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

Sometimes he was silent, sometimes he was deep in thought, and sometimes he was in despair.

Shi Qiao finally and timidly opened the toilet door, expecting Pei Jingnian to be waiting at the door, but there was no one there.

She breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to go out when a sharp pain pounded hard on her lower abdomen.

The blow bent her proud back, causing her to stoop involuntarily.

She clutched her stomach, hunched over, and climbed onto the bed, pressing her hands together lightly against her lower abdomen in an attempt to ease the discomfort.

Shi Qiao originally did not suffer from menstrual cramps and was once quite proud of it.

In addition, she was originally a glutton and would indulge herself excessively, secretly eating spicy and cold foods during her period without any regard for the consequences.

This series of actions became the bullet that struck her between the eyebrows during her senior year of high school.

It wasn't that serious back then, but now it's absolutely excruciating...

She was just about to get out of bed to get a cup of hot water when Pei Jingnian pushed open the bedroom door.

She swallowed her words and immediately went into a defensive stance.

Is Pei Jingnian going to continue the topic we just discussed?

Pei Jingnian took in her little expressions, which made him smile and his eye bags puff out slightly.

He bent down, transferred everything from his right hand to his left, and with one hand lifted Shi Qiao back onto the bed. He whispered in her ear, his laughter clearly audible, "Wife, you are not a widow now."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She was put back into bed.

The next second, a warm electric hot water bottle was placed in her lower abdomen.

The right temperature circulated gently around her abdomen, relieving her discomfort.

Pei Jingnian placed a glass of perfectly diluted salt water on the bedside table, "meaning that you can call for your husband when you're in pain."

Shi Qiao's face flushed, and she coughed lightly in an attempt to hide the embarrassment on her cheeks.

Her waist was gently lifted, and Pei Jingnian placed a small towel behind her back. "Look, your back is all sweaty."

He rubbed Shi Qiao's head and smoothed her loose hair, tucking it behind her ears.

"Honey, drink the hot water by the bedside in a bit, then lie down and relax. I'll call you when dinner is ready."

Shi Qiao responded, and Pei Jingnian left the bedroom.

She held the cup in both hands, feeling a little uncomfortable being taken care of like this, her legs slightly crossed in a V-shape.

The steam rising from the cup touched her eyelashes, condensing into tiny droplets.

But... why is Pei Jingnian so skilled at it?

hiss.

Shi Qiao pondered carefully.

Whether it was kissing, taking care of her, or that other thing, Pei Jingnian was so skilled that it didn't seem like he was doing it for the first time.

Especially when it comes to matters between men and women, Pei Jingnian pays particular attention to foreplay.

Whether it's her hands or her mouth, she can always quickly find a point that makes her lose consciousness.

So much so that her first experience was actually... quite good.

It only hurt a little at first.

If there's anything wrong with it, it's probably that Pei Jingnian's demands are too high, one round after another, which she simply can't handle.

His body was still trembling when he started clinging to me again.

The more Shi Qiao thought about it, the more annoyed she became.

Is this really Pei Jingnian's first time?

Why were you so experienced the first time?

Her suspicions are quite reasonable, aren't they? After all, what man is born a towering tree?

Shi Qiao gulped down the remaining hot water, then poured it back onto the pillow, her cheeks slightly pouting in displeasure.

Even if Pei Jingnian really has an ex, it doesn't really matter...

Bullshit.

She suddenly stood up, her brow furrowing slightly.

She now imagines Pei Jingnian "learning from experience" from some ex-partner she doesn't know.

Just thinking about it made her so angry she wanted to grind her teeth.

She lay down again, pulling the blanket up to cover herself completely.

It's so annoying, her mood swings so much every time she gets her period.

This damn life controlled by hormones.

About an hour later, the bedroom door was pushed open again.

Pei Jingnian moved in a bedside table that had been prepared at some unknown time.

The earthenware pot was gently placed on the ground, and a faint aroma wafted out from the small hole in the lid.

Upon opening the lid, the chicken soup revealed a clear, light golden color, with most of the oil skimmed off, leaving only a thin, translucent layer.

Pei Jingnian thoughtfully shredded the chicken into irregular strips, mixed with mushroom shreds and chopped scallions. The rice, soaked in the broth, remained distinct grain by grain.

Pei Jingnian then served several side dishes, all of which were high in protein.

"I also made you some brown sugar glutinous rice balls. I'll bring them up to you after you finish these." Pei Jingnian sat down next to Shi Qiao.

Shi Qiao looked at the abundance of dishes, and her hormones surged through her brain.

She didn't pick up her chopsticks immediately; instead, she leaned straight towards Pei Jingnian like a roly-poly toy.

Her little head drooped on Pei Jingnian's shoulder.

Pei Jingnian.

"Hmm?" Pei Jingnian naturally reached out and pulled the kettle out of her arms, taking his own hand instead.

His warm palm gently massaged her stomach. "What's wrong?"

Shi Qiao lowered her eyelashes. "Have you... done these things for anyone else before?"

She reached out and gently tugged at Pei Jingnian's clothes, "Just taking care of people, cooking for others, and..."

Kissing and other more intimate things.

Pei Jingnian lowered his eyes and gently kissed her trembling eyelashes. "No."

"Didn't I already say? I've only ever loved you since we were little. How could there be anyone else?"

"And in all these years, have you ever seen me with a woman around me?"

He leaned close to Shi Qiao's ear and said, "For my wife, I am more than willing to remain celibate."

Shi Qiao muttered, "But you haven't been home for two years, have you? Why didn't you come back?"

Pei Jingnian choked back tears, "That's because..."

He was unable to answer immediately.

Shi Qiao raised her head, stared at Pei Jingnian's guilty look, and puffed out her cheeks in anger.

"Oh! So something really happened to you those two years, didn't it!"

She reached out and pinned Pei Jingnian down, her almond-shaped eyes already flushed with emotion.

Her long hair slid down naturally with gravity, brushing against Pei Jingnian's cheek.

The man turned his head, and his lips, which were originally a natural color, inexplicably became even redder.

He reached out and pulled Shi Qiao into his arms.

"You want to know why I didn't come back?" His body temperature was gradually rising, like a thermos of hot water. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I thought you hated me and didn't want to see me, that's why you didn't come back," Shi Qiao said weakly.

"No," Pei Jingnian tightened his embrace, "it's because of guilt."

Shi Qiao pursed her lips. "What guilt?"

"When I came to Gangcheng to study, I actually stole quite a few things from my wife."

He bit Shi Qiao's earlobe, "The clothes you're tired of wearing, the hair ties you carelessly leave on the sink, and... those underwear."

He spoke slowly, his palm gently rubbing against her lower back.

"While thinking about how disgusting I am, I did a lot of bad things while smelling your scent."

He kissed her cheek with restraint, then buried his face in her neck.

"I'm doing it even in my dreams."