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But the moment Lin Xiaoyue lunged forward, Pei Yansheng dodged without hesitation. Lin Xiaoyue, whose legs were weak, missed her target and staggered, barely managing to stand by holding onto the bookshelf next to her.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door!

"Xiaoyue, are you home?"

It was Chen Chen's voice. Why was he here? Didn't I specifically tell him not to come looking for me today?

Lin Xiaoyue suddenly looked up and saw Pei Yansheng standing to the side, already stepping over to open the door. Lin Xiaoyue's breath hitched, and she instantly realized that this was arranged by the other party. She was angry and sad, and in her haste, she could only grab Pei Yansheng's sleeve.

Before the words "Yan Sheng" could be uttered, a powerful force struck, and Lin Xiaoyue was slammed to the ground by Pei Yan Sheng!

Pain and the effects of the medicine swept over her at the same time. Lin Xiaoyue lay curled up on the ground in agony, watching Pei Yansheng's back. Seeing that he had let Chen Chen in and left without looking back, how could she not understand the relationship between them? Tears blurred her vision again.

She so willingly offered herself up, yet he still managed to conspire with other men to scheme against her...

Pei Yansheng, how cruel you are...

The door closed as she wept, and Lin Xiaoyue could only close her eyes in despair.

After greeting Pei Yansheng with a stiff expression, Chen Chen came in and saw Lin Xiaoyue with her eyes closed. His heart tightened, and he rushed forward to help the person lying on the ground up, his voice filled with panic.

"Xiaoyue, Xiaoyue, are you alright? I, Pei Yansheng, attacked the Chen family. I didn't want to ruin your plans, but the Chen family is just starting out and is no match for the Pei family. I'm sorry, Xiaoyue, please don't be sad, okay?"

In response to Chen Chen, Lin Xiaoyue's hot, wet lips were streaked with tears, and her hands reached impatiently inside his clothes.

Chen Chen froze, noticing the aromatherapy diffuser placed in the entryway out of the corner of his eye.

His gaze was complicated for a moment, but in the end he gave in to Lin Xiaoyue's wishes, and they intertwined and rolled around on the ground...

The houses in the old neighborhood were not soundproof, and Pei Yansheng, leaning against the door, could easily hear the sounds coming from inside.

A hint of mockery flashed in Pei Yansheng's dark and deep eyes. He didn't listen to the idea of ​​a live sex show. Judging that it was about time, he turned around and slowly went downstairs.

He inhaled a lot of that aromatherapy, and the discomfort he felt inside his body was not much better than Lin Xiaoyue's.

Her pale cheeks were covered with a faint blush, which also made her long, upturned eyes look pale pink. A thin layer of cold sweat appeared on her fair forehead.

The dryness in his throat was unbearable. His well-defined fingers unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. Pei Yansheng took a deep breath and calmed himself a little with the help of the cold wind blowing in from the stairwell.

Just as he was about to continue downstairs, he noticed a slender and delicate figure approaching from below. He paused slightly, and his phone suddenly vibrated.

After seeing the name displayed above, Pei Yansheng's thin lips curved slightly, and his long eyelashes lowered to conceal the darkness in his eyes.

She rushed over the moment she received the news; she truly cared about herself.

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When Sang Huan received the message from Lin Xiaoyue, she was strolling through a nearby food street with her colleagues. The company's cooperation had been going smoothly recently, and out of a sense of conscience, they gave their employees a four-day holiday.

Sang Huan was bored at home with nothing to do. After receiving an invitation from a colleague, she thought about it for a while and decided to come and have some fun to kill time.

I had just held a cup of hot milk tea in my hand, and before I could even put in the straw to drink, my phone was interrupted by a vibration.

The message was sent by none other than Lin Xiaoyue.

The message was simple: she and Pei Yansheng would be together from today onwards, and she should stay away from Pei Yansheng in the future.

The two of them had such a bad fight a couple of days ago, and Pei Yansheng was still sending me messages this morning, so how could he suddenly make up with Lin Xiaoyue?

Sang Huan immediately sensed something was wrong and ignored Lin Xiaoyue.

She sent Pei Yansheng a few messages, but unlike his usual instant replies, he didn't respond for a long time.

Sang Huan hesitated for a moment, but finally called Lu Chenzhou and asked him to help her contact Assistant Wang.

After learning that Pei Yansheng had been tricked away by Lin Xiaoyue under the pretense of putting on a show for her mother.

Sang Huan was furious. She knew Lin Xiaoyue and her mother's situation better than anyone. Lin Xiaoyue's mother was currently in a sanatorium in the suburbs. How could she possibly have a relapse?

This was clearly a trap set for Pei Yansheng! And this fool actually believed it!

Without hesitation, she rushed over after getting the address, panting as she climbed to the third floor.

Sang Huan looked into the pitch-black stairwell with her bright eyes, inwardly wondering how Pei Yansheng could be fooled by Lin Xiaoyue's little tricks.

An arm suddenly reached out, grabbed her, and dragged her backward. Sang Huan's breath hitched, and before she could utter a scream, a long, cold, white hand silenced her rosy lips.

A deep, clear male voice sounded in her ear, its warm breath gently touching her ear.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

The familiar voice put Sang Huan at ease. Her hand, which had been covering her lips, was removed, and Sang Huan's voice carried a hint of surprise, uncertainty, and a slight complaint.

"What are you doing? That's scary."

But when her gaze fell upon the man's sweaty forehead and the reddened corners of his eyes, her voice unconsciously softened a little.

"What happened to you? Should we go to the hospital?"

Sweat rolled down Pei Yansheng's forehead. He took a light breath, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "It's alright, just take me to a nearby hotel."

Sang Huan wanted to say something, but seeing how uncomfortable he looked, she didn't say much. She just took out her phone and notified Assistant Wang to come and handle the situation.

Pei Yansheng watched her actions without saying anything, only lowering his long, raven-feathered hair as Sang Huan helped him leave the residential area.

Lin Xiaoyue's rented apartment is in an old neighborhood in the city village, not far from the hotel Pei Yansheng mentioned, only about 200 meters away.

Although it wasn't far, it was still quite strenuous for her to support a man who was 1.9 meters tall.

When Sang Huan helped the person upstairs to the room, she had just put the person on the big bed and was about to go out to wait for Assistant Wang to come over.

The half-open door in front of him was suddenly slammed shut by a large hand, and a hot, burning body pressed against his back.

Her soft waist was embraced by his arms, and the man lowered his head, his high nose gently brushing against the girl's earlobe.

The voice that flowed from his lips was hoarse and deep, like a bewitching fairy, as subtle as a feather, stirring the heart and making it tremble.

"Huanhuan, please help me..."

The warm breath fell on the soft skin of the back of my neck, sending a tingling sensation through my scalp.

After realizing what had happened, Sang Huan couldn't help but feel embarrassed and annoyed.

"Pei Yansheng, let me go!"

She reached out to pry the man's arm off her waist, but as soon as she did, he grabbed her tightly, and her body spun around uncontrollably.

Her back was pressed tightly against the door, her fair face was forced to lift up, and she was completely enveloped by the man's figure.

The man's nose lightly brushed against hers, his hot breath lingering on hers. The rosy hue at the corners of his eyes looked incredibly alluring, and his dark eyes were fixed firmly on her.

"Huanhuan actually likes me too, right?"