When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 18

Yu Jinzhao was eager to search for the movie, but she overlooked the fact that this wasn’t her original world. The film didn’t exist here, nor did its title.

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

Seeing her reaction, Pei Daowan immediately realized the truth: Yu Jinzhao couldn’t find the movie she wanted to watch.

“I’m sorry, I forgot. Let me search for it.”

Without bothering to dry her hair, Pei Daowan hurried behind Yu Jinzhao, grabbed the mouse, and searched for another film.

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

Pei Daowan’s words were sincere, and she genuinely felt a pang of guilt, even a slight ache in her heart.

At that moment, Yu Jinzhao looked as if she were about to shatter, reminding Pei Daowan of the past. For a fleeting moment, she felt a pang of conscience. Manipulating Yu Jinzhao and comforting her weren’t mutually exclusive.

Originally, Pei Daowan had only wanted to distract Yu Jinzhao from the earlier incident, but she had completely overlooked the possibility that Yu Jinzhao wouldn’t be able to find the movie she wanted to watch.

Pei Daowan crouched down, somewhat forcefully pulled Yu Jinzhao up from the floor, cupped her face, and made her look directly into her eyes.

“My question—can you stop thinking about this? Let me find something to watch, something I like.”

Yu Jinzhao still looked a bit aggrieved, but she nodded obediently, shifted to the side, and made room for Pei Daowan.

The movie Yu Jinzhao had never seen before wasn’t a romance, an arthouse film, or a comedy.

It was a historical war drama. To be honest, Yu Jinzhao wasn’t particularly fond of such films; she disliked their tendency to be overly sentimental.

Pei Daowan watched the movie quietly, unlike Yu Jinzhao, who usually liked to snack while watching.

Her gaze was fixed on the screen, her expression intensely focused, as if she were completely absorbed in the film itself. In contrast, Yu Jinzhao seemed distracted.

This wasn’t just because she rarely watched historical dramas; more importantly, she simply couldn’t concentrate on the movie at all.

Her eyes kept stealing glances at Pei Daowan, especially when Pei Daowan was engrossed in the film. Yu Jinzhao grew bolder, no longer caring if Pei Daowan noticed.

The room was dimly lit, the only light source being the flickering screen that cast alternating shadows across Pei Daowan’s face, stirring Yu Jinzhao’s heart.

Pei Daowan had rushed out without drying her hair. As they sat close together, Yu Jinzhao subtly shifted backward a few inches.

With just a turn of her head, she could see droplets of moisture condensing in Pei Daowan’s hair, soaking her skin. The water beads coalesced and slid down, disappearing into her skin.

The refreshing scent of shampoo mingled with a faint, cool fragrance, invading Yu Jinzhao’s senses.

Despite the humid air, her mouth felt dry. She couldn’t focus on the movie; her entire attention was fixed on that cascade of lustrous hair.

Unconsciously, she frowned slightly. The dampness from Pei Daowan’s hair had gradually soaked a large patch of her silk pajamas, causing the fabric to cling to her skin and revealing a different hue beneath.

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

As if sensing Yu Jinzhao’s gaze, Pei Daowan tilted her head and asked, “What’s wrong?”

The moment Pei Daowan moved, a cool, delicate fragrance filled the air. It wasn’t overpowering, yet Yu Jinzhao inhaled deeply, savoring the scent.

It smells so good!

Yu Jinzhao couldn’t resist pinching herself, struggling to regain her composure. She forced her voice to remain steady as she said, “It’s nothing. You haven’t dried your hair yet, and sleeping with wet hair is bad for you.”

Pei Daowan casually gathered her hair. “It’s fine. I can dry it after the movie.”

“No!” Yu Jinzhao suddenly interrupted, her voice rising with emotion.

Realizing her abruptness, Yu Jinzhao quickly softened her tone. “What I mean is, sleeping with wet hair really isn’t good. It can give you a headache.”

Pei Daowan seemed to smile, but the flickering screen lights made it hard for Yu Jinzhao to be sure. She felt a pang of frustration, realizing she could never quite tell when Pei Daowan was genuinely smiling.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Pei Daowan said, her voice gentle with a hint of playful allure. Anyone hearing it would find their heart softening, but this time, Yu Jinzhao refused to be swayed.

She abruptly stood up and strode to the bathroom. When she returned, she held a dry towel.

“You need to dry your hair properly, or you’ll really get a headache.”

Pei Daowan found this a bit amusing. This girl had emphasized the headache thing so many times. Had she suffered from headaches herself after sleeping with wet hair?

“Are you so worried about this because you’ve had headaches before?”

Yu Jinzhao pressed her lips together and shook her head firmly, like a little rattle drum, which Pei Daowan found rather endearing.

“I’ve never had a headache.”

“Then why are you so afraid of me sleeping with wet hair?” Pei Daowan asked, her eyes teasing and her tone slightly mocking.

“Precisely because I’ve always been obedient. I dry my hair immediately after washing it, and that’s why I’ve never had a headache.”

Pfft!

Pei Daowan burst out laughing this time, the first time she’d shown such a clear emotional reaction in front of Yu Jinzhao.

This time, Yu Jinzhao clearly saw the corners of Pei Daowan’s lips curve upward, the ends of her slender eyes tilting upward and trembling slightly…

Yu Jinzhao swore she had never realized how beautiful a person’s laughter could sound—more genuine and captivating than any sound she had ever heard.

Pei Daowan’s gaze softened, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she looked at Yu Jinzhao.

