He immediately leaped out of bed, glanced around, and realized he was in a slightly smaller bedroom compared to his spacious and bright master bedroom with its scenic balcony. There was just a double bed that wasn’t very wide. Judging from the narrow circular window, he was still on the ship. The room was cleaned spotlessly; the curtains were drawn back, allowing sunlight to pour in through the small window. On the desk beside him, a line of skincare products was neatly arranged, next to a thick stack of scripts. Yu Zexiao walked over and saw that all the important parts of the script had been marked, the handwriting elegantly hinting at the owner’s cultivation.
In the room, a familiar, faint fragrance lingered. It wasn’t the scent of rouge or powder from cosmetics or the odor of artificial perfumes. Instead, it resembled the fresh, natural scent of fruit.
Upon opening the wardrobe, Yu Zexiao’s suspicions were confirmed. The few clothes hanging inside were clearly Jian Anning’s! So, this place was her little room?
Yu Zexiao furrowed his brows, trying to recall last night’s events. Filming had wrapped up at eleven at night. Ling Yichuan and Leng Yunlin insisted on dragging him down to the bar for drinks and fun. He vaguely remembered playing a very silly game, and he had even kissed Jian Anning of his own accord?
Yu Zexiao shuddered at the memory, and then he seemed to recall that afterward, he had gone alone to the lookout tower, drunk a lot of alcohol, and then Jian Anning had come...
He seemed to remember that he not only cornered her against the wall but also intended... to get even closer to her?
Could it be that he had really... developed an interest in her?
However, thinking about how Ling Yichuan and Leng Yunlin were fooling around outside, he felt slightly more composed.
Even now, he admitted that he had his sights set on the little assistant’s bed. He wanted to sleep with her, didn’t want other men near her, and he would get very angry whenever her attention was on someone else.
But more clearly, he realized that aside from the instinctual urges between a man and a woman, he had nothing in common with her. She couldn’t play the piano, she didn’t understand music, she just strictly demanded that he do this and that, and their origins, families, backgrounds... they shared nothing in common...
In other words, he had never considered spending his life with her. Yet, she was currently the only woman he didn’t dislike (physically).
Given that, why should he deny himself? He could completely allow himself—no, allow her to enjoy the pleasure of being a woman! After all, he didn’t spurn her for her average looks, average figure, average housekeeping skills, average personality, but still agreed to engage in an intimate relationship with her; this was already a blessing from her ancestors!
Yu Zexiao was a man of action. Having made up his mind to develop an intimate relationship with Jian Anning, he wasn’t going to be too squeamish about it. Although she had various shortcomings, she was still a woman. As a man, one should take the initiative. Anyway, she was his personal assistant, so he would be gracious, allowing her to move into his room, to live with him from now on!
And why was he so sure that Jian Anning was interested in him? Not to mention anything else, just consider his current