Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Pei Zhen was indeed in a deep sleep, but he wasn’t free from anxiety.

The mini-van seat, even when fully flat, was nowhere near as comfortable as a bed. And because of that, when Pei Zhen felt the presence of a warm embrace, he unconsciously cuddled up.

Gradually, the tension in his brows relaxed and his fingers curled around tightly, but when he tried to turn, he found himself against a barrier.

He wasn’t able to move.

Pei Zhen was talking in his dream, and it was quite melancholic. He recalled a variety show long ago where the conditions were tough, and the director wanted them to sleep in sleeping bags. It was awful.

And at that moment…?

Pei Zhen slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring right into Fu Sichen’s deep dark eyes—the abyss—anyone who looked would sink deep into it.

“And so, to preserve your own worthless life, you betrayed your Daddy?”

They were at the banquet.

The sound of laughter drifted from the banquet venue, the people coming in and out were all decked up in finery. Amidst the wine and gambling chips, there was chattering and giggling.

Pei Zhen had just woken up and was in a rather foul mood. At that point, Xiao Nian didn’t even dare suggest that he should mingle and socialize.

They stood behind a clump of green potted plants, and Pei Zhen had his hands in his pockets. He examined Xiao Nian in a haughty manner, with a certain coldness in his expression.

“I… I…” Xiao Nian was too guilty to try to find himself an excuse. He covered his face and played victim. “I’m scum with sub-zero fighting power. I can’t stand up to the stinker!”

Pei Zhen fumed.

The moment he opened his eyes he found himself locked in a princess-hug by another man. Under those circumstances, Pei Zhen would have owed his pride an explanation if he didn’t get angry about it.

They were at an event, and there were people around!

Even though the event was not a publicized one, if Fu Sichen could identify his mini-van, then there was no reason why the paparazzi couldn’t.

They were in treacherous waters, and he had chosen such a time to do a princess-hug? Was Fu Sichen too eager for the world to know that they had something going on between them?

And more to the point, Pei Zhen hadn’t even indicated interest of any sort.

“Daddy, I was wrong. Daddy…”

Xiao Nian’s non-stop bawling irritated Pei Zhen and Pei Zhen was tempted to wave him off. But Fu Sichen appeared out of nowhere.

“Pei Pei.” The sharp-looker held a cup in his hand. The gentle expression lit up his face and made him even more attractive. “Still tired?”

That reminded Pei Zhen of the princess hug again!

Pei Zhen’s heart skipped a little, but he didn’t let that show on his face. Without replying, he picked up his wine glass to take a drink.

“Don’t drink wine.” Fu Sichen’s eyes were sharp, and his hands were very quick. He took the wine glass out of Pei Zhen’s hand, exchanged it for the cup in his own, and thrust it before Pei Zhen. “Have some milk, it’s warm.”

Pei Zhen was surprised.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’d take advantage of you if you got yourself drunk?” An intoxicated Pei Zhen was better behaved than his normal self; with glazed-over peach blossom eyes, he was incredibly tempting.

Fu Sichen would love to see that side of him but, at the same time, didn’t want to share a drunk Pei Zhen with anyone else. Hence he had asked the hotel waiter for a cup of warm milk.

Pei Zhen wrinkled his nose, unable to hide his disgust. But his body betrayed him as he reached out for the cup.

With Fu Sichen’s appearance, Xiao Nian had tactfully made himself scarce. Without the gooseberry around, Best Actor Fu was entirely in his element and started to tease Pei Zhen.

As Pei Zhen reached out for the milk, Fu Sichen planted his lips on the rim of the cup. “Hang on. I’ll make sure it’s not too hot.”

Fu Sichen wasn’t worried about the temperature of the milk. Afraid that Pei Zhen might reject a kiss, he left his mark all around the rim of the cup.

Pei Zhen turned red.

“Excuse me. Need the toilet.” Pei Zhen mumbled.

“Oh, how coincidental.” Fu Sichen readily said, “I need to go too.”