What Should I Do if My Best Friend Is a Green Tea? [Transmigrated Into a Book]

In the bathroom, Pei Yubai was nearly losing his mind.

He was going to kill that stupid dog! Once the show wrapped up, he would absolutely murder that idiotic mutt!

Pei Yubai scrubbed his scalp furiously, his skin tingling as strands of hair fell out by the hundreds. Finally rinsing away the stench of dog urine, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.

The production team had booked the entire ski resort, leaving the slopes nearly deserted.

The bathroom was just as quiet. As Pei Yubai emerged to change, he spotted a staff member from the crew rushing toward him.

Pei Yubai recognized him—Assistant Liu, who worked under Yan Xi’s PD.

Assistant Liu’s uniform was splattered with food stains. He had been trailing Yan Xi’s shoot all day and had only just managed to grab a hot meal. In his haste, he’d spilled his food all over himself and now needed to rinse it off in the bathroom.

The lockers at the ski resort required a cash deposit, but Assistant Liu hadn’t brought any money.

"Second Young Master Pei," Assistant Liu whispered, "could you keep an eye on my things for a bit? I’ll just rinse off quickly—five minutes tops!"

Pei Yubai was drying his hair. "Leave them on the chair. I’ll watch them."

Assistant Liu was overjoyed. The sticky food residue was unbearable—he felt like he’d been marinated in it.

"Thank you, Second Young Master Pei!"

He stripped off his stained clothes and dashed into the shower.

At the sink, Pei Yubai continued blow-drying his hair when suddenly, a voice crackled from Assistant Liu’s walkie-talkie.

Film and variety show crews still used these devices. Though most had switched to phones for communication, Director Yu had dug out the old radios, worried about the poor signal in the remote Queen’s City Ski Resort.

Pei Yubai picked up the walkie-talkie and heard Director Yu’s voice.

"Assistant Liu? You copy? The resort just warned us about an incoming snowstorm. Notify Yan Xi’s team—they’ve got one hour to wrap up filming."

"Hello? Assistant Liu? Did you get that?"

A sly glint flashed in Pei Yubai’s eyes.

He pressed the PTT button and lowered his voice. "Copy that. Over."

Assistant Liu was quick, barely rinsing off the grease before wrapping a towel around himself and hurrying out. It was still work hours, after all—he couldn’t afford to dawdle.

After changing into fresh clothes and gathering his belongings, he thanked Pei Yubai again before rushing back to his team.

From start to finish, Pei Yubai hadn’t said another word.

---

Freshly showered and dressed in clean ski gear, Pei Yubai stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the resort’s lounge. Outside, an endless expanse of white stretched to the horizon, the sky and earth merging into a bone-chilling monochrome. In the distance, dark storm clouds churned ominously, creeping closer.

Despite ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‍the brewing tempest, Pei Yubai was in high spirits. Just as he was about to head out to join Zhou Qingyu, a pained groan caught his attention.

He turned to see Ye Luoyi limping toward him, leaning heavily on her ski poles. With no cameras around, Pei Yubai immediately rushed to her side.

"Luoyi, what happened?"

Ye Luoyi looked up at him with teary eyes, her expression fragile. "I don’t know how to ski… I twisted my ankle."

"Where’s Pei Hanli? Weren’t you paired with him? Why didn’t he take you to the clinic?"

"I couldn’t trouble CEO Pei with something so minor," Ye Luoyi said hurriedly. "Yubai, don’t worry about me. Shouldn’t you be with Qingyu?"

She lowered her gaze, her voice tinged with sadness. "Go to her. I’ll manage on my own…"

Pei Yubai’s heart ached. The woman he loved was hurt, yet he couldn’t even stay by her side—instead, he had to tend to someone he didn’t care about!

Without another word, he scooped Ye Luoyi into his arms. "I’m taking you to the clinic."

Ye Luoyi gasped as her feet left the ground, instinctively looping her arms around his neck.

