Top-tier Auntie in the Entertainment Industry

"Can you find it?"

Pei Kuang's voice rang out from the bathroom once again.

Song Anan was so startled that she almost dropped the item in her hand. "I found it, wait a minute, I'll be right there."

She threw the item into her bag as if it were a hot potato, and hurriedly zipped it up.

Song Anan stood at the bathroom door, listening to the sound of running water inside. Her cheeks flushed red.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the bathroom door.

"Wait a minute."

The sound of running water stopped abruptly. Then came the 'click' of the bathroom door opening a crack. Pei Kuang's hand reached out.

"Give it to me."

"Oh," Song Anan passed the item to him in a daze, then fled the scene as fast as she could.

She didn't dare linger for even a second.

She was afraid she would do something embarrassing.

But after returning to the living room, Song Anan found herself unable to calm down. Her mind kept wandering, completely out of control.

One moment she would think about that box of condoms, the next moment the sound of running water in the bathroom, and then she would recall the arm Pei Kuang had stretched out -

Firm and toned, with clear muscular lines, and still covered in undried water droplets...

Song Anan covered her face in embarrassment.

Oh no, she felt like she was becoming a pervert.

When Pei Kuang finished his shower and emerged from the bathroom, he found it odd that Song Anan was already lying in bed.

Going to sleep so early?

"Asleep?" He came to the bedside and asked softly.

Song Anan had her back to him, curled up under the quilt. Both apprehensive and nervous, she replied, "No."

Pei Kuang raised a brow. "Going to bed so early, are you tired?"

Song Anan pursed her lips. "...A little."

Without thinking much, Pei Kuang said, "Alright, go ahead and sleep then. I'll go check if the doors and windows are closed properly."

After turning off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on, he went to the living room to carefully inspect all the doors and windows in the apartment.

But of course Song Anan couldn't fall asleep now. She tossed and turned fretfully in bed, anxious to death.

When Pei Kuang returned to the bedroom again, he gently closed the door behind him and got into bed from the other side.

Only then did he finally realize something was off.

Song Anan never liked to sleep with her head covered. At most she would pull the quilt up to her chest. She said covering her head made her feel suffocated.

Most importantly, although the girl had her eyes closed, her eyeballs were moving - clearly pretending to be asleep.

His brows furrowed slightly. Was she avoiding him?

But why?

It wasn't like they hadn't shared a room before.

Pei Kuang seemed to recall something. He turned on his side to look at the pretend-sleeping girl, the corners of his lips quirked up. "Saw what was in my bag?"

Song Anan's eyelids fluttered, but she didn't respond.

Pei Kuang pinched her cheek playfully and chuckled. "Stop pretending. I know you're awake."

Her cover blown, Song Anan had no choice but to slowly open her eyes and look at him sullenly.

He knew she was faking it, but he just had to call her out.

Seeing her grievance, Pei Kuang naturally needed to coax her. He pressed her shoulder to turn her to face him, then drew her into his embrace.

"I keep that stuff at home out of habit. Don't overthink it."

Song Anan was puzzled for a moment. "You always have it at home?"

How come she's never seen it?

"Yup." Pei Kuang laughed lightly. "But to be precise, I didn't have it before I was with you."

Song Anan's face turned red. She couldn't help the petulance in her tone. "What do you need it for."

Pei Kuang was completely candid. "Better safe than sorry. In case I really can't hold back someday, at least I won't be caught unprepared."

Having said that, he ruffled her hair and smiled. "But I can restrain myself as long as you don't want it."

Song Anan lowered her gaze, mumbling softly, "No need to hold back."

Pei Kuang didn't catch that clearly. "What did you say?"

Song Anan raised her head and enunciated each word. "I said, I don't not want it!"

Pei Kuang's breathing hitched, his heartbeat skipping.

He reacted, arching a brow suggestively, his voice laced with laughter. "You're all talk. Don't blame me if you end up crying later."

Song Anan was already extremely embarrassed. Hearing him say this made her even more indignant.

She would never cry! And she didn't like him looking down on her!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

Saying she was all talk, he was clearly mocking her for boasting!

In a moment of impulsiveness, Song Anan flipped over to pin Pei Kuang beneath her, then started tugging at the buttons on his pajamas.

She would show him through action, not words, that she could prove him wrong.

Pei Kuang was stunned for several seconds by the girl's sudden aggressive maneuver. His expression was very conflicted, caught between laughter and exasperation.

"Wait a minute." He tried to stop her.

Song Anan didn't even lift her eyelids, completely focused on doing battle with his pajamas.

What annoying buttons. Why wouldn't they come undone?

Left with no choice, Pei Kuang pressed down firmly on her fumbling hands.

Song Anan glared at him, looking like 'Why are you stopping me?'

Pei Kuang's gaze sharpened. He looked at her solemnly, "No more joking around. Are you really willing?"

Song Anan pursed her lips. "Weren't you the one unwilling all this time?"

Pei Kuang felt wrongfully accused. "When was I unwilling? Did you ever ask me?"

Song Anan refused to back down. "Well, did you ever ask me?"

Pei Kuang: "..."

Alright, he really hadn't asked before.

