The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 755 - 752 A Wall Apart (4)

Chapter 755: Chapter 752: A Wall Apart (4)

Chapter 755: Chapter 752: A Wall Apart (4)

Brothers are great, really considerate of him. It’s just that he himself is foolish, having missed the opportunity.

Even if he can’t score now, he should at least take the chance to get closer to her, exchange a few more words, chat about life, aspirations, poems, and songs—anything. Now it’s all a waste!

There’s nothing to be done; feeling melancholic, he can only gaze at the tightly closed door and sigh in vain. The bathroom is accessible from both inside and outside. He has no choice but to brush his teeth and take another shower. He didn’t bring pajamas, but that’s okay; the hotel provides bathrobes anyway.

Once ready, he lay down on the sofa. In such a vintage building, the hotel’s sofas are quite large, measuring about one meter in width. Remembering the storage locker Bo Yan mentioned, he actually looked for it and indeed found Durex. But that had nothing to do with him—he lay back down on the sofa, covering himself with a small quilt.

The curtains were drawn, the room was soundproof, and there were no reporters’ voices in the hallway. The reporters outside didn’t make any noise either; everything was very quiet. But Yifan tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Especially when he smelled her scent pervading the room, the sensation got even more subtle.

After a long, sleepless while, Yifan threw off the quilt, remembering there was alcohol in the suite. He decided to drink a bit to help him sleep. Just as he got up, the door gently moved, and then Shang Feifei came out in her pajamas, seeing him sitting up, both were taken aback.

Thankfully, Yifan’s mind didn’t short-circuit at that moment, and he asked, “Can’t sleep?”

Shang Feifei hesitated for a second, then nodded.

“I can’t sleep either.” He walked over to the bar with ease, found a bottle of whiskey, “Do you want a drink?”

Shang Feifei hesitated again but didn’t move. He didn’t insist—after all, it’s not good for a man to urge a woman to drink. Nevertheless, he prepared two crystal glasses, and got some ice cubes from the fridge next to him intended for guests.

Just as he poured a glass for himself, footsteps approached, and Yifan added ice cubes to her glass and poured a drink.

The two sat at the bar, no one speaking, slowly sipping their drinks.

Maybe the alcohol had relaxed him, because Yifan’s previous tension in front of her was gone. He took a sip from his glass, then shook his head, “This Black Forest, really doesn’t taste good. But bad liquor has its advantages—it’s hard to drink, so you drink less of it.”

Shang Feifei asked, “Do you know a lot about alcohol?”

“I own a bar…” No sooner had he finished speaking than Yifan contradicted himself. He knew Shang Feifei liked refined and cultured types. He’d left the bar to others to manage while he worked, but playing the elite didn’t suit him, and he seemed more like a profligate.

But Shang Feifei laughed. She could tell that what Yifan was saying was true. Anyway, he felt that he had no hopes with Shang Feifei, and this made him relax more, “My dad hopes I do a respectable job, but the family business will definitely go to my brother, so what’s the use of trying? Just like Bo, so outstanding, yet the family fortune doesn’t involve him. As long as my brother and dad are there, I won’t starve. So I do what I want—I opened a bar and play heavy metal.”

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“That’s nice, everyone has their way of living.” It’s not bad being a profligate—as long as there’s someone in the family willing to support him. Unlike herself who had worked so hard for so many years, only to end up being a laughing stock today.

“Actually, I’ve met someone like you before. It was my ex-girlfriend—caught cheating on our anniversary, with a scumbag, and it happened right in my bar.”