Chapter 89: Little Aunt.089

Chapter 89

Song Anan opened her big eyes silently and asked Pei Kuang, "Who is this?"

Pei Kuang paused for a moment, whispered back: “...A co-actor."

Song Anan blinked and said, "What should we do then?"

"Should I go hide in the bathroom for a while?"

Pei Kuang shook his head at her, "No need, just sit here quietly, I'll take care of it."

After saying that, he got up and walked towards the door. Song Anan subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, obviously trying to hide.

Pei Kuang came to the door but didn't open it. Instead, he asked coldly through the door, "What is it?"

The person outside fell silent for a few seconds, “Teacher Pei, I have some questions about a scene we're shooting tomorrow that I'm confused about. I'd like to come in and discuss it with you, is that okay?"

A hint of coldness flashed through Pei Kuang's eyes, and his voice grew even colder, "Not convenient, if you have any questions just ask the director on set tomorrow."

The person outside seemed to hesitate for a moment before responding, “Okay, sorry for disturbing you, Teacher Pei."

Seeing that the other party didn’t persist, Pei Kuang’s expression finally softened a little, and he also unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were usual times, he wouldn't have reacted so strongly. Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, this kind of situation was by no means the first time he had encountered it, and he was quite experienced in handling it.

But this time was different, Song Anan was here, and Pei Kuang had truly been afraid that the other party would pester them persistently. He didn't want her to see these unsightly things.

Of course, Pei Kuang didn't think Song Anan was completely unaware of these kinds of things, but knowing and seeing it happen before your eyes were two different matters after all.

After making sure no one was at the door, Pei Kuang turned around and returned to the living room.

Just as he was wondering how to explain it to Song Anan, he saw her looking at him worriedly.

"Did I disturb your work?"

Pei Kuang suddenly felt somewhat exasperated.

Judging by her reaction, the little girl really had no idea ah.

That was to be expected, according to Song Linchuan, the little girl was an innocent bookworm, terribly naive, so her ignorance made sense.

Of course, Pei Kuang didn't explain all these messy affairs to her, just casually made up some excuse to gloss it over.

He rubbed her head and said, "It has nothing to do with you, I don't have many scenes with her and I'm not familiar with her parts, so I can't really help her anyway."

Song Anan didn't really understand all this, but she didn't dwell on it.

Even if she knew Pei Kuang was just trying to pacify her, that was fine, she wouldn't be here long enough to disturb their work too much anyway.

With that matter brushed aside, the issue of the scarf from earlier was clearly still unresolved.

Song Anan had just been about to sneakily take back the scarf, but Pei Kuang managed to get to it first.

She tried to reason with him nicely, "Let me have that back for now, next time I'll knit you a new one."

That one really wouldn't do, it was too ugly, atrociously ugly as Li Sirui had put it.

But Pei Kuang was clearly unmoved, insisting, "No, I really like this one, it's the first scarf you knitted, so it has special meaning."

Seeing that she really couldn't win against him, Song Anan could only compromise.

So she watched helplessly as Pei Kuang put away the scarf, even placing it in a cabinet she couldn't reach.

The key point was, he had also blatantly taken the gift box containing the tie from the coffee table.

Song Anan: "..."

He had just said he didn't need the tie, liar!

Pei Kuang of course understood the resentment in her eyes, but he chose to ignore it.

Grown men didn't do multiple choice questions, of course he would take both.

After all this fuss, it was indeed getting late, so Pei Kuang told Song Anan to go to sleep first while he went to take a shower.

Thinking of this possibility, Song Anan pushed Pei Kuang's hand away and stood up from the sofa.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

Seeing her barely concealed behavior, Pei Kuang couldn't help but laugh out loud, but he didn't continue questioning her. Instead, he took the initiative to make the bed for her.

"It's ready, go to sleep."

After saying that, he took a blanket and prepared to sleep on the sofa.

Song Anan hesitated for a few seconds before grabbing his hand, "I'll sleep on the sofa, that sofa is too narrow, you won't be comfortable sleeping there."

Pei Kuang smiled and patted her hand, "Be good, it's fine, I'm not that delicate."

But Song Anan shook her head, "You still have work tomorrow, it's better if I sleep on the sofa, I don't have anything going on anyway."

Of course Pei Kuang wouldn't let Song Anan sleep on the sofa. But Song Anan was also very insistent. Finally, unable to decide, Song Anan came up with a compromise - they would both sleep in the bed.

After all the bed was plenty big!

Pei Kuang looked at her with a faint smile, "That trusting of me?"

Song Anan licked her lips and softly murmured in agreement.

The air conditioner in the room was on very high so it wasn't cold. Pei Kuang covered Song Anan with the quilt and took a blanket to cover himself.

The two of them lay in bed, Song Anan was far from being as calm as she appeared on the outside, her whole body was tense.

Pei Kuang naturally sensed the nervousness of the person beside him, and felt a little helpless inside, he could only divert her attention.

"What made you think of impersonating a fan to sneak into the drama set?"

At that time it really gave him a shock.

Song Anan glanced at him sideways, and stubbornly retorted: "Who was impersonating, can't I be your fan?"

Pei Kuang lightly arched his brows, uttered an "oh", and only after a long pause slowly said: "The fact that you're my fan, you'll have to keep that hidden well."

Song Anan was puzzled for a moment, not really understanding: "Why?"

Pei Kuang chuckled lightly, suddenly flipped over, and pressed Song Anan down through the quilt.

One on top and one below, they gazed into each other's eyes.

Only a fist's width separated them, and the atmosphere instantly turned ambiguous.

"I'm afraid of others saying," Pei Kuang lightly nibbled her earlobe: "I sleep with fans."

Song Anan's mind 'boomed', instantly blanking out.

Her whole person was like a thoroughly cooked shrimp, even her ear roots turned red. She pushed him reflexively, "What nonsense are you saying?"

Pei Kuang casually lay back down again, laughing very smugly, "I was talking nonsense?"

"You were definitely talking nonsense," Song Anan glared at him, and muttered in a low voice: "We haven't slept together."

Pei Kuang paused for a moment, unable to hold back his laughter as he said: "Is this your way of implying something to me?"

Song Anan was confused for a few seconds, and reacted a bit slow: "Huh?"

Implying what?

Pei Kuang looked at her with a hint of a smile that wasn't really a smile, sizing her up from top to bottom, his gaze seemed to want to see through her.

The next second, he directly swooped down to kiss her.

After a deep kiss.

Song Anan was kissed until she went soft on the bed.

She lay curled up in the quilt with a dizzy, flushed red face, only her head stuck out.

Pei Kuang hugged her through the quilt, and gently said: "Be good, go to sleep."