A Scumbag Alpha Gets the Simp’s Script - Chapter 18

Yu Jinzhao was eager to search for the movie, but she forgot—this wasn’t her original world. That movie didn’t exist here, and neither did its name.

For a moment, she was stunned, staring blankly at the computer as if her soul had left her body.

Seeing her like this, Pei Daowan immediately realized what was happening. She probably couldn’t find the film she wanted.

“Sorry, I forgot. Let me find something.”

Ignoring her wet hair, she stepped quickly behind Yu Jinzhao, took the mouse, and searched for another movie.

“I didn’t mean to. I promise, it won’t happen again.”

Pei Daowan spoke with genuine sincerity. She felt a twinge of sourness, even a slight ache in her chest. Because in that moment, Yu Jinzhao looked like she was about to shatter. It reminded her of her own past, and for a fleeting second, she couldn’t bear it. Using her and comforting her were not mutually exclusive.

She had originally intended to distract Yu Jinzhao so she’d forget the tension from earlier, but she had overlooked the fact that the girl’s cultural touchstones might be missing.

Pei Daowan crouched down and somewhat firmly pulled Yu Jinzhao up from the floor. Cupping the girl’s face, she forced her to meet her eyes.

“It was my fault. Don’t think about it anymore, okay? Let me find one. Watch a movie I like.”

Yu Jinzhao still looked a bit piteous, but she nodded obediently and stepped aside, yielding the seat to Pei Daowan.

The movie was one Yu Jinzhao had never seen. It wasn’t a romance, an art film, or a comedy. It was a war history film. To be fair, Yu Jinzhao didn’t usually like these; they were often too melodramatic for her taste.

Pei Daowan was a quiet viewer. Unlike Yu Jinzhao, who usually liked to snack, she sat motionless, her expression serious, focused entirely on the screen. Compared to her, Yu Jinzhao was completely distracted.

It wasn’t just because she rarely watched historical films; more importantly, she had no heart for the movie right now. Her eyes kept stealing glances at Pei Daowan. Since Pei Daowan was so focused, Yu Jinzhao became quite bold, unafraid of being caught.

The room was dim, lit only by the shifting glow of the large screen reflecting off Pei Daowan’s face, flickering in a way that stirred Yu Jinzhao’s heart.

Pei Daowan had emerged in a hurry and hadn’t dried her hair. As they sat side-by-side, Yu Jinzhao stealthily moved her body back a few inches. With just a slight turn of her head, she could see the moisture clinging to Pei Daowan’s strands, dampening her skin. Droplets condensed and slid down into the collar of her pajamas.

The scent of fresh shampoo mixed with that faint, ethereal cold fragrance invaded Yu Jinzhao’s senses. Despite the humid environment, her throat felt dry. She had no idea what was happening in the movie; her entire focus was on those tresses.

Involuntarily, she frowned. Because the hair wasn’t dried, a large patch of the silk pajamas was now soaked through, clinging to the skin and revealing a different shade of color.

Yu Jinzhao’s fingers twitched. Sleeping with wet hair wasn’t good; it could lead to headaches.

As if sensing the gaze, Pei Daowan tilted her head. “What is it?”

The moment she moved, the cold fragrance rushed forward. It wasn’t an intense scent, but Yu Jinzhao took a deep, sharp breath of it.

It really smells so good!

Yu Jinzhao pinched herself hard, trying to steady her mind. She kept her voice as level as possible. “Nothing, it’s just… you haven’t dried your hair. It’s not good for your health to leave it wet at night.”

Pei Daowan tucked her hair back nonchalantly. “It’s fine. I’ll dry it after the movie.”

“No!”

Yu Jinzhao’s reaction was sudden and loud, interrupting Pei Daowan. Realizing her abruptness, she immediately softened her tone. “I mean… wet hair really is bad. You’ll get a headache.”

Pei Daowan seemed to smile. The screen light flashed quickly, so Yu Jinzhao didn’t see it clearly. She felt a bit frustrated; she always seemed to miss whether Pei Daowan was actually smiling.

“It’s alright. Don’t worry.”

Pei Daowan’s voice was warm, with that enticing little hook at the end that could make anyone melt. But this time, Yu Jinzhao refused to budge. She stood up abruptly, marched to the bathroom, and returned with a dry towel in hand.

“It has to be dried. Otherwise, you really will get a headache.”

Pei Daowan found it a bit funny. This girl had emphasized “headaches” several times. Did she suffer from them herself because she slept with wet hair?

“You’re so worried about this… is it because you’ve had headaches before?”

Yu Jinzhao pursed her lips and shook her head firmly like a rattle. It was quite cute. “I’ve never had a headache.”

“Then why are you so afraid of me having wet hair?” Pei Daowan’s eyes held a playful glint, her tone teasing.

“It’s exactly because I’ve been obedient since I was little—drying my hair immediately after every wash—that I’ve never had a headache.”

Pfft!

Pei Daowan actually laughed out loud. This was the first time she had shown such an obvious emotional peak in front of Yu Jinzhao. This time, Yu Jinzhao clearly saw the corners of her mouth lift and the ends of her phoenix eyes flutter.

Yu Jinzhao swore she had never known a laugh could sound so beautiful—more genuine and melodious than any voice she had ever heard.

Pei Daowan’s gaze softened. She looked at Yu Jinzhao, the mirth pooling in her eyes. “Such an obedient, good child…”

Hearing this, Yu Jinzhao’s face turned red. She really was “obedient” when it came to certain strange, small things.

