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

The sorting of supplies was suspended for the next half hour.

Shi Qiao was terrified by the dazzling array of products before her. There were all kinds, with different functions and colors, and even a single bottle was divided into edible and external use only!

A box with a white outer packaging, similar to the one on the ground, took up most of the storage room space.

She picked up the payment slip that had somehow fallen to the ground.

Those who know will recognize this as a small receipt; those who don't might mistake it for a white hada (ceremonial scarf) given to her by a fellow countryman, enough to wrap around her body several times over.

She slammed the door shut, her face more expressive than a dye shop's.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

What are Pei Jingnian's true intentions?

Are you really planning to let her die in bed?

The next second, she was lifted to the sofa like a little chick.

She struggled incessantly, yelling, "Pei Jingnian, put me down, you perverted bastard!"

Pei Jing coughed lightly, still refusing to let go, "How come this is so perverted again? They're buying normal items and beginner models."

"Many of them are just clothes."

Shi Qiao gritted her teeth, "But it can't be that almost the entire storage room is filled with them!"

"Besides... I've never used it before..."

"That's why I bought you one of each. How will you know which one you like if you don't try them?" Pei Jingnian said matter-of-factly, not thinking he had done anything wrong.

"I bought this to make my wife happier."

Shi Qiao covered her ears, refusing to listen at all, kicking her legs wildly, yelling, "You pervert! You filthy scoundrel!"

She suddenly thought of something and raised her voice:

"Hey—Pei Jingnian, aren't you afraid that these things will make me happy enough, and I won't need you at all?"

Pei Jingnian stopped in his tracks, turned his head with a sinister look, and said, "Huh?"

Shi Qiao snorted coldly, feeling pleased to see him somewhat vulnerable. She struggled to break free from Pei Jingnian's grasp and ran to the sofa, grabbing a cushion for self-defense.

"These women's products are advancing so rapidly these days. There's a saying that goes, 'Simple and repetitive manual labor will eventually be eliminated by social progress and machinery!'"

"Hmph! Go ahead and buy! Buy even more, fill the entire storage room!"

"I'm going to stay in the storage room all day and not go out!"

There was another line, "I'll make you an incompetent husband," which Shi Qiao quickly stopped with her rationality.

It's still not easy to say this.

Pei Jingnian narrowed his eyes, a strange smile curving his lips, his face even darker than the paint on the Cullinan.

"Honey, do you really think so?" He snatched the cushion from Shi Qiao's hands. "Hmm? In your eyes, all I do is simple, repetitive manual labor?"

Shi Qiao clenched her fists tightly, making a big X in front of her chest, her legs tightly closed, believing that her defensive awareness was at its maximum.

She's always been like that—small in stature, but with a capricious temper.

"Hey, what's wrong? You're just... doing simple, repetitive things!"

"I didn't see anything technically sophisticated about it either."

She turned her head away, staring at the dark, knotted veins on Pei Jingnian's hands, which were supporting her from the side, and they seemed to be growing stronger.

Her temples twitched slightly, drawing out the deep-set eyes beneath her sharp eyebrows.

His already slightly upturned phoenix eyes narrowed into a narrow slit, his dark pupils unfathomable, even though the curve of his eyes seemed to be carrying a smile.

But inexplicably, it became even more creepy.

Shi Qiao was still a little nervous under the watchful eye, but the conversation had already gone this far, and there was no turning back.

She bent over, aiming for the gap between Pei Jingnian's arms, and uttered her final words:

"To lift a rock only to drop it on one's own foot! Hehehe."

As soon as she finished speaking, she aimed at the path she had scouted beforehand, preparing to escape from the man's cage.

"Wife, I think you might be right." Pei Jingnian grabbed Shi Qiao, who was about to run away.

He gently pinched Shi Qiao's nape with just the right amount of pressure, his well-defined fingers slowly tracing the back of her slender white neck.

"But isn't it a bit inappropriate to just talk about it without proof?"

Shi Qiao swallowed hard, not daring to meet the chilling light in his eyes.

"Oh, so what?"

Pei Jingnian chuckled, "Practice makes perfect, didn't I teach you that, wife?"

The burning hot knuckles caressed her neck, raising goosebumps.

He leaned close to Shi Qiao's ear and said, "Why don't we try it out? Does your wife prefer those machines, or my simple, repetitive manual labor?"

As he spoke, Pei Jingnian deliberately emphasized the words "simple and repetitive".

"Let's see which one can make my wife faster..." He smiled with narrowed eyes, his thin lips biting her exposed shoulder and neck.

Shi Qiao: !

"I, I..."

"Are you going to refuse?" Pei Jingnian forcefully interrupted Shi Qiao, his chin slightly raised. "Afraid?"

"Who's afraid!"

Pei Jingnian licked his dry lips, his coarse, wispy hair constantly scratching Shi Qiao's earlobe. "Yeah, that's right. Our wife is fearless. It's just a challenge, why would she be afraid?"

Shi Qiao pushed her away, creating a distance of two body lengths before she even had time to put on her shoes.

"But not today!"

Pei Jingnian looked up, bent down to pick up the slippers on the ground, knelt on one knee under her, clamped her ankle, and gently brushed her ankle bone with his fingertips before slowly lifting her foot.

"Okay, when would you like to, wife?" He helped Shi Qiao put on one slipper and then lifted the other one.

He didn't rush to put shoes on her, but slowly raised his head, pulled her delicate ankle towards him, and his lips almost touched hers through her clothes.

"I'm very competitive and curious, so I hope my wife won't keep me waiting too long."

"I really... want to know the answer soon."

Every word he uttered was imbued with obvious heat.

This caused her to momentarily lose control of her lower back.

Shi Qiao was a little unsteady on one leg, so she put both hands on Pei Jingnian's shoulders.

Pei Jingnian's hand, gripping her ankle, grew increasingly warm. "I remember, you don't have an 8 AM appointment on Tuesdays, right, wife?"

"There's plenty of stuff; we can try a little bit every other day."

"Or if my wife is worried about not being able to get up the next day, we can start earlier."

Shi Qiao was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "I...I um..."

She suddenly felt a warm current.

A surge of heat that any girl would understand.

She hurriedly broke free from Pei Jingnian's grasp and put on the other slipper herself.

"Wait a minute, Pei Jingnian, I think I've started my period..."

Shi Qiao immediately seized the opportunity to change the subject, hurriedly ran to the bedroom to grab a new pair of underwear, and rushed into the bathroom.

For the first time, she was amazed at how timely her annoying period had come!

She changed her sanitary napkin in the bathroom and threw her dirty, hard-to-wash underwear directly into a trash bag and tied it up.

After tidying everything up, she leaned against the sink with both hands, her mind once again filled with the conversation she had just had with Pei Jingnian.

She appeared to be thinking about strategies, but in reality, she had been gone for a while.

๑ᵒᯅᵒ๑It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over *10086