This was their first intimate contact since the show began. Pei Yubai could feel her warm breath against his skin, the delicate fragrance of her perfume enveloping him. His pulse quickened, pounding like the frenetic beat of a nightclub drum.

Unable to resist, he leaned down to kiss her.

Ye Luoyi turned her face away, cheeks flushing. "Second Young Master… not here."

Her shyness only fueled his desire. A fire ignited in Pei Yubai’s gut, an insistent itch that demanded satisfaction.

"Fine. We’ll find somewhere private later."

Carrying her all the way to the resort’s medical clinic, Pei Yubai gently set her down on the bed and examined her ankle.

The air between them grew thick, charged with unspoken tension.

Neither noticed the hand that quietly turned the lock on the clinic door.

---

Meanwhile—

Pei Hanli carved through the snowdrifts, cutting across the slopes until he reached Zhou Qingyu’s section.

On the jump platform, he spotted her—a vision of grace as she danced down the mountain, sunlight gilding her like a golden sprite. Her skis traced elegant arcs in the powder, the spray of snow shimmering like ribbons of silk in her wake.

The sight was breathtaking.

—If only that buffoon Yaozu wasn’t flailing behind her like an overexcited seal.

Pei Hanli’s sharp gaze softened as he watched Zhou Qingyu.

The PD, struggling to keep up with his camera, wheezed, "CEO Pei, you can’t just barge into this zone! It’s against the rules!"

Pei Hanli shrugged. "What rules? My partner vanished, so I came looking. Ended up here. Problem?"

The PD opened his mouth to argue, but his assistant tugged his sleeve. "That’s CEO Pei. Maybe let it slide…"

Rules were flexible, especially when the man bending them was the one who’d proposed this partner-swap segment in the first place. Even Director Yu tread carefully around him.

Wisely, the PD shut his mouth.

Pei Hanli adjusted his silver goggles, planted his poles, and launched off the 45-degree ramp. The sheer drop meant nothing to him—he converted the height into pure momentum, slicing through the snow at breakneck speed until he pulled up beside Zhou Qingyu.

She lifted her goggles, squinting against the glare. Even bundled in winter gear, she recognized him instantly.

"Pei Hanli? Aren’t you supposed to be with Ye Luoyi?"

Pei Hanli executed a showy spin, displaying his skills like a peacock fanning its feathers, before gliding to a perfect stop in front of her.

"No idea where she went," he said breezily. "Where’s your travel consultant? Shouldn’t he be here?"

"Who cares."

The memory of Pei Yubai getting drenched in Yaozu’s urine still amused Zhou Qingyu. She hoped he was scrubbing himself raw—the longer he stayed gone, the better.

Pei Hanli arched a brow. "You’re not going to look for him?"

"He’s not worth the effort."

"What a coincidence," Pei Hanli said, "I don’t want to find my partner either. How about we team up instead?"

Zhou Qingyu gave Pei Hanli a long, deep look.

After a moment of consideration, she laughed, her voice as clear and melodious as a silver bell.

"Sure!"

Meanwhile, at the beginner's ski slope—

Yan Xi had no idea that her young mistress had already caught the attention of the story's main antagonist. Eager to complete the partner-swapping task, she was still struggling to learn how to ski.

The wound from being accidentally pinched by the car door the night before had scabbed over, barely affecting her skiing. Zhou Yanci had given her plenty of tips, all of which she had memorized.

But theory and practice were two entirely different things.

After yet another attempt, she barely made it two meters before—plop!—she face-planted straight into a snowdrift.

Zhou Yanci: "..."

He rubbed his temples in exasperation. This didn’t make sense. He remembered Yan Xi being sharp-witted—how could she still not get the hang of it after so long? How hard could skiing be? Harder than acing the physics section of the college entrance exam?

But for Yan Xi, it seemed that was indeed the case.

She understood the theory perfectly, but her execution was a disaster.

