Huayu: That year, I withdrew from the Super Boy competition.

In November, it gets quite cold at night in Hengdian.

However, the studio was still stuffy and hot.

Su Wei stood in front of the green screen, her cloak hanging down behind her, a layer of fine sweat seeping from her forehead.

His last scene was filming Chonglou standing atop Mount Shu, showing his back.

There are no lines, only a camera slowly zooming in from behind, stopping at the moment the cape is blown up by the wind.

"Okay—passed!"

The director's voice came from behind the monitor.

Su Wei's body remained upright for a few seconds before collapsing.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples, still somewhat dazed as he snapped out of character.

Director Li Guoli walked out from behind the monitor.

She was holding a bouquet of flowers.

He was usually serious, but now he had a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, Xiaowei, you've wrapped up filming!"

Su Wei took it with both hands and hugged it to her chest.

The director bowed first, then turned around and bowed repeatedly to the staff who surrounded him.

He clasped his hands together, his posture very humble:

"Thank you, director, and thank you all for taking care of me during this time. You've all worked so hard."

Afterwards, they were pulled in front of the camera to say some auspicious words, and finally the process was over.

No one knew that as he said these things with a smile, his mind was already drifting into the evening.

The wrap party that evening was held at a restaurant in town.

Logically speaking, for a new supporting actor like him, once filming wraps up, it's usually just a matter of everyone having a private meal together.

But Cai Yinong specifically contacted Li Guoli and said she wanted to hold a party for Su Wei.

Su Wei naturally understood Cai Yinong's thoughts.

Whether it's courting or showing goodwill.

He really had to accept this courtesy.

After all, he enjoyed being toasted by everyone in turn.

Su Wei has a habit of never letting himself drink to the point of losing control in such situations.

Not to mention that Yang Mi specifically told him she had prepared a surprise for him tonight.

If you actually get drunk and have to be carried home, that's a real loss.

So the angle at which I tilt my head back is always just right.

The rim of the glass touched his lips, the wine entered his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he seemed to be enjoying his drink.

But taking advantage of the moment when he tilted his head back, he lowered his wrist and tilted the cup to his side.

Most of the wine flowed down the rim of the glass, silently seeping into the layers of toilet paper laid out at his feet.

Someone almost slipped when they stood up as the event ended.

Everyone understood, and they all pointed at Su Wei, laughing and scolding her:

"You, Su Wei, we're all flushed and red-faced, and you're here drinking half and passing out the other half? That's really unfair!"

Su Wei chuckled twice, offering no excuses.

Picking up the remaining half-glass of wine on the table, I downed it in one gulp, revealing the bottom of the glass:

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I'll make amends with this drink."

The group at the table laughed and cursed noisily for a bit, and that was the end of it.

Outside the hotel.

Su Wei took advantage of the moment when everyone was exchanging pleasantries and saying goodbye.

He turned sideways, grabbed Yang Mi's wrist, and with a little force, pulled her to the side into the shadows.

"I'm gone."

He whispered in her ear.

Yang Mi struggled but couldn't break free, letting him pull her towards the roadside.

The night wind blew, and most of the lingering smell of alcohol on my body dissipated, making me much more sober.

The two hailed a taxi on the street.

While the car is moving.

The streetlights outside the window occasionally brushed past Yang Mi's face, flashing on and off.

When the two arrived at the hotel, it wasn't too late.

As soon as the door closed, Yang Mi pushed him towards the bathroom.

"Go take a shower first, you reek of alcohol, you stink."

Su Wei grabbed her collar and sniffed it.

It really is.

Although most of the wine ended up as toilet paper on the floor.

But there was still quite a bit of stain on the collar.

He took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then turned and walked towards the bathroom.

He walked to the door and then turned back.

His gaze slid down from Yang Mi's face.

His gaze held a hint of aggression, yet also a smile.

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this.

"Let's do it together," he finally said slowly, "It's faster and saves water."

Yang Mi smiled and said, "If you keep being sarcastic, the surprise won't count."

Su Wei chuckled and didn't push her luck any further.

He washed very quickly.

It took less than ten minutes in total.

After coming out, I dried my hair and walked straight to the bedside.

She fell backward and sank into the blankets.

Yang Mi carried the things into the bathroom.

Half an hour later.

He almost suspected that she was going to scrub off a layer of skin inside.

Almost 10 minutes later, the bathroom door clicked open.

A scent of shower gel wafted out from under the door, a fragrance that was both floral and milky.

Yang Mi came out.

She was also wearing a white bathrobe, the same style as Su Wei's.

But the difference is that she didn't tie the outer strap.

Her bathrobe was left open, swaying slightly as she walked.

Inside was a black lace nightgown with shoulder straps as thin as two threads, and the lace pattern at the neckline was faintly visible under the warm yellow light.

The skirt was so short that when the bathrobe swung open, it could barely cover the top of the thighs.

She walked past him in disposable slippers, her steps neither hurried nor slow.

The airflow carried the scent of the shower gel to the bedside.

Su Wei's gaze followed her movements.

From the bathroom doorway to the bedside, and from the bedside to the dressing table.

She sat down, seemingly forgetting that there was someone lying in bed waiting for her.

Su Wei lay on her side on the bed, propping her head up with one hand, watching her unscrew a bunch of bottles and jars.

Water, lotion, hand cream...

He finally sat up as he watched her finish applying the hand cream and then open the fourth bottle.

He opened the drawer of the dressing table, took out the hair dryer, plugged it in, and stood behind her.

Su Wei's fingers ran through her hair roots and slowly combed it downwards following the direction of the hairdryer's airflow.

She sat in front of him, her shoulder less than ten centimeters from his chest.

He could see the nape of her neck below the collar of her bathrobe, which was slightly pink from the hot air.

"I'm afraid you'll dawdle until dawn."

Su Wei's voice was muffled amidst the buzzing of the hairdryer.

Yang Mi glanced at him in the mirror, smiled, and continued applying something to her hands.

Su Wei dried her hair in sections.

The whole process was surprisingly well-organized.

Yang Mi looked at Su Wei standing behind her in the mirror, head down, focused on blow-drying her hair.

A few stray hairs fell across his eyebrows, and the angle at which he looked down made his jawline even more defined.

"I didn't realize you were so good at this, Su Wei."

She waited two seconds, then, as if remembering something, added:

"Looks like you've done this a lot, huh? You're so skilled at it."

Su Wei looked at her in the mirror.

He held the hairdryer a little further away with one hand, pointing the nozzle downwards toward the floor, and pointed at his chest with the other hand.

"I swear to God, you are the first woman in my life."

He silently added a sentence in his mind.

Not counting the previous life, this is the first one in this life.

Yang Mi had no idea what Su Wei was thinking.

But when he heard her say that she was the first woman to make him do that, he was surprised.

Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers unconsciously tightened.

She looked at Su Wei's profile in the mirror and remained silent for two seconds.

He then snorted.

"Who cares?"