definitely ask him to help me get an audition opportunity.”
Zhou Luoling raised an eyebrow, “Just an audition opportunity?”
“Yes,” Sheng Chun said seriously, “An opportunity is enough. Whether I can get it, the director still needs to decide based on my performance.”
Zhou Luoling looked at her, “Are you a bit too naive? Most people in this industry get roles based on their connections.”
Sheng Chun chuckled, “I have connections too, Pei Yan introducing me to an audition, doesn’t that prove I have connections?”
Zhou Luoling was momentarily confused by her reasoning, finding it somewhat logical.
“Then why still audition?”
“Well—” Sheng Chun blinked at her, “It’s a bit of a pretentious act.”
Zhou Luoling: “...”
It certainly wasn’t a pretentious act; she just wanted to see the director’s reaction to her performance.
She also wanted to see if she was truly suitable for the role, nothing more.
“Alright then.”
Zhou Luoling said, “But now Qu Yijia is telling her old classmates that you’ve been taken care of, but the person taking care of you isn’t willing to spend money on you, only wants to sleep with you.”
Coincidentally, Sheng Chun and Qu Yijia were not only high school classmates with Zhou Luoling, but also with each other.
Even more unluckily, she and Qu Yijia had been sworn enemies for so many years, not only in the same class in high school but also in university.
Sheng Chun: “Ignore her. Anyway, I slept with the man she wanted to sleep with but couldn’t.”
That alone was enough to annoy Qu Yijia for years.
Zhou Luoling chuckled, “Are you sure Mr. Pei didn’t sleep with you?”
“Well, I slept with him too,” Sheng Chun insisted, “I actually got something out of it too.”
Pei Yan was good in bed, handsome, had a good physique, good manners in bed, and even considered her emotions.
She felt that this transaction was not a loss at all.
Zhou Luoling smiled, looking at her, “What do you think Mr. Pei’s reaction would be if he knew you initially seduced him just because of a childish bet with Qu Yijia? Would he feel very frustrated?”
Sheng Chun: “...He probably wouldn’t be so narcissistic as to think I fell in love with him, right?”
At most, he would think Sheng Chun wanted him to promote her, wanted the resources he could provide, or was attracted to his looks.
Zhou Luoling chuckled, “I’m still looking forward to Mr. Pei’s reaction when he finds out.”
Sheng Chun choked, “Don’t curse me.”
She thought for a moment, “It’s better if he never knows.”
Otherwise, she felt she would be in a lot of trouble.
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After having supper with Zhou Luoling, Sheng Chun arrived home close to one o’clock.
The house was pitch black.
Sheng Chun tiptoed around on the first floor. After drinking a glass of water in the kitchen, Sheng Chun went into the guest room.
Pei Yan’s guest room was on the first floor, and there was only one.
After entering the bathroom, Sheng Chun found that there was no makeup remover downstairs.
Speechless, she tiptoed upstairs.
Standing at the master bedroom door, Sheng Chun tried to remember if Pei Yan had a habit of locking the door when he slept. She gently touched the doorknob, twisted it, and the door opened.
Sheng Chun raised her eyebrows, took a light breath, and pushed the door open.
The room was also pitch black, cool and comfortable.
Sheng Chun glanced at the bed. Hmm, Pei Yan was asleep.
She pouted and stealthily walked towards the bathroom.
She would just get the makeup remover, absolutely without making a sound.
Just as Sheng Chun was about to enter the bathroom, there was a soft click, and the room light turned on.
The bright, dazzling light made Sheng Chun instinctively close her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again and looked towards the bed, Pei Yan was already awake, his gaze deep as he stared at her.
Sheng Chun felt slightly embarrassed, “Did I wake you?”
Pei Yan didn’t respond.
Sheng Chun pointed, “I’m just getting a bottle of makeup remover. You can go back to sleep, I’ll shower downstairs.”
Pei Yan, “I’m already awake.”
Sheng Chun, “Huh?”
She was speechless, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
Pei Yan lifted his chin slightly and said faintly, “Shower upstairs.”
Sheng Chun blinked, suspiciously asking, “You’re not sleeping?”
Pei Yan, “Sleeping.”
Sheng Chun: “???”
Though filled with questions, since Pei Yan said so, Sheng Chun didn’t bother to run downstairs. She was a bit tired after all the commotion of the day.
She yawned and took her nightgown into the bathroom.
In the middle of summer, Sheng Chun had to wash her hair every day.
She took a very, very long time to shower.
It usually took her over an hour to finish.
Sheng Chun knew Pei Yan’s sleep quality was generally poor and tried very hard to be quiet, but it was no use. When she finished tidying up and came out of the bathroom, Pei Yan was still not asleep.
He was reading.
Sheng Chun thought for a moment, then proactively moved closer to him.
“Mr. Pei, just say the word.”
Pei Yan looked at her, “Should I sleep here or downstairs?”
Pei Yan didn’t make a sound, he just pulled her down.
Sheng Chun stumbled, falling into his arms, her nose hitting his chest.
“Ouch!” Sheng Chun wailed.
Pei Yan glanced down, raised a hand to rub her nose, “Sleep.”
Sheng Chun looked at his calm profile and whispered, “Are you in a bad mood?”
Pei Yan didn’t respond.
But his mood was indeed just average.
Sheng Chun raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Oh, who made our Mr. Pei angry? Tell me, I’ll go fix it for you.”
“You.”
“Huh?” Sheng Chun blinked.
Pei Yan looked at her, asking unhurriedly, “Go on, how do you want to fix yourself?”
“...”
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