The two of them moved forward—or rather, Yan Xi slid and tumbled her way down while Zhou Yanci trailed behind, pulling her out of one snow pit after another. What was supposed to be a romantic ski outing had devolved into a bizarre game of "Yan Xi plants herself, Zhou Yanci uproots her."

Gradually, they reached the edge of the beginner’s slope. Beyond this point, the terrain grew steeper and more dangerous, outside the designated ski area.

Zhou Yanci warned her, "Be careful. We should head back soon."

Yan Xi nodded but wasn’t too concerned.

After all, her longest uninterrupted ski run so far hadn’t even exceeded ten meters—how could she possibly go out of bounds?

In the distance, a gale howled as dark clouds loomed closer.

Zhou Yanci sensed the worsening weather. The wind and snow roared around them, reducing visibility drastically. Beyond fifty meters, everything was a blur.

He told Yan Xi to practice on her own for a bit while he swiftly skied over to the production crew.

The PD hadn’t noticed Zhou Yanci approaching, too engrossed in hushed conversation—

"The signal was fine earlier—how did it suddenly cut out?"

"No idea, but the livestream’s been down for a while now, and our phones have no reception either."

"Could the equipment be malfunctioning?"

Zhou Yanci frowned. "Could it be the blizzard interfering with the signal?"

The PD paled. "No way! If there was a blizzard, the ski resort would’ve notified Director Yu, and he would’ve told us!"

The PD, burdened by the heavy camera, couldn’t easily contact Director Yu. He turned to Assistant Liu, who handled communications. "Did you get any updates from Director Yu today?"

Assistant Liu shook his head blankly. "No."

But even as the PD and Assistant Liu dismissed the idea, Zhou Yanci could feel the weather deteriorating rapidly. Their phones had no signal, and the Wi-Fi was dead. He urged Assistant Liu, "Contact Director Yu and ask for an update."

Assistant Liu immediately pulled out the walkie-talkie.

—Even if their phones were useless, the walkie-talkies still worked.

Before Assistant Liu could speak, Director Yu’s frantic voice crackled through, broken by static:

"Assistant Liu… Assistant Liu… Why aren’t you back yet? All the other guests have already returned to the resort’s lodge… Hurry back… The blizzard’s coming… Do you copy?"

At the same time, Zhou Yanci saw it—a monstrous wall of snow and wind, like a white beast, roaring toward them. The gale whipped icy pellets against their faces, stinging like knives, and visibility plummeted.

His heart lurched as he whipped his head toward Yan Xi.

She had already skied over thirty meters away, still picking up speed.

The blizzard was nearly upon her, but she remained oblivious, her voice bright with excitement:

"Zhou Yanci! I finally got it—look, I can ski now!"

She had already crossed beyond the safe zone of the ski area.

Zhou Yanci’s pulse hammered in his throat. "Yan Xi! The blizzard’s here! Get back now!"

Only then did Yan Xi realize the danger. The world around her had turned into a white abyss, the wind slicing at her skin like tiny blades. She tried to stop, but the slope was too steep, and she was still a novice. The wind howled, and inertia carried her forward uncontrollably.

Within seconds, the blizzard swallowed her whole.

The crew panicked. Visibility was now less than twenty meters—they couldn’t even see where Yan Xi had gone. If something happened to a guest during filming… what would happen to the show?

Then, a dark figure shot forward like a blade.

Zhou Yanci plunged into the storm without hesitation, his speed terrifying as he vanished into the white chaos just as quickly as Yan Xi had.

The PD and the rest of the crew stood frozen.

One guest lost wasn’t bad enough… now Zhou Yanci was gone too?

Director Yu’s voice crackled through the walkie-talkie again:

"Assistant Liu… The blizzard’s here… What’s your status?"

The PD took the device, his hands shaking. "Director Yu… We have a problem. A huge problem."

---

Yan Xi was in complete disarray.

She had just learned how to glide—she had no clue how to stop. The world was a blur of white, the slope unforgiving, and she could feel herself accelerating uncontrollably. The wind wasn’t just wind anymore—it was the scythe of death itself.

