Donghua Hotel was a property of the Pei family. The hotel manager knew Pei Yan, and as soon as Pei Yan sent him a message, he immediately arranged two presidential suites for Pei Yan.
Pei Yan planned to first send Su Zhiyi to one of the rooms and then rest in the other. He had seen Su Zhiyi's script; her scenes for the next day were all in the evening, so it wouldn't be too late to take her to the set tomorrow night.
Su Zhiyi's clothes reeked of alcohol, and as a man, he couldn't very well change her clothes or help her wash up. The only thing he could do was lay her on the bed and cover her with the blanket.
"You have my WeChat. If anything comes up, send me a message or call me."
After settling Su Zhiyi in, Pei Yan picked up her phone, unlocked it with her fingerprint, saved his number in her contacts under "Pei Yan," and put the phone back exactly where it was.
"Mm..." Su Zhiyi's lower face was buried in the blanket, her upper face red as if she had a fever. She let out a muffled sound, not sure if she understood.
After more than ten seconds, Pei Yan turned to leave. He had just taken a step when a hand reached out from under the blanket and grabbed his wrist tightly.
"Don't go."
Pei Yan paused. "...?"
"Is there something else?"
"I don't know..."
"If there's nothing, I'll leave."
"Can't I just find you even if there's nothing? You're so cold and heartless. I don't like you anymore..."
Su Zhiyi's voice was sticky with drunkenness, every word like a feather tickling Pei Yan's heart. It unsettled him. The two glasses of wine he had drunk at the restaurant fermented in his stomach, and the drunkenness surged, his thoughts blurring into a tangled mess.
Damn it. He shouldn't have had those two glasses.
The Pei family had strict rules. Since childhood, his father had strictly disciplined him, and he had never done anything improper, including drinking, smoking, or other bad habits. Before today, he had never touched a drop of alcohol. To relieve Su Zhiyi, he had drunk the first glass of his life. Offering them a toast was already giving them face; even if he didn't drink, no one would dare do anything to him.
Now... it seemed he was a bit drunk too.
Pei Yan's hand, still grasped by Su Zhiyi, stiffened, unwilling to make the next move.
Su Zhiyi tried to pull the hand she was holding, but found it immovable, as if its owner were an unshakable mountain. She tugged several times, but the mountain didn't budge.
Not moving, huh?
Her competitive spirit ignited. She stuck her other hand out from under the blanket and grabbed Pei Yan's hand as well, then extended her leg out from under the blanket and hooked it around Pei Yan's sturdy thigh, trying to pull him onto the bed.
If Pei Yan wanted to resist, Su Zhiyi couldn't move him with both hands. But what if she hooked her leg around him?
Pei Yan lost his balance and fell onto the bed.
"?!"
"What are you doing!"
His eyes widened in shock. This was the most exaggerated expression Pei Yan had ever made outside of acting—quite spectacular.
Su Zhiyi swiftly rolled over and straddled him, her slender legs rubbing against his through the fabric, making him too scared to move, afraid that any motion might touch something inappropriate.
The girl's cheeks still faintly flushed, her eyes like a wine pot filled with clear, sparkling liquid, innocent yet seductive.
"Guess what I'm going to do?"
While Pei Yan stared at her, dazed, his clothes were lifted.
Her boneless hand spread open and covered his hard abdominal muscles. The coolness of her fingertips shot straight to his head, stimulating him and making him drunk again.
"Why is your body so good?"
Su Zhiyi's hand roamed over Pei Yan's body. Her hand was very soft, rubbing his abdominal muscles red, like a branding iron burning her palm. She was drunk and couldn't hold back her words.
"So hot... Why is it so hot?"
Her fingertips poked his hard chest muscles, causing Pei Yan to let out a muffled groan.
"Hard, is there a stone inside? Did you eat a stone? Let me count... eight stones... Why are the two on top so big, and a little soft..."
Pei Yan finally couldn't hold back.
The string of reason that had been taut in his mind finally snapped, leaving not even a trace. The alcohol from those two glasses now took effect. His eyes turned bloodshot, dark as if they could drip blood, his breathing rapid like a beast's. He grabbed Su Zhiyi's wandering hand with his burning large hand.
"Don't move."
His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, thick with lust and restraint.
He was very close to Su Zhiyi, his hot breath spraying onto her fair collarbone, exposed as her collar slipped from her restless shifting.
Su Zhiyi couldn't help but tremble, her whole body softening like water.
But she was soft in body, hard in will.
Don't move? Who was this person to order her around?
"Why shouldn't I move? I'll move if I want to."
Her other hand, the one not caught, grabbed Pei Yan's waistband, quickly unbuckled his belt, and then...
Then, in the dim light, Su Zhiyi saw clearly. Her beautiful eyes widened in shock, confusion spreading in her gaze.
She murmured, "You look so good, so why..."
Pei Yan was shocked.
Pei Yan couldn't bear it anymore.