The kiss was long and passionate, so long that Pei Zeyan felt his breath almost stop before Wen Zhao slowly and reluctantly released him.
Wen Zhao cupped Pei Zeyan's face in her hands, their foreheads touching, noses close together, still rubbing against each other...
Both of them were breathing heavily, seemingly trying to calm down from the intense struggle.
"Shall we continue?" Wen Zhao asked in a low voice, her tone carrying a seductive, unsatisfied urge.
"Continue." Pei Zeyan was already a little tipsy, and he couldn't resist Wen Zhao's temptation. After he finished speaking, he leaned forward and kissed Wen Zhao again.
This sparked a raging fire, making things even more uncontrollable.
As they kissed, they both took off their coats and threw them on the ground.
Just as Wen Zhao's hand was lifting Pei Zeyan's undershirt from below, about to remove his last shirt, Pei Zeyan suddenly realized something, grabbed Wen Zhao's hand, and pulled away from their passionate kiss. His face flushed, he looked at Wen Zhao, "Isn't it a little inappropriate to do this here?"
The burning desire in Wen Zhao's eyes slowly faded, and she chuckled softly, "Then tell me, where would be suitable?"
"This..." Pei Zeyan's already flushed face turned even redder, "Too... too fast..."
Wen Zhao's smile deepened, and he looked at Pei Zeyan with a slight upturn of his lips, saying, "If you keep sitting like that, I can't guarantee I can hold back. At that point, even right here, I'll have to take care of you first."
Pei Zeyan: "..."
Startled by those words, Pei Zeyan immediately stood up, turned around, and ran back to his seat opposite him as if fleeing.
Then, with her head down, she started frantically piling food into her bowl, trying to appear very busy.
I did get a little carried away just now, but now that I've calmed down...
Oh my god!
Pei Zeyan internally screaming, "What on earth did I just do?"
He kissed Wen Zhao on his own initiative?
And they kissed twice?
He's gone mad!
He must be insane!
The key thing is... he felt pretty good... he actually enjoyed it quite a bit, and even wanted to do it again...
Ugh, pshaw!
No... what is he thinking?!
What?! Do it again?!
He's gone mad! He must be insane!
"Is three days enough for you?" Wen Zhao asked, looking at Pei Zeyan was frantically stuffing food into his mouth with his head down.
Hmm?
Pei Zeyan looked up at Wen Zhao, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"I'll give you three days to process and accept what just happened, is that enough?" Wen Zhao asked. "I'm going back to the capital tomorrow to record a few songs, which will probably take three days. So, you have three more days."
Pei Zeyan: "???"
"What about three days from now?" Pei Zeyan asked tentatively, "What will happen then?"
"Three days later..." Wen Zhao's lips curled into a meaningful smile, "You'll know in three days."
Pei Zeyan: "???"
No... who told you to answer the question like that?
Doesn't saying that mean saying nothing at all?
Wen Zhao glanced at the pile of food on Pei Zeyan's plate and said helplessly, "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."
Pei Zeyan: "..."
Is the focus on the food?
The key is to make him feel less awkward while eating!
Pei Zeyan overwhelmed with mixed feelings during the meal; his emotions were like a rollercoaster.
Before leaving the private room, Pei Zeyan was blocked at the door by Wen Zhao.
Wen Zhao braced himself against the door with one hand, blocking Pei Zeyan. He leaned forward and teased Pei Zeyan, "Did you forget something before you left?"
"Huh?" Pei Zeyan was stunned for a moment, somewhat bewildered. "You... you kissed me?"
Wen Zhao was charmed by Pei Zeyan's dazed and confused state, and chuckled softly, "What? Didn't you get enough of kissing just now?"
"Didn't you just say..." Pei Zeyan, then realized something was wrong; he might have misunderstood Wen Zhao's meaning, so he asked again, "Then what did you say?"
Wen Zhao held up Pei Zeyan's phone with two fingers and waved it in front of him. "You forgot your phone."
Pei Zeyan: "..."
"Otherwise, what did you think I was talking about?" Wen Zhao handed the phone to Pei Zeyan, then gently touched Pei Zeyan's lips with her thumb. "What did you think I was talking about?"
Pei Zeyan: "!!!"
"Keep it." Wen Zhao smiled. "Three days later."
Pei Zeyan: "!!!"