She mentally reviewed the braking techniques Zhou Yanci had taught her, but her limbs were numb from the cold, refusing to cooperate.

At this rate, she’d only go faster. If she didn’t stop soon, she’d be lost in the wilderness, making rescue impossible.

Gritting her teeth, she abandoned all technique and threw herself sideways.

Her body slammed into the snow, the soft powder cushioning the impact—but her momentum was too strong. She tumbled downward, rolling helplessly.

After what felt like an eternity, the terrain ahead suddenly became clear.

A massive boulder loomed in her path, an immovable obstacle directly in her way.

Yan Xi cursed inwardly, dropped her ski poles, and wrapped her arms tightly around her head.

Just as she braced for impact, Zhou Yanci came flying down the slope.

With a sharp turn, his skis veered onto the boulder, the friction from the rough surface slowing him down. The force of the collision shattered his skis, dissipating the energy of his descent.

He lunged forward, wrapping himself around Yan Xi as they crashed onto the other side of the rock.

The untouched snowfield was littered with jagged stones, biting into their skin. Zhou Yanci held Yan Xi tightly, shielding her from the rough ground as they rolled to a stop.

His once-pristine jacket was now torn and filthy, streaked with dirt and snow. But he ignored it, his hands immediately cupping Yan Xi’s face.

"Yan Xi! Yan Xi!"

Yan Xi passed out.

Zhou Yanci checked her body. Aside from a few thin scratches on her cheek, there were no other injuries. She had likely fainted from the intense stress and fear.

Zhou Yanci let out a relieved sigh.

The wind still howled violently outside, reducing visibility to less than ten meters.

He wasn’t sure how far they had slid down the slope, but they couldn’t be too far from the ski resort. Staying put would mean freezing to death.

Zhou Yanci lifted Yan Xi onto his back and began searching for shelter from the storm.

...

"Drip…"

"Drip…"

In a daze, Yan Xi opened her eyes.

The first thing she saw was the high, arched ceiling of a cave. The irregular entrance was jagged with protruding rocks, and the rough walls were slick with moisture. The air was damp and cold, tinged with the scent of earth.

Yet, Yan Xi felt warm.

Zhou Yanci had wrapped her in his arms, shielding her from the freezing cold with his own body heat.

She looked up and saw his closed eyes, his long lashes dusted with frost.

Hadn’t she been about to crash into a boulder before blacking out? Had he saved her?

Zhou Yanci’s jacket was torn, and the wound on his ankle had reopened, blood seeping into the fabric of his pants before drying stiff.

Yan Xi’s nose stung, her eyes turning red.

Why did he have to save her? He was already injured—what kind of hero was he trying to be? She was just an extra in this story! At worst, she’d have broken a bone, but he… didn’t he know how fragile his own life was?

She shook him lightly. "Zhou Yanci? Zhou Yanci?"

His body was still warm, but his exposed fingers were icy.

Panic surged in her chest. "Zhou Yanci, wake up! Don’t scare me like this!"

When he didn’t respond, tears spilled down her cheeks.

Suddenly, his hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.

"Quiet. I’m not dead yet."

Yan Xi froze, then leaned in closer. Zhou Yanci slowly opened his eyes—amber irises glinting like polished snow beneath his frost-tipped lashes. His voice was weak but steady.

"Save your energy. Wait for the rescue team."

Relief washed over her.

"You scared me half to death!"

Despite the dire situation, amusement flickered in his gaze.

"Worried about me?"

"Of course I was!" she snapped.

Zhou Yanci’s smile deepened.

Outside, the storm raged on, the wind battering against the cave walls with terrifying force.

Yan Xi’s heart pounded. "Do you think the rescue team will find us?"

Zhou Yanci reassured her, "We’re not far from the resort. The crew saw which direction we went. Even with the storm, they’ll locate us within half a day."

Under normal circumstances, that would be true.

