Meanwhile, everyone in the audience was captivated and drawn to Wen Yuhan's appearance. Some even secretly adjusted their posture to avoid being noticed for subtle changes in their bodies.
“Hey, the lines…” Wen Yuhan whispered a reminder.
Pei Shaocheng's eyes flickered for a moment, and when he spoke, a deep, magnetic voice rang out.
Wen Yuhan narrowed his eyes slightly; he really was the perfect male lead for his drama.
"Who are you?" Pei Shaocheng said his line.
"The master of this swamp."
Wen Yuhan moved closer to Pei Shaocheng again, took his hand, and put it around her waist.
He felt that the hand was somewhat stiff, as if it hesitated for a moment before gradually tightening its grip.
"I remember I was taking a nap just now..."
Yes, you kissed me.
The hand on his waist felt hot through the thin fabric of his shirt. Looking into Pei Shaocheng's increasingly deep and dark eyes, Wen Yuhan knew that he was gradually getting into character.
Wen Yuhan placed her hand on Pei Shaocheng's chest, her gaze shifting to his lips, drawing ever closer...
Just when everyone thought they were about to kiss, Wen Yuhan closed his eyes and smiled faintly:
That's enough for now.
After he finished speaking, he turned around, grabbed Pei Shaocheng, and walked towards the side of the stage with their backs to the stage.
Pei Shaocheng frowned and asked coldly and defensively, "What are you doing?"
Without turning his head, Wen Yuhan lowered his voice and said, "If you don't want to feel awkward, come with me."
Upon realizing the change in himself, Pei Shaocheng's face flushed red.
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Chapter 9
There were many prop boxes backstage, and dust swirled in the dim light.
The small theater was already hot and stuffy because the air conditioning was broken, and the two of them were sweating profusely under the spotlight on stage.
Pei Shaocheng, in particular, had his upper body covered in paint that was soaked with sweat, dripping down and leaving marks mixed with paint on his chest.
The two walked to a row of steel frames. Wen Yuhan casually unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, picked one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.
Throughout this time, Pei Shaocheng silently watched his every move with his deep, dark eyes.
The hand that had just been held was now hanging at his side; he squeezed it briefly, then slipped it into his trouser pocket.
Wen Yuhan leaned against the steel frame, and a ray of light fell precisely onto his face from the skylight hanging above the wall.
He tilted his head back and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke before turning his gaze back to Pei Shaocheng.
From top to bottom, it finally stopped in the middle of the trousers.
Pei Shaocheng remained expressionless, but his hands, hidden in his pockets, clenched involuntarily.
He silently shifted his body to the side to avoid Wen Yuhan's undisguised gaze.
Wen Yuhan was amused by his nervous and awkward little actions. She bit her cigarette holder and curled her lips into a smile. Then, using the steel frame as leverage, she stood up, moved closer to Pei Shaocheng, and blew smoke into his face.
"Aren't you sure you want to deal with this first, Pan?" He still addressed Pei Shaocheng by his character's name from the drama.
Pei Shaocheng frowned slightly from the smoke, and his gaze darkened when he heard Wen Yuhan call him "Pan" in a flippant tone.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a low voice, "This is backstage."
Wen Yuhan tilted her head and burst out laughing when she saw Pei Shaocheng's handsome face finally turn bright red.
"Hahaha..." He pointed to a small door hidden in the shadows with the hand holding the cigarette, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face, "Ahem, over there, over there, there's a toilet..."
Pei Shaocheng then realized he had misunderstood, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his face.
He lowered his eyebrows and said in a low voice, "Thanks."
Wen Yuhan waved the cigarette from her hand, put it back in her mouth, and blinked at Pei Shaocheng, who was standing stiffly. "Go on... do you want me to put out the fire for you?"
Pei Shaocheng's back muscles tensed, and he silently walked quickly toward the restroom, his lips pressed tightly together.
Hey, Pan!
Wen Yuhan called out to the person behind him again: "Would you like to be the male lead in my play?"
...
The bottle tipped over, and only a thin layer of liquid remained, not even managing to spill properly from the bottle opening.
Wen Yuhan lay slumped on the table, her eyes unfocused, her face flushed from the smell of alcohol.
“Pan…”
He closed his eyes and chuckled softly, then casually picked up a fallen paulownia flower from the table and played with it in a drunken manner.
When Xiaoyang pushed the door open and entered the room again, this was the scene she saw.
He slumped his shoulders helplessly, shook his head and sighed, then stepped forward and put Wen Yuhan's arm around his neck, half-carrying and half-embracing him onto the bed.
Then I covered him with a blanket, drew the curtains, and turned off the lamp. Only then did I take the overturned empty wine bottle and glass to the kitchen to wash them, and quietly closed the door behind him.