At first he wasn't sure of Song Anan's feelings, so of course he couldn't make a move. And later...he simply felt it wasn't the right time.

Naturally, he was also reluctant.

Seeing that he didn't seem very willing, Song Anan struggled to get off of him.

As she struggled to get down, she made sure to grumble petulantly, "If you're not willing then forget it. I don't think I can sleep well anyway!"

Pei Kuang's brows rose. He grabbed her wrist, easily flipping their positions to pin her beneath him.

Turning the tables.

He blew lightly next to her ear, his voice faintly beguiling. "No right to speak without experience. Whether it's good to sleep or not, you'd have to try first to judge, hmm?"

Without waiting for Song Anan's reaction, Pei Kuang immediately lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was more aggressive than ever before. He pried open her lips as soon as their mouths met, plunging straight in to curl his tongue around hers, licking and sucking.

His palms also carried waves of heat, gliding over her body and slowly slipping under her pajamas to circle her waist.

Song Anan couldn't help but tremble, the tingling sensation at the base of her spine instantly spreading through her entire body like an electric current.

But just when she was kissed senseless and lost in desire, Pei Kuang suddenly stopped.

He lifted his face from her neck, his voice low and hoarse. "Wait a moment."

"Ah," Song Anan let out, her mind in a complete fog.

Pei Kuang supported himself with his hands on either side of the bed, looking down at Song Anan lying below.

The dim light cast a soft glow on her face, her gaze clouded with desire, the corners of her eyes an irresistible red.

Pei Kuang was instantly captivated. The passion in his eyes grew stronger, his breathing several degrees harsher.

He forcibly clung to the last shreds of his rationality and got up. "I'll go grab the stuff."

Song Anan's brain had shut down. She was utterly confused.

What stuff?

But Pei Kuang had no time to explain to her. He headed straight for the cabinet beside them.

Only when Song Anan saw him take out a small box from his backpack did she finally realize what he meant.

The box of condoms!

But before she could feel bashful, Pei Kuang was already pressing down on her again.

He gently brushed aside the strands of hair by her ear, his gaze suggestive yet beguiling. "Ready?"

Song Anan didn't speak. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Clumsily imitating his actions from earlier, this wordless reply was more telling than anything she could have said.

Pei Kuang certainly couldn't withstand this. He swiftly took control again, seizing the reins.

In the empty room, all their senses were attuned to each other, tangled in caresses and embraces.

The air was filled with lush passion.

Finally, they belonged fully to each other.

After a round of clouds and rain, Song Anan had used up all her energy.

She lay limp and powerless in Pei Kuang's arms, unwilling to move a muscle.

Pei Kuang kissed her forehead and asked softly, "Want to take a shower?"

He didn't say anything at first, but as soon as Song Anan spoke, her whole body felt sticky and uncomfortable. "I don't want to move, I'm tired," she said.

Pei Kuang chuckled softly and replied, "You don't need to move, I'll carry you there."

Song Anan struggled inside for several seconds before letting her sense of shame take a break. "Okay," she agreed.

They had already done what needed to be done, so there was nothing to be shy about anymore.

Besides, she really didn't have any strength left.

Pei Kuang carried Song Anan to the bathroom. By the time they were back in bed, almost half an hour had passed.

"Does it still hurt?" Pei Kuang asked. "I should call the front desk and ask if they have any medicine."

Song Anan angrily kicked him. "Don't ask!" she yelled in embarrassment.

How humiliating!

"I'm the doctor here, not you," Pei Kuang said. "If I say you're fine, then you're fine."

But Pei Kuang was still a little worried. "But we just had s..."

Song Anan quickly covered his mouth. "Don't say it!"

She really regretted agreeing to let him carry her to the bathroom now.

Sometimes it's better not to dismiss your sense of shame so easily, because there are times when you'll need it again.

Seeing how embarrassed the girl was, Pei Kuang helplessly shook his head. He tactfully changed the subject.

"What do you think of this place?" he casually asked.

Still immersed in her feelings of shame and anger, Song Anan didn't really pay attention to what Pei Kuang said.

She only vaguely heard him say, "What do you think?"

What did he mean by that?

Suddenly, Song Anan's eyes went wide as a thought occurred to her.

She had accidentally seen an online discussion before, about how a lot of guys care about their performance after having sex with a girl for the first time.

It had said it was an issue of male pride.

Could that be what Pei Kuang was worried about?

It looked like it, otherwise why would he ask?

Song Anan had been shy to talk about this before, but remembering what she read online, she excitedly responded, "I think it was great!"

"Oh," Pei Kuang said in surprise, not understanding why Song Anan was suddenly so enthusiastic.

Seeing his reaction, Song Anan was afraid he thought she was just humoring him. So she steeled herself and decided to elaborate.

"Really, I don't have much experience, but I can still tell the difference between good and bad in these matters. Your performance just now was honestly very good in my opinion."

Pei Kuang was confused by her words, but soon seemed to realize something as his smile froze on his face.

Wait a minute!

These matters?

His performance?

Pei Kuang couldn't help but hold his forehead. He was suddenly torn between laughing and crying.

That wasn't what he had asked!

And even if it was, she was being way too blunt!