Yan Xi knew that if the heir of the Zhou family went missing, the rescue teams would spare no effort.

But what if… the plot interfered?

An unexpected blizzard, two people trapped in a cave—it was all too convenient. If the rescuers got lost and arrived a couple of days late, Zhou Yanci could freeze to death.

"Got another plan?" Zhou Yanci asked.

Yan Xi blinked, then pulled a small yellow emergency beacon from her inner pocket. She pressed the distress button.

"Done!"

Zhou Yanci raised a brow. "You brought this to a variety show?"

Yan Xi hesitated. She hadn’t planned to, but knowing Zhou Yanci would be here, she’d borrowed it from the Royal Hotel manager that morning.

If she were the plot, this was exactly where she’d strike.

But explaining that was impossible.

"Just grabbed it as a precaution," she mumbled.

...

With the beacon activated, all they could do was wait.

Yan Xi curled up against Zhou Yanci’s chest. The cave’s limited oxygen meant no fire—they had only each other’s warmth.

Strangely, despite her fear, being in his arms made her feel safe.

"Zhou Yanci," she whispered, "I’m glad you’re okay."

He sighed. "You’re the one who almost hit a rock. Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself?"

"We’re different."

I’m just a side character—worst case, I break a bone. But you… you could die.

At least, you’re alive.

Zhou Yanci only heard her first sentence before she fell silent. He glanced down to see her trembling slightly, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.

His throat tightened.

That destructive urge stirred inside him again.

Almost instinctively, he tugged off his glove, cupping the back of her head as he leaned down to kiss away her tears.

His tongue flicked lightly against her damp lashes, making her shiver.

Despite the subzero cold, Yan Xi’s face burned. Her ears turned scarlet.

"Zhou Yanci," she stammered, "next time… don’t save me. Your life matters more. I’ll be fine—"

He barely listened, his lips trailing from her eyelids to the tip of her nose, then finally capturing her mouth.

Soft at first, then deeper—alternating between gentle kisses and hungry nips.

Yan Xi’s breath hitched, her pulse racing.

When his fingers dug into her waist, she gasped, and he took advantage, his tongue sliding past her lips.

Her hands pressed weakly against his chest—her last shred of resistance crumbling as the kiss grew more feverish.

Outside, the storm raged, the wind like a beast devouring all warmth. But inside that tiny cave, the heat between them was unbearable.

A drop of sweat rolled down Zhou Yanci’s throat. Despite his sickly pallor, Yan Xi found him unbearably attractive right now.

By the time he finally let her come up for air, she was dizzy.

"Stop," she panted, pushing him away.

If this continued… things would escalate.

Zhou Yanci pulled her close again, nuzzling her cheek.

"Still cold?"

His voice was low, smooth and pleasant to the ear.

Yan Xi was speechless. "Is this how you warm someone up?!"

"Don’t like it?" Zhou Yanci's hand rested on her waist. "But your body is burning up."

Yan Xi: !

"That’s enough! I’m not cold anymore! Just stop right there!" Yan Xi hurriedly said.

Zhou Yanci chuckled. He hadn’t planned to do anything more—it was freezing outside, and they were in the middle of nowhere. Not the right place.

The two simply lay there quietly, holding each other, feeling warm just like that.

Yan Xi called out to the system in her mind—

"System, this blizzard is related to the plot, isn’t it?"

If it were just an ordinary blizzard, the system should have warned her, but even the system hadn’t known about it.

[Most likely!] The system popped up. [Director Yu checked the weather forecast when choosing this location. Theoretically, there shouldn’t have been any extreme weather this week—who knew a blizzard would hit out of nowhere!]

[By the way, host, what were you doing earlier?]

[My data stream’s been acting up lately, and I just got locked in the penalty box!]

[The other day when you left for Queen’s City, right outside the Zhou residence, I got locked up too! So weird!]

Yan Xi’s face flushed crimson. "Why are you, an AI, so nosy? Stop asking!"