"We may finish early today; if you can wait, we could—"
As Shen Zhiyi walked into the rest area, she spoke over her shoulder, then abruptly stopped mid-sentence, asking in confusion, "Why did you lock the door?"
The rest area was brightly lit, and Pei Yu was the only somber presence there. He didn't respond, but silently drew closer.
The two drew nearer and nearer, and not knowing why, Shen Zhiyi instinctively stepped back until her lower back touched the edge of the makeup table.
"You—"
Before she could finish her question, Pei Yu squeezed between her legs, and with one hand around her waist, he gently lifted and easily placed her onto the table.
This scene was strikingly similar to the intimate one they had just filmed in front of the camera.
Realizing what was happening, Shen Zhiyi pushed against his chest, "It's because you minded, right?"
Seeing him act as though nothing was wrong, she had thought he truly didn't care.