Chapter 142: And Now I m Not Even Allowed to Have a Reaction?

Insanity. The area his cheek had brushed against Fu Sichen's was burning like an electrical current had passed through it.

Pei Zhen felt like he was about to explode.

Erupting in humiliation, Pei Zhen couldn't care less if the couple in the next stall were really going at full throttle. He raised his elbow and jabbed it into Fu Sichen's chest.

It caught Fu Sichen by surprise.

He fell back a step. If he hadn't steadied himself in time, he would have crashed against the door. "Pei..."

"Get out of my way." Pei Zhen's face reddened again, although he hadn't lost a single bit of his dignity. "I'm getting out of here."

Immediately, Fu Sichen's one hand came down over his mouth to silence him, while his other hand wrapped around Pei Zhen's waist, forcing Pei Zhen backward.

With a soft thud, Pei Zhen was forced to sit on the toilet bowl.

Both ashamed and angered, Pei Zhen widened his peach blossom eyes and glared at Fu Sichen.

"Be quiet." There was almost no distance between them. Even with Fu Sichen's hand over his mouth, he could still feel the man's breath on his face. "Are you hoping for people to discover that Best Actor Fu and the Number Two man were found together in a toilet stall?"

Their image and social statuses were at stake.

Even if nothing had happened between them, one could imagine that the media would cook up scandalous news.

Pei Zhen had to admit that point.

He could only use his peach blossom eyes to signal to Fu Sichen that he understood and that Fu Sichen could remove his hand.

Fu Sichen could feel Pei Zhen's lips against his palm. He was very reluctant to remove his hand.

"Mmmpf." Pei Zhen was getting angry and protested with his peach blossom eyes.

His face was flushed, his eyes were misty, and his lips soft. Fu Sichen felt a raging fire within himself, and his throat was parched.

"Pei Pei..." He couldn't help taking a step closer. The intensity of the situation was growing. "Can I kiss you?"

The request shocked Pei Zhen.

Pei Zhen almost flew off the handle. He lifted his hand and was about to push Fu Sichen, but Fu Sichen was prepared and stepped backward, and at the same time grabbed Pei Zhen's hand.

"No?" His voice was full of disappointment. But the next moment, he was smiling. "Fine, I won't."

He let Pei Zhen's hand go and stepped back to lean against the door. His expression was exceptionally tender. Then he lightly squeezed his own fingers.

Those fingers that had brushed against Pei Zhen's lips...

Pei Zhen glanced at Fu Sichen, and his heart skipped a beat as he felt his face flush again. Seeing that Fu Sichen was about to look in his direction, he nervously looked down.

Fu Sichen was standing, and so was he.

As his gazed dropped, he couldn't help but notice the crotch of Fu Sichen's trousers.

It was...

"You..." Pei Zhen froze, his heart suddenly welled up with all sorts of emotions. He looked up again and found himself staring right into Fu Sichen's eyes.

Those eyes were deeper than ever, like the expanse of the oceans and its raging waves. They hid feelings that one could only guess at.

"You wouldn't allow me to kiss you, and now I'm not even allowed to react?"

Pei Zhen didn't know what to say.

Not wishing to be the reason for Fu Sichen's reaction, Pei Zhen mumbled and pretended to be sarcastic, "Indeed the Beat Actor—even listening to others would get you..."

"No, it's because of you." Fu Sichen looked steadily at Pei Zhen. His gaze was unflinching but gentle. "It's only you."

Pei Zhen was caught off-guard.

Xiao Nian had been hunting high and low in the banquet hall when he finally spotted his artiste, and he was on the verge of tears.

"Daddy, have you been slacking off again?" When Fu Sichen appeared earlier, Xiao Nian hadn't dared to hang around. He was trying to expand his network even when he wasn't doing anything. "Champion Screenwriter, it appears he presently has a script for a television show... Daddy, your face—why is it so flushed? Do you have a fever?