No? Can I read the mind of my mortal enemy?

Shi Qiao suddenly remembered some of the most popular replies when she browsed her own post.

—Do those three lines refer to time, speed, or depth?

Which one was Pei Jingnian asking about?

Her heart was beating so fast that it made her head ache.

But Pei Jingnian still asked her where she liked him.

"Why are you asking these questions?" Shi Qiao looked away and pushed her phone to the side.

"These things...aren't really necessary."

The man smiled mischievously, his eyes landing precisely on Shi Qiao's slightly pursed lips, which were trembling with nervousness.

"It's necessary, honey." He poked her soft cheek with his index finger. "They all say that if you're not compatible in your sex life, you'll become sexually frigid, or even break up."

He leaned slightly closer and spoke in a whisper, enunciating each word clearly:

"I think—my wife likes to do it with me."

Shi Qiao: !

"I...I...I've never experienced anything else like this before."

Or rather, she didn't have enough experience before and couldn't judge which of the three lines Pei Jingnian was on in this matter.

"I see..." Pei Jingqing wrapped his arms around her, the same shampoo scent mingling with the nape of Shi Qiao's neck, yet there was always something slightly different.

It's sweet and very tempting.

He and the children treated him like they had received a beloved toy, tugging at his hair and sniffing it repeatedly.

"How about we both give it a try?" His smile grew even wider.

Shi Qiao kept using the back of her hand to cool her cheeks. "Try...try what?"

Pei Jingnian spoke softly, his chin rubbing against her shoulder, "Test the time, the speed, and the depth."

"To be honest, the bottom line is a bit difficult for me."

"But if my wife only likes me to put it on the lowest line and take my time, that's fine too."

Shi Qiao reached out and silenced Pei Jingnian again, "Pei Jingnian!!"

How could you say such things without batting an eye?!

No heart can remain unmoved.

Pei Jingnian held her other free hand and placed it on his chest.

The rapid pounding of her heart, transmitted through his hard chest, made her hands go weak.

Honey, my heart races whenever I think about anything related to you.

He shook his head like a puppy shaking its fur, revealing his ears, which were covered by stray hairs and had a light pinkish hue.

Shi Qiao hesitated slightly as she moved her hands.

Forget that this guy now knows he can hear his own thoughts.

that's terrible.

She let go and pushed Pei Jingnian away. "Then I misunderstood you, but that kind of thing... um..."

"At least... not the night before I have to get up at 8 AM..."

"It's for your own good, you used to get tired easily!"

She stammered for a long time, looking extremely awkward.

They're incredibly cute.

Pei Jingnian wrapped his arms around her and they fell onto the bed together. His eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, and his long, thick eyelashes drooped down, outlining two beautiful pupil lines.

"I know, I will try my best to endure it for my wife's sake." He gently rested his chin on Shi Qiao's head, his long arms encircling her tightly.

The rich fragrance wafted up again, mingling with Shi Qiao's body temperature, seeping into his very bones.

Pei Jingnian lowered his head. "Wife, you smell so good. Do you wear any perfume?"

Shi Qiao raised her head, looking completely bewildered. "Huh?"

She pulled up her collar again and took a deep sniff. "I only wear perfume on more formal occasions; I don't wear it normally."

"Is it the smell of laundry detergent?"

Pei Jingnian shook his head. "No, it's just... an indescribable smell."

Shi Qiao pressed her ear against his chest and murmured, "Mmm..."

She recalled some articles she had read before, which mentioned things like special pheromone scents.

You can only smell it when you really like the other person.

Does that happen in real life? Can you smell a special scent on someone you like?

So, when you think about it...

Shi Qiao gently pulled up Pei Jingnian's clothes with her two little hands and sniffed them carefully. "Pei Jingnian, you have it on you too."

Her nose brushed against his, making him tense for a moment. "I... applied Darjeeling tea."

He reached into the bedside table and took out a half-empty bottle of Darjeeling tea.

Shi Qiao took the bottle, opened the cap, and sprayed it onto her wrist. The familiar fragrance spread across her wrist, instantly forming a circle that enveloped her.

She leaned closer and took a careful sniff, discerning a hint of bergamot's bittersweetness, which slowly shifted towards the scent of guaiac wood.

"It's definitely different."

She turned her head and sniffed Pei Jingnian's clothes again, "Pei Jingnian, the smell on your body..."

She leaned on one hand beside Pei Jingnian, her eyes closed as she carefully examined him. Her warm breath rhythmically brushed against his collarbone, and because it was buried quite deep, her curled eyelashes would occasionally brush against it.

It's so itchy.

Pei Jingnian's throat bobbed, his chest heaved violently, and the roots of his ears, hidden beneath his wispy hair, quietly blushed.

"Hmm... how should I put it, it needs to be a bit more refreshing," Shi Qiao sniffed intently, as if she were a perfume master, "and it seems to have mixed in... sandalwood? No, no, um... I don't really know how to describe it."

She looked up and met Pei Jingnian's somewhat unfocused eyes, and froze.

"Pei Jingnian, you..." Shi Qiao suddenly felt a force pushing against her waist.

He reached out and pressed her head down, his irregular breathing escaping and filling her ear.

"Hold me for a while."

Shi Qiao didn't dare to move, and just huddled in Pei Jingnian's arms, "Okay."

After a while, Pei Jingnian calmed down. The doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the typhoon supplies he had arranged.

Shi Qiao followed him to the door and looked at the several large boxes full of water, instant food, snacks, and fresh meat, eggs, milk and vegetables. Her lips twitched.

"Pei Jingnian, do you think we're playing the male and female leads in a post-apocalyptic novel?"

"Prevention is better than cure." He opened one of the boxes and handed a pack of Lay's Fresh Meatballs to Shi Qiao. "Especially since we have a little mouse at home who's always craving something sweet."

"Who! Who's the rat! These snacks are made for people to eat!" Shi Qiao obediently took the bag, fiercely tore it open, and stuffed several pieces into her mouth.

Pei Jingnian chuckled, "Hmm, that's true."

After taking inventory, Pei Jingnian carried the items that needed to be put in the refrigerator immediately into the kitchen and began to pack them in a textbook manner.

Pei Jingnian was still pretending even after she had finished a whole bag of Lay's Flavors. She did buy quite a lot of things.

However, it wouldn't be appropriate to let Pei Jingnian handle everything.

She wants to help too!

She jumped off the sofa, opened the two boxes, and picked out some instant food to put on the snack shelf.

"Let me see. Keeping a few packs of spicy noodles, spicy chicken noodles, and self-heating hot pot should be enough."

She carried the remaining box and headed towards the storage room.

Just then, Pei Jingnian came out after tidying up the refrigerator and saw Shi Qiao preparing to open the storage room door, and he was stunned.

That's not it...

"Wait a moment!"

Shi Qiao had already opened the door when she heard Pei Jingnian's sudden shout, which startled her so much that she turned her head and accidentally bumped into the shelf next to her.

With a wobbly sway, a white gift bag fell to the ground.

She looked down following the sound.

[Enjoyable massage...]

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