A Scumbag Alpha Gets the Simp’s Script - Chapter 20

This question was incredibly forward. She likely didn’t realize that in this world, saying something like that was almost indistinguishable from flirting.

If it had been anyone else, Pei Daowan would never have shown a pleasant face. However, Yu Jinzhao’s voice was so pure; she sounded entirely devoid of malice or ulterior motives.

Pei Daowan couldn’t help but tilt her head, studying Yu Jinzhao in the dark. She had never studied art and didn’t have a strong perception of color, so she couldn’t describe what “color” Yu Jinzhao was—she only felt that the darkness was inconvenient because she couldn’t see her clearly.

Thinking this, she reached out and flipped the switch next to her. With a click, a warm yellow light filled the room.

Caught off guard, Yu Jinzhao’s expression of admiration and wonder hadn’t yet faded; it was laid bare before Pei Daowan.

In that instant, Pei Daowan felt as if she had glimpsed Yu Jinzhao’s soul. There truly was no offense or lust; those eyes were simply too pure. Despite having met countless people, she had rarely seen eyes like those.

She suddenly began to believe that Yu Jinzhao was a good person—on every level—because such eyes could only belong to someone truly kind.

But following that realization was a flicker of annoyance she couldn’t explain. She saw no other emotion in those eyes; there was appreciation for beauty, but no selfishness or desire for possession.

“Are you very curious about this?”

Under Pei Daowan’s gaze, Yu Jinzhao gave a shy nod. Although she had crammed a lot of knowledge about ABO dynamics, she had never actually seen what a gland looked like, and she hadn’t expected it to be so beautiful.

Pei Daowan smiled. Unlike her previous smiles, this one was full of charm, her eyes and brows radiating an enchanting allure.

“My glands are indeed quite beautiful,” Pei Daowan said with a touch of pride. It wasn’t narcissism; she truly had the capital to say so.

Yu Jinzhao didn’t doubt her for a second. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated.

Sensing that Yu Jinzhao had something on her mind, and being in a decent mood, Pei Daowan lowered her voice and asked coaxingly, “What do you want to say? Go ahead.”

She then added, “I won’t be angry.”

Having received permission, Yu Jinzhao took a deep breath and voiced her thoughts.

“May I invite you to be my model?”

Pei Daowan was stunned. She thought the girl would ask for something else—perhaps to see the glands again. She had been judging a “gentleman” with her own suspicious heart.

She hadn’t expected such a simple request. Seeing Pei Daowan’s dazed expression, Yu Jinzhao thought she had overstepped and hurried to backpedal: “It’s okay if you say no! It’s fine, I was just speaking randomly.”

“It’s no problem. I agree. When do you want to start?”

Yu Jinzhao’s eyes visibly brightened. Pei Daowan thought that if eyes could actually emit light, hers would likely outshine the lamps right now.

“Is right now okay?”

“Sure. You can arrange me however you like~”

Arrange however I like!

Hearing this, Yu Jinzhao’s breath hitched. Even if she had no untoward intentions, she did like women; did Pei Daowan have any idea how much weight that sentence carried?

“Why are you still dazed? Come back to us. Where do you want to paint?”

“Would the balcony in your bedroom be okay?”

Pei Daowan hesitated for a split second. Going to her bedroom balcony meant entering her private space—no outsider had ever entered her room before.

However, she couldn’t bear to dampen Yu Jinzhao’s spirits. Her intuition told her this was a good chance to win her over, and the girl looked so earnest that it felt almost sinful to refuse.

Ah, beauty is a distraction. Why didn’t I notice Yu Jinzhao was good-looking before?

“Okay.”

Yu Jinzhao’s joy was written all over her face. Her eyebrows vividly acted out the meaning of “beaming with delight.”

“Pei Daowan, you’re so nice!”

Hearing the heartfelt praise, Pei Daowan felt a bit amused. This makes me ‘nice’? How simple-minded.

But that was fine; it saved her trouble. She never liked people with too many hidden agendas. Someone like Yu Jinzhao—pure but not stupid—was exactly to her liking.

Pei Daowan took a step forward, closing the distance between them until they were barely inches apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Yu Jinzhao instinctively held her breath, afraid of startling her. Pei Daowan was so beautiful at this moment, like an angel fallen to earth; Yu Jinzhao feared that any sudden movement would make her fly away.

“Close your eyes!”

Hearing the command, Yu Jinzhao shut them tightly, perfectly obedient.

Good, very good.

Seeing how well-behaved she was, Pei Daowan took the liberty of studying her. Her nose was straight—the bridge even higher than her own—and she had a striking, sharp look that didn’t lack warmth.

“Yu Jinzhao, has anyone ever told you that you’re also very good-looking?”