Thinking that Wen Yuhan would probably have a stomachache again tomorrow after drinking so much, Xiao Yang simply ordered some medicine and also prepared some ingredients for soup to stew for Wen Yuhan.
He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already past ten o'clock at night. So he decided to spend the night on Wen Yuhan's sofa.
Xiao Yang shook the water off his hands and took out his pajamas and toiletries from the closet. He used to stay here when he needed to meet deadlines, so he had prepared this set in advance.
Just as he was about to take a shower while waiting for his medicine and ingredients, Wen Yuhan heard a rustling sound coming from his room. Then the door opened wide, and he staggered out, leaning against the wall as he walked towards the bathroom.
Seeing this, Xiao Yang quickly went to help Wen Yuhan and turned on the bathroom light switch.
Perhaps due to fever from drinking, Wen Yuhan unbuttoned most of her pajamas, and the fabric became wrinkled from tossing and turning.
Xiao Yang glanced to the side and saw Wen Yuhan's exposed chest, which was thin and fair, with a faint pinkish tinge due to the alcohol.
He hurriedly and hastily averted his gaze, feeling a surge of heat rushing through his brain...
Ding-dong—
The doorbell rang.
Xiao Yang snapped out of her daze, quickly helped Wen Yuhan steady herself, and then came out of the bathroom and opened the door.
"Thank you for your hard work, Master..."
Before he could finish his sentence, it caught in his throat. Xiao Yang's pupils constricted as he looked at the face that had suddenly appeared outside the door.
"How...how did you get here?!"
The person outside the door became even more gloomy after seeing Xiaoyang wearing home pajamas.
"Where is Wen Yuhan?"
Xiao Yang was a little flustered by the other party's imposing aura, but she still instinctively stood in front of the door and did not give way to the other party.
He took a deep breath and said seriously, "Mr. Pei, it's very late. My teacher isn't feeling well. We can discuss it tomorrow..."
Pei Shaocheng waved Xiao Yang away, quickly scanned the room, and finally looked at the bathroom with the light on.
"You brat, you threw me in the toilet, don't you have any conscience...?"
Wen Yuhan flushed the toilet, and while drunkenly talking, he opened the bathroom door, straightened his pants, and walked out.
Upon looking up and seeing the person standing in the room, his first thought was that he was hallucinating. He slowly shook his head, forcing his gaze to focus.
Then, his expression gradually changed from confusion to clarity, and then to surprise.
"What are you doing in my house?" Wen Yuhan frowned, her words already tinged with wariness.
Pei Shaocheng remained silent, coldly scrutinizing Wen Yuhan's body inch by inch.
From her disheveled hair and reddened eyes to her open neckline and crumpled pajamas...
Unable to meet the other person's burning gaze, Wen Yuhan turned her face away and quickly fastened the buttons on her chest.
But before the first button could be fastened, Pei Shaocheng grabbed her hand tightly.
"What's the rush?" Pei Shaocheng gradually increased the pressure on his hand. "It's just a little fling."
Wen Yuhan tried to struggle a few times, but to no avail. So she simply turned cold and stared at Pei Shaocheng, forcing out through gritted teeth, "What's it to you?"
"What does this have to do with me..." Pei Shaocheng nodded and chuckled, then suddenly his gaze sharpened and he reached out to grab Wen Yuhan's collar.
Wen Yuhan dodged, but Pei Shaocheng directly elbowed him in the lower back.
"Ugh." Wen Yuhan groaned, feeling a jolt and his body go limp.
Taking advantage of the moment, Pei Shaocheng scooped the person up in his arms, strode towards the bedroom, and slammed the door shut behind him.
"Teacher Wen, the first draft has been approved. It's time to fulfill our promise."
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Chapter 10
The moment Wen Yuhan was thrown onto the bed, she felt a sudden dizziness.
He instinctively rolled to the side of the bed to avoid the other person's grip, but due to the disparity in strength, he was pulled back by his ankle and forced to lie face down, his resistance muffled by the pillow.
Xiao Yang kept knocking loudly on the door.
"Mr. Pei! Mr. Pei! You can't do this! I'm calling the police!"
Pei Shaocheng ignored him completely, grabbing Wen Yuhan by the back of the neck with one hand and tearing off his shirt with the other, revealing his prominent shoulder blades, which gleamed coldly white in the dim light.
The shirt was twisted into a knot at the wrist, which Pei Shaocheng quickly tied into a knot, binding Wen Yuhan behind her back. No matter how Wen Yuhan resisted, she couldn't break free.
This was the second time since we met, and I was being held hostage in such a humiliating way, like a fish on a chopping block. This time, however, I didn't even have a suitable tool to retaliate.
Pei Shaocheng's eyes shone brightly in the darkness, yet the depths within remained as stagnant as still water. Like an enraged beast, he coldly and thoroughly scrutinized the struggling prey beneath his claws, checking whether it had been tainted by any other scents unnoticed.