Extreme Pampering
Chapter 113 No self-control.

Chapter 113: Chapter 113 No self-control.

The film set was still busy with shooting, the only sound being the dialogue of the actors, with the resting room not far away. Pei Yu had been there before and could find the place without being guided.

Pushing open the door of the resting room, the first thing that caught his eye was a thin cardigan that had slid off the back of a chair. Pei Yu picked up the garment and saw Shen Zhiyi asleep on the small bed.

The room was slightly warm; she hadn’t covered herself with a blanket. She was wearing a lotus-pink ancient costume, lying carefully on her side to avoid messing up her hairstyle. Her sleeping face was peaceful, yet even in sleep, one could discern a trace of fatigue on her face. Her brows were lightly furrowed, for some reason not looking happy even in slumber.

Crouching by the bed, Pei Yu reached out and smoothed her furrowed brows, lingering as if longing to touch her lowered eyelashes. He hardly exerted any force, careful not to disturb her.

"So tired," he whispered softly, his impression of Director Meng worsened. The man not only had a "good son" but also lacked any empathy for actors, torturing them until they became thin.

Rest time was less than an hour, and Shen Zhiyi had those scenes that needed to be reshoot on her mind. She didn’t sleep soundly, and before the alarm went off, she woke up startled. With a headache from not sleeping well, she forced her eyes open against fatigue. Close at hand was Pei Yu’s face, slightly bowed. The resting room’s lights weren’t on, his features obscured in the dim light like a faded ink painting, seemingly unreal.

It took Shen Zhiyi a moment to realize that this wasn’t a dream. Pei Yu was indeed lying next to her on the bed in the resting room.

When had he arrived? She hadn’t heard a sound.

The bed in the resting room was small, fine for one person but quite a squeeze for two. As a result, she lay very close to Pei Yu, even using his arm as a pillow, while his other hand was across her waist. Through the clothing, she could feel his warmth.

It was too close, not only was it not cold, Shen Zhiyi even felt a bit too warm. She tentatively tried to sit up, but as soon as she moved, she saw Pei Yu look like he was about to open his eyes.

She didn’t know why she panicked, but instinctively, she closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep.

Pei Yu was indeed awake, the arm she was using as a pillow lifted slightly, probably numb from being pressed.

Her costume, with its multiple layers, was draped over Pei Yu’s legs. Though he was clearly awake, the hand he had around her waist didn’t loosen. With eyes closed, Shen Zhiyi couldn’t guess what he intended to do, just hoping he’d leave soon so she wouldn’t have to face the awkwardness of sharing the bed again.

Pei Yu actually had been intending to leave. He had found time to come see her; he had things to do later that night and couldn’t stay long. He also didn’t want to disturb her, wanting to allow her more time to rest.

But as he tried to move his numb arm, he suddenly noticed the person who should have been asleep flutter her eyelashes lightly. Thinking he had seen wrong, he didn’t pay it much mind. However, her brows moved slightly, her lips unnaturally pursed.

He realized then, she was awake, but pretending to be asleep.

Clearly an actress, yet her ability to feign sleep was quite poor.

He silently curled his lips, intending to move his hand away only to wrap it back around her waist. His tone deliberately softened, as if not to disturb the one who was "deeply asleep."

"How come she hasn’t woken up yet? I should leave..."

Shen Zhiyi had never pretended to be asleep before and didn’t know she was full of tells. Hearing Pei Yu say he was leaving, she internally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the arm she was resting on moving, Pei Yu must have been intending to get up. She cooperated by lifting her head slightly, completely unprepared when suddenly her lips were met with softness, kissed gently by someone.

Taken by surprise, Shen Zhiyi’s eyes flew open, her whole body tensing as she locked eyes with Pei Yu, who had a lazy smile, "Pei Yu!"

"Hmm."

His voice lazy, Pei Yu lifted his hand to brush aside the tassel hanging from her hair, "Awake?"

Glaring at him irritably, Shen Zhiyi watched as he acted as if nothing had happened, feeling both angry and embarrassed, "Get off!"

He definitely could tell she was pretending to be asleep.

Even though he had seen through her act, he still deliberately played along.

Fully aware of the principle of stopping while ahead, Pei Yu obediently sat up, not forgetting to lend a hand to help her. As she sat up, the ornaments in her hair jingled melodically, complementing her blushing, shy face, and even the gaze that fell upon her seemed to ripple with moisture.

Knowing she was still angry, he couldn’t help but lean in closer, his Adam’s apple bobbing, his gaze profoundly peering into the depths of her eyes. He raised his hand to brush aside a stray lock of hair from her forehead, then lowered his head.

Guessing what he was about to do, just a second before he could close the distance, Shen Zhiyi timely extended her hand to block him, her palm against his soft lips, even more upset, "Is this really why you came to see me?"

Had he not listened to a word she said, just thinking about these messy thoughts?

"No," Pei Yu protested with a hoarse voice, wrongly accused. He pulled back slightly, saying helplessly, "But I have very little self-control around you, Zhizhi."

Towards her, his desires and emotions were no less than anyone else’s. If it weren’t for the fear of her anger, he wouldn’t have waited until now just for a kiss.

His eyes were a deep black, and the low murmur of his voice was enough to cause faces to flush with heat. Shen Zhiyi, under his gaze, felt her anger fade away and had no choice but to turn her head away, refusing to look at him. Though not angry anymore, she was still somewhat annoyed with him, "That’s your problem."

She hadn’t done anything to him.

"Yeah, my fault," Pei Yu admitted frankly, without shame, "I struggle to hold back."

The more she heard those words, the stranger they sounded. Shen Zhiyi didn’t want to deal with him anymore and sat down at the vanity to tidy her hair. It was almost time to film her scenes, and she couldn’t delay.

She had slept for less than an hour, very carefully at that, not even changing her position, so her hair and clothes weren’t disheveled—a quick fix was all that was needed.

Pei Yu stood behind her, helping her properly secure a hairpin, "I’m leaving now, there’s a banquet tonight."

"Don’t tire yourself out," he made no further moves, "and don’t be mad at me."

He feared her anger, yet still he managed to provoke her.

Shen Zhiyi’s eyes drifted upwards. She felt she had the right to be angry. If it were someone else, she didn’t know how irritated she would be. But seeing Pei Yu’s gaze, she found it impossible to stay mad, instead feeling a bit mad at herself, pursing her lips and remaining silent.

It was time to leave. Seeing her quiet and speechless, Pei Yu couldn’t bring himself to step away. Sighing softly, he took her wrist, unable to think of any way to pacify her, "Want to hit me to blow off some steam?"

As he guided her hand upward, about to touch his face, the hand he was leading suddenly exerted a force contrary to his. Thus, when her hand fell upon his face, it made no sound, gentle as if caressing.

Pei Yu was slightly startled, surprised as he lowered his gaze, "Zhizhi—"

Shen Zhiyi withdrew her hand, curling her fingertips tightly into her palm, head lowered and not looking at him, urging, "Aren’t you leaving yet?"

"I’m going right now."

Being sent away by her didn’t bother Pei Yu at all; his eyes were filled with amusement.

He knew, he could see her soft spot, her... indulgence.

He just hoped he wasn’t misunderstanding her intentions.