Yu Jinzhao couldn’t see her expression, but she could feel the warm breath on her face. Their proximity sent a wave of tingling through her.

She caught that cold fragrance again, seemingly more intense than before, making her heart restless and the back of her neck feel hot.

Her cheeks burned as she gave a shy, light nod. She had been pursued by both men and women growing up, so she had a realistic understanding of her own looks, though she didn’t usually care much about it.

But today, she felt a surge of gratitude for her appearance. If Pei Daowan was asking this, did it mean she liked the way she looked? At the very least, she didn’t find her repulsive!

The more Pei Daowan studied her, the more she felt this girl was nothing like the person from before. The skin was similar, but their temperaments were worlds apart.

Yu Jinzhao was steady, meticulous, and patient, yet privately shy and pure. This contrast truly piqued Pei Daowan’s interest. It had been years since she’d met someone as genuine as this—looking smart, but actually a bit of a clumsy “silly-sweet.”

She lifted a finger, stopping a hair’s breadth from Yu Jinzhao’s brow, watching the fine fuzz there tremble.

“Alright, stop holding your breath. Do you want to suffocate yourself? Open your eyes.”

As the words fell, the sensation vanished. The angel had moved away.

Yu Jinzhao opened her eyes and exhaled sharply, her gaze stealing a peek at Pei Daowan, who was now standing half a meter away.

Just now… did she touch me?

Looking at Yu Jinzhao’s flustered and clumsy state, Pei Daowan turned and smiled. “Go get ready. I’ll wait for you on the balcony.”

Yu Jinzhao shook her head vigorously and went to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water. The sound of the water was loud enough that Pei Daowan could hear it from the balcony.

A moment later, Yu Jinzhao appeared at the bedroom door with her paints and canvas. She was a bit constrained as she walked in, keeping her eyes fixed straight ahead.

She didn’t stare, but her peripheral vision took in the room. It was as she expected: very simple, with few personal items visible—likely all tucked away. The decor was minimalist, almost like a guest room.

Stepping onto the balcony, Yu Jinzhao found it much larger than she’d anticipated. Below were the lights of ten thousand homes, and she could see the evening boats passing on the river. In the corner was a flower bed where peonies bloomed brilliantly—the only vivid color in the space.

“How should I pose?” Yu Jinzhao asked, setting up her easel and paints.

“Can you pose the way you saw me that night?”

Yu Jinzhao didn’t specify which night, but Pei Daowan instantly remembered the evening she had been smoking on the balcony and was accidentally seen.

“Do you need me to smoke?”

“No need. Just light it.”

Pei Daowan keenly sensed a slight resistance in Yu Jinzhao’s tone. This was rare, considering how obedient she had been. Noticing the issue, Pei Daowan asked directly: “You don’t like me smoking?”

Yu Jinzhao paused, then shook her head and nodded simultaneously, stammering an explanation: “It’s not that I ‘don’t like it.’ I have no right to interfere with your behavior. It’s just… smoking isn’t good for your health…”

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Pei Daowan was an adult; of course she knew it was unhealthy! Saying it like that just made it obvious she didn’t like it!

“Mm, I know. I’ll quit slowly. I won’t smoke in front of you in the future.”

“I didn’t mean it like that… I…”

Pei Daowan interrupted her nonchalantly. “I know what you meant. I’m not angry. No need for so many explanations. Start painting, or the cigarette will burn out and I’ll have to light another.”

“Okay!”

Yu Jinzhao moved quickly to set up her canvas and tools. She looked up to observe Pei Daowan carefully. This was the first time she could look at her openly, under the guise of art.

Her emotions felt like a sealed valley suddenly thrown open; the wind rushed in relentlessly. Her heart felt messy, and she struggled to focus. In her eyes was the woman, yet also something more.

Her heart raced, her palms grew damp, and her breathing slowed. The hand holding the brush felt sticky, and she hadn’t even made the first stroke. she just stared at her, as if gazing at a goddess.

The evening breeze brushed through Pei Daowan’s long hair. Every strand seemed favored by the wind. Yu Jinzhao caught that cold fragrance again—this time like blooming roses mixed with fresh mint.

Pei Daowan didn’t look at Yu Jinzhao. Her gaze fell on the empty air. From Yu Jinzhao’s angle, she looked hazy and blurred, mixed with an undefinable fragility.

Her aura was complex—cold and imposing, even unapproachable when expressionless, yet occasionally radiating a unique allure. Her brows were like distant mountains, slender and slightly upturned with a hint of stubborn isolation. Her eyes were like bottomless mist, making it impossible to see her heart—intense yet icy.

Even though there was no warmth in her gaze as she surveyed her surroundings with an air of superiority, Yu Jinzhao’s entire soul was captivated.

Aphrodite herself couldn’t be more than this.