When the Scumbag A Got the Dog-Licking Script - Chapter 20

The question was abrupt. Yu Jinzhao likely didn’t realize that saying such a thing here was practically flirting.

In the past, Pei Daowan would have given anyone who spoke to her like that a cold glare. But Yu Jinzhao’s voice was so pure, devoid of any malicious intent.

Pei Daowan couldn’t help but tilt her head, studying Yu Jinzhao in the darkness. Having never studied art, she lacked the vocabulary to describe Yu Jinzhao’s specific coloring. She simply felt that the night was a nuisance, obscuring her view.

With that thought, she casually flipped the nearby switch. Click! Warm, yellow light flooded the room.

Caught off guard, the admiration and awe still lingering in Yu Jinzhao’s eyes were now laid bare before Pei Daowan.

In that instant, Pei Daowan felt as if she were glimpsing Yu Jinzhao’s soul. There was truly no impropriety or malice in her gaze—those eyes were impossibly pure. Even after observing countless people, Pei Daowan had rarely encountered such a gaze.

She suddenly found herself believing that Yu Jinzhao was a good person—good in every sense of the word. Such eyes could only belong to someone truly virtuous.

But along with this realization came a faint, inexplicable restlessness. She couldn’t discern any other emotions in those eyes—only admiration and appreciation for beauty, devoid of any selfish desires or lust.

“Are you very curious about this?” Pei Daowan asked, her gaze fixed on Yu Jinzhao.

Under Pei Daowan’s intense scrutiny, Yu Jinzhao nodded shyly. Though she had diligently studied everything about ABO dynamics, she had never actually seen a pheromone gland before, let alone imagined it could be so beautiful.

Pei Daowan smiled, a different smile from before. This one carried a hint of captivating allure, her eyes and brows radiating a seductive charm.

“My pheromone gland is indeed quite beautiful,” Pei Daowan said, a touch of pride in her voice.

It wasn’t vanity; she simply had every right to say so.

Yu Jinzhao didn’t doubt it for a moment. She pursed her lips, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Sensing Yu Jinzhao’s unspoken thoughts, Pei Daowan, in a rare moment of good humor, lowered her voice and coaxed gently, “What do you want to say? Go ahead.”

Feeling that wasn’t enough, she added, “I won’t get angry.”

With Pei Daowan’s permission, Yu Jinzhao took a deep breath and finally voiced her innermost thoughts.

“May I ask you to be my model?”

Pei Daowan froze, momentarily taken aback. She had expected Yu Jinzhao to ask something else—perhaps to examine her glands again. She had even secretly suspected Yu Jinzhao of having ulterior motives.

But this simple request caught her completely off guard. Seeing Pei Daowan’s stunned expression, Yu Jinzhao quickly backtracked, thinking she had overstepped. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. No worries, I just blurted it out.”

“No, it’s fine. I agree. When would you like to start?”

Yu Jinzhao’s eyes visibly lit up. Pei Daowan couldn’t help but wonder if Yu Jinzhao’s eyes truly glowed, they would probably outshine the sunlight right now.

“Could we start right now?”

“Sure, you can arrange me however you like~”

Arrange me however you like!

Yu Jinzhao’s breath caught at Pei Daowan’s words. Though she had no ulterior motives, she was still attracted to women. Did Pei Daowan even realize the sheer power of that phrase?

“Why are you still standing there? Snap out of it! Where do you want to paint?”

“Could we use the balcony in your bedroom?”

Pei Daowan hesitated for a moment. Inviting Yu Jinzhao to her bedroom balcony meant letting her into her private space—a space no outsider had ever entered before.

Yet she couldn’t bear to dampen Yu Jinzhao’s enthusiasm. On one hand, her intuition told her this was an excellent opportunity to win Yu Jinzhao over. On the other hand, Yu Jinzhao looked so utterly guileless at that moment that refusing her felt like a violation of natural justice.

Ah, beauty can be so misleading, Pei Daowan sighed inwardly. How could I never have noticed how attractive Yu Jinzhao is before?

“Alright,” she agreed.

Yu Jinzhao’s emotions now shone vividly on her face, her eyebrows dancing with unrestrained joy.

“Pei Daowan, you’re the best!”

Watching Yu Jinzhao’s heartfelt praise, Pei Daowan couldn’t help but find it amusing. Is this all it takes to impress her? she thought. She’s so naive!

Still, it was for the best. It would save her trouble. She’d always disliked scheming people, and Yu Jinzhao’s combination of simplicity and intelligence made her exactly the kind of person Pei Daowan preferred. Excellent.

Pei Daowan couldn’t resist stepping closer, closing the distance between them until they were only inches apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Yu Jinzhao instinctively held her breath, afraid of startling Pei Daowan. Pei Daowan looked too beautiful at that moment, like an angel fallen to earth, and Yu Jinzhao feared that any sudden movement might make her vanish.

“Close your eyes!”

At Pei Daowan’s command, Yu Jinzhao obediently shut her eyes, her compliance absolute.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect!

Seeing Yu Jinzhao being so obedient, Pei Daowan began to brazenly scrutinize her. Not bad, she thought. Her nose is straight and high, even higher than mine. Sword-like eyebrows and bright, piercing eyes—sharp yet warm.

“Yu Jinzhao, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Yu Jinzhao couldn’t see Pei Daowan’s expression, but she could feel the warm breath on her cheek. They were so close that a tingling sensation ran through her.

