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.