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

Pei Jingnian kicked the "Cleaning in Progress" sign toward the door.

Before Shi Qiao could react, she and Pei Jingnian squeezed into one of the cubicles.

Click, the cubicle door was locked.

Shi Qiao's heart skipped a beat; Pei Jingnian's breathing was irregular, brushing against her neck.

His tall frame was bent over, and the hand locked around her waist pulled her closer to him with increasing force.

His thin lips pressed against her bare shoulder, the kiss a series of light pecks, restrained from going any deeper.

He carried a faint woody scent, now mixed with the malty aroma of craft beer, which seeped into his pores along with his excessively hot body.

It's so suffocating.

"Kiss me, wife." A deep, husky voice whispered in my ear.

Using just four simple words, it sounds like a command at first glance.

But upon closer examination, it is a plea, an attempt to curry favor.

They were even more wronged.

He pinched Shi Qiao's cool chin with his fingertips and turned her head to face him.

Shi Qiao then noticed that he was frowning with a wronged expression, and a few strands of his once neatly combed hair had fallen loose and stuck in his dark eyes.

His gaze shattered into several small pieces.

He brushed his fingertips against her red lips and pressed her head down.

"Kiss me, my wife."

Shi Qiao avoided his gaze, her heart pounding abnormally. "There will be someone, Pei Jingnian."

"No, no one will come in." He squinted, his eyes fixed on her little tongue hidden between her lips.

Shi Qiao’s rapid heartbeat reached him through his chest, and Pei Jingnian finally loosened his grip slightly.

"I'm sorry, honey, I just..."

Her fair face suddenly loomed larger, and her sweet lips covered his burning lips.

He rubbed the surface of his tongue, his timid tongue lightly brushing across his lips, choking off the rest of his sentence.

Shi Qiao kept her eyes closed. She didn't often wear these stiletto heels, and she needed to tiptoe slightly in order to kiss Pei Jingnian.

She was a little unsteady, and her lips would sometimes part for a moment.

The heels clicked against the tiled floor, producing a soft, ambiguous sound that was both suggestive and ear-piercing.

Wife…

My tongue feels so soft and cool.

His palms, burning hot against the lines of her hips, steadily supported her unsteady waist.

He bent down completely to respond to Shi Qiao.

He had already drunk some alcohol, and his body was burning hot.

The tip of the tongue pushes against and invades the mouth of Hui Shiqiao.

I'm so sad... I missed out on so many things about you.

Are you scared when you walk home alone after evening self-study?

What color hair clip are you using to hold your bangs back?

I was wrong; I should have come back then.

I should stay with you.

I'm sorry, honey, I'm so sorry.

The kiss grew more and more intense with each question he asked.

Even the hem of her strapless top was lifted up, and her slender fingers caressed her taut back.

She almost succumbed to his charms, and had no choice but to tightly lock her arms around his neck.

The sounds of saliva mingling filled the air, echoing in the cramped cubicle.

Footsteps occasionally passed by outside the door, but those who stopped at the door had no choice but to turn back dejectedly.

Whenever she was afraid of being seen, she would hug Pei Jingnian even tighter.

She clung softly to him until she was completely warmed by his body temperature.

After the kiss ended, Shi Qiao leaned gently against his chest, gradually calming her breathing.

Pei Jingnian wrapped his arms around her, bent down and leaned on her shoulder, inhaling the faint floral scent emanating from her.

It seems they used a similar woody fragrance.

"Honey, I'm so scared." He lowered his head even further.

"You heard what that person just said. Were you moved?"

"During the two years I wasn't involved, he was always watching you. Does hearing this affect you?"

"If he had confessed his feelings to you before me, would you have accepted him?"

"So, you'll just..." She paused, then hesitated for a moment before managing to say, "...not want me anymore?"

"I'm so scared." Pei Jingnian hugged Shi Qiao tightly, but then relaxed a little, afraid of making her uncomfortable.

Shi Qiao gently tugged at Pei Jingnian's sleeve, "How could I possibly... abandon you because of those words?"

Even if he confessed his feelings to me before you, I still wouldn't accept him.

"because……"

Shi Qiao didn't know how to explain it either.

She couldn't very well say that her life was a complete mess before she started dating Pei Jingnian!

She didn't see men as men at all; in her eyes, there were only good people and bad people.

In her eyes, Feng Heng was at best a very nice and refined high school classmate.

That's all I had in mind.

Pei Jingnian raised his head slightly, staring intently at her with his bright, puppy-dog eyes. "Why? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Shi Qiao blushed, "Because...because I didn't see him as a guy..."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

Until finally, it was completely swallowed down the throat.

Pei Jingnian lowered his eyes, his fingertips lightly touching the lips that he had nibbled and made slightly swollen.

"Does that mean, in my wife's eyes, I'm the only real man?"

"Is that always your thought process?"

Shi Qiao felt extremely uncomfortable under Pei Jingnian's gaze, and with great difficulty managed to hum out a nasal sound, "Uh... ugh."

"Alright, alright! We've been out for too long."

"It wouldn't be good if the voice actor that Youyou wants to socialize with came later and I wasn't there."

Shi Qiao pushed Pei Jingnian away, removed the sign, and went to the sink to tidy her appearance.

Pei Jingnian followed behind her, watching her tinkering with a small powder puff, smiling happily.

He knew Shi Qiao was worried that someone might be watching, so he simply started barking in his mind.

[Only I am a man in my wife's eyes; no one else is.]

[In other words, my wife only has eyes for me, hmph.]

As Shi Qiao listened to his repeated refrains, the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve slightly.

Thank goodness.

They're quite easy to coax.

While she wasn't paying attention, Pei Jingnian fiddled with the pendant on her waist chain with his fingers.

Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from my peripheral vision.

She looked up and met Feng Heng's gaze.

He must have rushed over; I wonder how long he stayed there.

Pei Jingnian narrowed his eyes and moved directly between Shi Qiao and the makeup mirror, his gaze briefly lingering on her lips.

Five fingers threaded through her hair, cupping her small head so she could only see him, and she murmured:

"Wife, kiss me a little longer."