“Xingyan gege… when you hold me like this, ViVi feels all itchy inside…” Ye Ziwei’s eyes glazed over, her legs stretching out straighter and straighter until they reached deep inside.
Don’t make it sound like you’re flirting…
Pei Xingyan quietly placed her legs back on the floor, then gave an awkward smile and said he was going to buy some drinks.
Ye Ziwei’s little face immediately drooped. She sighed softly, wondering which move wasn’t seductive enough to make Pei Xingyan’s heart flutter.
She thought she was pretty, but Pei Xingyan never looked at her with those worldly eyes. She herself had no talent for seduction—her body wasn’t one to twist and pose coquettishly. She could only be straightforward and crude, simply showing her body to him.
But he didn’t react at all. Could it be that just showing a bit of calf wasn’t revealing enough?
She was troubled but couldn’t make the first move directly. Using drugs to knock him out and then do something… that would definitely backfire.
Ye Ziwei was truly out of ideas. She still hadn’t figured out what part of her Pei Xingyan actually liked…
From this angle, it seemed he wasn’t into legs or feet.
But maybe he was restraining himself. His breathing was noticeably more shallow than usual, and his eyes kept darting around.
Perhaps today’s outfit was too simple. Next time, maybe she should wear a pair of socks—cotton socks, or maybe stockings?
While thinking this, she saw Pei Xingyan return holding two cups of milk tea.
“Here.” He stuck a straw into one cup and handed it to her. “I heard it’s pretty unique. Try it and tell me what you think.”
Ye Ziwei smiled sweetly and took a big gulp. The drink was sickeningly sweet, but the cold ice cubes helped alleviate the cloying sensation.
Sweet things are a special attack on humans—most people feel happy because of them.
Especially since it was from the person she liked most. That made her even happier.
Ye Ziwei sipped on the straw, happy enough to sway her head.
But then a question popped into her mind.
Pei Xingyan didn’t like sweet drinks. How did he even know about this combination?
And he wouldn’t normally hang out at a milk tea shop. How did he think to meet her here?
Suddenly, Ye Ziwei was certain something was off. There was someone else around Pei Xingyan—and it was a girl who liked milk tea.
She lifted her head, her face suddenly devoid of all the earlier softness and sweetness.
Suspicion crept in. She suspected it was that damned woman who taught him these things.
It was a kind of contamination—polluting her lover’s preferences. How could he share tastes with another woman?
Ye Ziwei lightly placed the cup back on the table and pushed it away.
“What’s wrong? Not tasty?” Pei Xingyan noticed the shift in atmosphere and blinked, asking.
“Xingyan gege, it’s delicious~” She tilted her head with a smile.
“Good, good. I was worried it wouldn’t suit your taste,” Pei Xingyan said. “You need to eat more to recover your strength.”
“Okay~” Ye Ziwei subtly shifted her body, moving next to him and blocking his path. Her expression darkened as she suddenly asked, “Then can you tell ViVi, who taught you this?”
Pei Xingyan felt as if a million guns were suddenly pointed at his head. Every hair on his body stood on end.
“D-Do I need someone to teach me this?” He knew his smile was stiff, but he tried hard to keep it. “I just heard it from my roommates before… why do you care?”
“Nothing, just feels a bit strange. You never liked sweet stuff, so how come you ordered such an overwhelmingly sweet drink? And choosing a place like this to meet is weird, right?”
Ye Ziwei leaned forward, inching closer to his eyes.
“What’s strange about it? It’s normal… I just heard friends mention it, so I was curious.” Pei Xingyan’s heart pounded as he tried to understand how Ye Ziwei’s intuition could be so sharp.
Maybe things had been too peaceful lately, and his guard had dropped.
But now, another question gnawed at him: Since it was actually Shen Zhishu who taught him this, why did he instinctively deny it?
He and her seemed to have nothing to do with each other anyway…
“Really?” Ye Ziwei squinted and advanced, cornering Pei Xingyan like a predator driving prey into a dead end.
“Really.”
Pei Xingyan nodded firmly. Although he was nervous, as long as he didn’t admit it, Ye Ziwei could only suspect.
Ye Ziwei glared at him gloomily, closing the distance further, sniffing him like a sniffer dog with even more precision.
“Why do you smell like a woman?” Suddenly, she lifted her head, her eyes hollow as if black liquid was oozing out.
Pei Xingyan felt like his brain was about to explode. He frantically recalled the moment in the office when Shen Zhishu had pressed her hand on him.
No, can such a light touch really leave a scent?
He didn’t know whether to complain about Shen Zhishu’s perfume being too strong, or about Ye Ziwei’s nose being sharper than a dog’s.
Ye Ziwei moved closer and muttered incoherent words, not fierce at all, but enough to set hearts racing. “Xingyan gege, ViVi is really worried about you~ Bad women are everywhere these days, right? ViVi doesn’t want you to be deceived… so stay away from those kinds of bad women, okay?”
“Wh-What women?” He could only continue to deny. “I don’t know anything about women. Maybe you’re smelling wrong?”
Ye Ziwei silently shook her head. She looked like a walking corpse, mechanically moving forward.
“Which bad woman is it? Tell ViVi, okay?” She didn’t listen to any protest, her voice flat and steady. “If someone’s bothering you, ViVi will help you get rid of her.”
That was basically a criminal declaration!
At this point, Pei Xingyan didn’t dare say any woman’s name. He could only desperately shake his head.
This was going to cause a huge problem.
Ye Ziwei closed in, completely filling his field of vision.
“It’s true. Don’t you believe me?” Pei Xingyan still stubbornly denied.
Ye Ziwei gave a vacant smile, as if letting him deny it, she kept advancing.
Suddenly, she felt something poking her. Looking down, she was stunned.
Pei Xingyan thought to himself, this was bad—he cursed himself as a pig.
He had completely forgotten that the little golden bean Su Shanshan gave him was still tied around his wrist.
“What’s… this?” Ye Ziwei smiled oddly, gently cupping his hand.
A bright red string tied to a round golden bean, the pure gold gleaming beautifully—something precious and exquisite.
But now, it looked terrifying, shining with a deadly kind of danger.
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