She caught a whiff of that cool fragrance again, this time stronger than before, stirring a restless feeling within her. Even the back of her neck seemed to grow warm.

Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded shyly. Having been pursued by both boys and girls since childhood, she was well aware of her looks, though she’d never particularly cared about them.

But today, she found herself feeling grateful for her appearance. If Pei Daowan is asking this, does it mean she likes my looks? At least she doesn’t find them repulsive!

The more Pei Daowan studied Yu Jinzhao, the more she realized how utterly different she was from the person she’d known before. They shared only a superficial resemblance; their temperaments were worlds apart.

Yu Jinzhao was calm and composed, meticulous in her work, and neither arrogant nor impatient. Yet in private, she was pure and shy—a striking contrast that only deepened Pei Daowan’s fascination.

It had been many years since she had encountered someone as genuinely pure as Yu Jinzhao. Though she appeared intelligent, Yu Jinzhao was actually quite clumsy and endearingly foolish.

Her fingers hovered a hair’s breadth from Yu Jinzhao’s brow, and she noticed the fine downy hairs trembling slightly.

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

As the words faded, all sensation vanished. The angel had departed.

Yu Jinzhao instinctively gasped for air, her eyes darting to Pei Daowan, who now stood half a meter away.

Just now…

Did she touch me?

Seeing Yu Jinzhao’s flustered and awkward demeanor, Pei Daowan turned away with a smile. “Go get ready. I’ll be waiting for you on the balcony.”

Yu Jinzhao shook her head vigorously and rushed to the bathroom, splashing water forcefully on her face. The loud slapping sounds even reached Pei Daowan on the balcony.

Moments later, Yu Jinzhao reappeared at her bedroom door, carrying paints and a canvas. When she first entered, she still seemed a bit stiff, her gaze fixed straight ahead, avoiding any wandering glances.

Yu Jinzhao didn’t look around deliberately, but her peripheral vision took in the general layout of the room, which matched Yu Jinzhao’s expectations.

Pei Daowan’s room was remarkably simple, with few personal belongings—likely all packed away. The decor was minimalist, almost like a guest room.

Stepping onto the balcony, Yu Jinzhao realized it was much larger than she had imagined. Below stretched a sea of twinkling lights, and she could even see evening boats gliding along the river.

In one corner of the balcony stood a flower bed, its peonies blooming in vibrant splendor—the only splash of color in the otherwise muted space.

“How should I pose?” Yu Jinzhao asked softly, finding a suitable spot to set down her easel and paints.

“Can you pose as you were the night I first saw you?”

Yu Jinzhao didn’t specify which night, but Pei Daowan immediately recalled the evening Yu Jinzhao had inadvertently caught her smoking on the balcony.

“Do I need to light a cigarette?”

“No, just light it.”

Pei Daowan keenly sensed a hint of resistance in Yu Jinzhao’s tone—a rare occurrence, given how obedient Yu Jinzhao had been so far.

Realizing the problem, Pei Daowan asked directly, “You don’t like me smoking?”

Yu Jinzhao froze, then shook her head before nodding, stammering, “It’s not that I don’t like smoking… I have no right to interfere with your choices. It’s just… smoking isn’t good for your health…”

As soon as she said it, Yu Jinzhao regretted her words. Pei Daowan was an adult—did she really need to be told that smoking was bad for her health? Wasn’t this just a roundabout way of saying she didn’t like it?

“Mm, I know. I’ll gradually quit. I won’t smoke in front of you again.”

“That’s not what I meant… I…”

Pei Daowan casually cut her off. “I understand. I’m not angry. You don’t need to explain so much. Let’s start painting, or the cigarette will burn out and I’ll have to light another one.”

“Okay!”

Yu Jinzhao swiftly spread out her canvas, arranged her tools, and glanced up to carefully observe Pei Daowan. This was the first time she could openly study her, under the guise of painting.

Emotions surged like a mountain valley suddenly opened to a relentless gale. Her heart raced, her gaze unfocused, her eyes saw Pei Daowan, yet not quite.

Her heart raced, her palms grew clammy, and her breathing slowed. The hand holding the brush felt sticky even before she made her first stroke, as she stared at Pei Daowan with unwavering intensity, as if gazing upon a deity.

The evening breeze gently stirred Pei Daowan’s long hair, each strand seeming cherished as it floated lightly. Yu Jinzhao caught that faint, cool fragrance again, this time like blooming roses mingled with fresh mint.

Pei Daowan didn’t look at Yu Jinzhao; her gaze was fixed on empty space, appearing hazy and distant from Yu Jinzhao’s perspective, tinged with an inexplicable vulnerability.

Pei Daowan’s aura was undeniably complex. Though her demeanor was aloof and imposing—her expressionless face almost inhumanly cold—she sometimes revealed a unique, captivating allure.

Her eyebrows, like distant mountain peaks, were slender and slightly upturned, hinting at a stubborn, solitary coldness. Her eyes, like bottomless mist, obscured her true depths, making it impossible to see clearly or touch her heart. They were both passionate and icy—Yu Jinzhao’s genuine impression.

Though her gaze held no warmth, merely sweeping indifferently over her surroundings with an air of aloof superiority, Yu Jinzhao found her entire being captivated.

Aphrodite herself couldn’t be more mesmerizing, she thought.