“Such a good, obedient child…”

Hearing this, Yu Jinzhao couldn’t help but blush. She knew she was indeed overly obedient when it came to trivial matters.

“Anyway, you need to dry your hair!” Yu Jinzhao insisted, still focused on her original goal.

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

Though Yu Jinzhao hadn’t been paying close attention to the film, she recognized it was reaching its climax. She knew she wouldn’t want to be interrupted during a movie either.

The two women stared at each other, neither suggesting pausing the film.

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

At this, the amusement in Pei Daowan’s eyes faded slightly, replaced by a more meaningful expression.

“You’re not going to watch the movie anymore?”

Before Yu Jinzhao could answer, Pei Daowan continued, “Or do you think I chose a bad movie? You don’t like it? Hmm~?”

Pei Daowan deliberately drew out the final “嗯~,” nearly making Yu Jinzhao’s heart leap out of her chest.

Yu Jinzhao hastily denied, “No, no! I can multitask! I understand what’s being said, it won’t distract me from the movie…”

In truth, no matter what film was playing, Yu Jinzhao wouldn’t have been able to focus. Her mind was completely occupied by Pei Daowan. Even when her eyes weren’t on Pei, her thoughts were filled with her. How could she possibly concentrate on the movie?

Pei Daowan decided not to tease her further. She turned back around, straightened her posture, and said, “Then go ahead and dry my hair.”

Yu Jinzhao couldn’t help but giggle, her expression resembling that of a concubine who had been widowed for years, suddenly summoned by the emperor to serve him. Her suppressed excitement was palpable.

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

Pei Daowan couldn’t help but roll her eyes. How delicate and fragile do I seem? she thought. As if drying my hair could possibly hurt me!

Yu Jinzhao’s expression was reverent as she carefully stroked Pei Daowan’s hair, treating it as if it were a precious, shattered artifact.

Suddenly, Pei Daowan felt uneasy. It’s just drying my hair, why is she making such a fuss about it?!

Instinctively, she regretted her decision. Maybe I shouldn’t have let Yu Jinzhao dry my hair. I should have refused.

As she thought this, Pei Daowan wanted to voice her refusal, but she could feel Yu Jinzhao’s movements were genuinely gentle, not just putting on a show. Her slender fingers gathered strands of hair without actually touching her scalp, the towel pressed against her hair, gradually rubbing downward to absorb the moisture…

The words she had been about to speak caught in her throat. She couldn’t take advantage of Yu Jinzhao’s kindness to hurt her again and again.

Pei Daowan’s eyelashes trembled slightly. She had lost all interest in the rest of the movie.

It felt as if all her senses had concentrated on her scalp. She could even feel the dry towel gradually dampening, becoming softer than before, while Yu Jinzhao’s technique grew increasingly skilled.

Has she dried someone else’s hair like this before?

The thought suddenly popped into her head, sending a faint, acidic tingling through her heart, like an ant crawling across it—insignificant, yet still unsettling.

Pei Daowan didn’t find Yu Jinzhao particularly gentle; in fact, she was starting to dislike her a little, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Your technique is quite impressive. Have you done this for others often?”

Yu Jinzhao, seemingly oblivious to Pei Daowan’s tone, nodded unconsciously. Then she realized Pei Daowan hadn’t turned around and couldn’t see her nod.

“When I was home, I used to dry my mother’s hair. Occasionally, I’d also dry our family dog’s fur.”

Hmph!

“So, what am I to you now? Do I remind you of your mother, or am I just another dog?”

Yu Jinzhao smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You’re like no one else, and certainly not a dog. You’re Pei Daowan.”

Something in Yu Jinzhao’s words pleased Pei Daowan. Yu Jinzhao could feel her relax visibly, her shoulders loosening. She had been quite tense just moments before.

If I had to make a comparison, you’re more like a pampered kitten, Yu Jinzhao thought silently, daring not to voice the comparison aloud.

At that moment, Pei Daowan truly resembled a contented kitten being stroked. Her eyes were half-closed, her head resting against the seat, her body completely relaxed as she let Yu Jinzhao tend to her.

Seeing how comfortably Pei Daowan was being pampered, Yu Jinzhao’s courage grew. She couldn’t resist testing the waters. “My massage technique is pretty good too, you know.”

Pei Daowan hummed in response, “Hmm?”

Yu Jinzhao understood the unspoken question. “I developed this technique from massaging my mom so often. It’s absolutely blissful.”

This wasn’t just Yu Jinzhao boasting. She had always been meticulous and skilled with her hands, making such tasks effortless.

Removing the towel, she threaded her fingers through Pei Daowan’s hair, gently contacting her scalp. Yu Jinzhao applied pressure, released, applied pressure again, and released—repeating the rhythm.

The soft rustling of hair against scalp accompanied her movements as she followed the meridians downward, gradually reaching Pei Daowan’s shoulders and neck. She massaged these areas as well.

One couldn’t help but admire Pei Daowan’s flawless physique. Her skin was exquisite, and her posture was impeccably upright and dignified. Her shoulders were the coveted “straight shoulders” that many envied.

As Yu Jinzhao applied slightly more pressure, she could feel the skin beneath her palm slowly warming and reddening…

“Is this pressure okay?”

Pei Daowan was indeed enjoying the pampering immensely. She had lost all interest in the movie, her eyelids half-closed, her neck arched back in an attitude of complete trust and relaxation.

“A little lower, please, and a bit firmer.”

Hearing this request, Yu Jinzhao couldn’t help but deepen her breathing. Any lower and she’d have to lift Pei Daowan’s nightgown, her hands would be reaching the shoulder blades.