“Anyway, the hair needs drying!” Yu Jinzhao hadn’t forgotten her goal, remaining stubborn about the towel.

“Alright, alright. But I’m watching the movie right now, and it’s a critical part. I don’t want to be distracted.”

Yu Jinzhao hadn’t been paying attention, but she knew the climax was indeed approaching. She wouldn’t want to be disturbed during a movie either. The two stared at each other, neither suggesting they just hit the pause button.

Finally, Yu Jinzhao compromised, taking a step back. “If you don’t mind… can I dry it for you?”

The smile in Pei Daowan’s eyes faded slightly, replaced by a look of deep intrigue.

“You’re not going to watch the movie?” Before Yu Jinzhao could answer, she continued, “Or do you think the movie I chose isn’t good? You don’t like it? Hmm~?”

That final “hmm” was drawn out, nearly pulling Yu Jinzhao’s heart right out of her chest.

Yu Jinzhao denied it frantically. “No, no! I can multi-task. I know what’s going on in the story. It won’t stop me from watching…”

In reality, no matter what was on the screen, Yu Jinzhao wouldn’t have the heart for it. Her mind was full of Pei Daowan. Even when she wasn’t looking at her, she was thinking of her.

Pei Daowan decided not to make things difficult. She turned back around, settled into her seat, and said, “Then dry it.”

Yu Jinzhao let out a little chuckle. Her expression was like a concubine who had been widowed for years and was suddenly summoned by the Emperor to serve; she radiated an excitement she desperately tried—and failed—to suppress.

“I’ll be very gentle. I won’t hurt you, don’t worry.”

Pei Daowan couldn’t help but roll her eyes. How delicate and fragile does she think I am? As if drying hair could cause pain.

Yu Jinzhao’s expression was reverent. Her movements as she touched the hair were incredibly cautious, as if she were handling a priceless, fragile artifact.

Suddenly, Pei Daowan felt a bit awkward. It’s just drying hair, is there a need for such a posture?

Instinctively, she regretted it. Maybe she shouldn’t have let Yu Jinzhao do this. She should have refused. But as she thought this, she realized Yu Jinzhao’s touch really was light—not just in appearance, but she was truly treating her with immense gentleness.

She could feel Yu Jinzhao’s slender fingers gathering the strands without actually grazing her scalp, the towel pressing against her hair, rubbing downward bit by bit to draw out the moisture.

The refusal died in her throat. She couldn’t take advantage of Yu Jinzhao’s kindness only to hurt her again and again. Pei Daowan’s eyelashes fluttered. She, too, lost the heart to watch the movie.

Her entire sense of touch seemed concentrated on her scalp. She could feel the dry towel gradually becoming damp, becoming even softer than before, while Yu Jinzhao’s technique became increasingly skilled.

Has she dried hair for others like this before?

For some reason, this thought popped into her head. For a moment, it felt like an ant crawling over her heart—unnoticeable, yet leaving a faint, sour tingle. She didn’t find Yu Jinzhao “gentle” anymore; she actually felt a bit annoyed. Her voice turned somewhat sarcastic.

“Great technique. Have you done this many times for others?”

Yu Jinzhao didn’t seem to catch the tone. She nodded instinctively, then realized Pei Daowan couldn’t see her. “When I was home, I’d dry my mom’s hair. Occasionally, I’d dry the puppy’s fur, too.”

Hmph!

“And what am I now? In your eyes, am I like your mother, or the puppy?”

Yu Jinzhao laughed softly, her eyes narrowing. “You’re not like anyone else, and you’re certainly not a puppy. You are Pei Daowan.”

Something in that sentence pleased Pei Daowan. Yu Jinzhao felt the woman’s posture relax significantly; her shoulders lost their tension.

If I really had to use a metaphor, you’re probably more like a kitten, Yu Jinzhao thought, though she didn’t dare say it out loud.

At this moment, Pei Daowan did look like a satisfied cat. Her eyes were half-closed, her head resting back against the chair, completely relaxed as she let Yu Jinzhao serve her.

Seeing that Pei Daowan was enjoying the service, Yu Jinzhao grew bolder. she tried testing the waters: “My massage technique is pretty good, too.”

Pei Daowan made a soft sound: “Mm-hmm?”

Yu Jinzhao took that as a green light. “It’s a technique I developed from giving my mom massages. Absolute bliss.”

This wasn’t an empty boast. Yu Jinzhao had always been meticulous and had great manual dexterity. Such small tasks were easy for her.

She set aside the towel. Her fingers threaded through the hair, slowly making contact with the scalp. Yu Jinzhao applied pressure, released, applied, and released again.

The friction between hair and scalp made a soft rustling sound. She moved down the meridians toward the neck and shoulders.

She had to admit, Pei Daowan had a magnificent body—not just her features, but her posture was upright and dignified. Her shoulders were the perfect “straight shoulders” that many people dreamed of.

Yu Jinzhao applied a bit more pressure. She could feel the skin beneath her palms warming up, and she could see a faint flush appearing.

“Is this pressure okay?”

Pei Daowan was indeed enjoying it. She had completely given up on the movie. With her eyes half-lidded and her neck tilted back, she was in a state of complete trust and relaxation.

“You can go a bit lower… and a bit harder.”

Hearing this request, Yu Jinzhao’s breathing hitched. Any lower and I’ll have to lift the pajamas… I’m already at the shoulder blades.