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

To make this milk tea, Pei Jingnian bought a lot of things.

Looking at it at first glance, it felt like they had bought everything in sight.

Milk powder, whipped cream, fructose...

With the addition of some new equipment, everything is neatly stacked on the home bar counter, which looks quite comfortable.

Pei Jingnian really understands her.

No matter what she does, as long as she has all the necessary equipment, she will be very motivated.

With his waist wrapped around hers from behind, Pei Jingnian obediently rested his head on her shoulder. "Wife, go wash your hands first, and wait for me here?"

Shi Qiao nodded, ignoring Pei Jingnian, and pulled up the tutorial on making thick breasts, starting to learn frame by frame.

I wiped the water off my hands, and heard footsteps beside me.

"Pei Jingnian, let's..."

Shi Qiao paused, her mind went blank when she saw Pei Jingnian, and her face flushed red at a visible speed, spreading all the way to behind her ears.

The man in front of her was wearing a black, short-sleeved turtleneck top that clung to his skin, the slightly sheer fabric casting a silhouette against his pale skin.

But it's also excessively tight, almost like you're not wearing anything, showing off every inch of your muscle definition.

His outfit was exactly the same as the male model's outfit that day!

Shi Qiao swallowed noticeably and quickly looked away, not wanting to appear too lewd.

Pei Jingnian smiled, took off his glasses and casually placed them on the table. He then lightly tousled his hair at the 3/7 point, creating a fluffy side-parted slicked-back hairstyle.

Although it wasn't very sturdy, it would loosen a little with each step he took, gradually obscuring his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

The swaying of her hair was like the skillful beckoning of her hand when she was in court.

He braced himself on the bar counter with both hands and easily wrapped his arms around her.

Despite being separated by two layers of fabric, Pei Jingnian's body temperature was frighteningly hot, forming a cage that tightly enclosed her.

He reached out and hooked Shi Qiao's chin, his cheek lightly touching hers, his thin lips parting slightly:

"Ms. Shi, it's a pleasure to serve you."

"A special menu has been prepared for Miss Shi today. May I ask, Miss Shi, do you have any preferred flavors?"

He slightly removed the weight pressing on Shi Qiao and took out two black aprons that he had prepared at some point from the drawer.

First, put it on Shi Qiao, then put it on yourself.

He slowly tied the two ropes around his waist.

The movement pulled at the V-lines on both sides of her waist, and even a hint of pink flesh could be seen through her chest.

Shi Qiao suddenly squatted down on the ground.

He wrapped his arms tightly around his knees and buried his head.

It's too, too astringent.

That's a foul, coach.

Suddenly, I was lifted into the air and then landed on the cold table.

Pei Jingnian leaned on the table, tilting his head slightly back.

"Miss Shi, why aren't you looking at me?"

As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see.

Looking down from above, Pei Jingnian's firm chest muscles slightly deformed his apron, while the tied thin rope accentuated his strong, narrow waist.

He narrowed his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting the blush on her cheeks. "Or is it because I didn't call you 'sister' that you're not so happy with me?"

Shi Qiao hurriedly covered her burning cheeks and tightly closed her eyes.

"No, Pei Jingnian, please don't..."

She kept pushing her head back, but her waist was held firmly in place.

Shi Qiao pushed Pei Jingnian away a little with both hands, "Can we... can we do it quickly...?"

Pei Jingnian smiled. "Hmm?"

"I meant thick milk tea!" Shi Qiao pulled and tugged away from Pei Jingnian's arms, taking out a box of light cream and pretending to be very busy.

"Okay," Pei Jingnian moved closer to Shi Qiao, reaching past her to take out a shaker. "Sister."

Shi Qiao: !

This is not fair!

You can't entirely blame her for making the lemonade by hand!

Who knew that Lu Zhou's industry chain was so extensive, she had no idea she would be sending two hunks!

It's only natural to look at it for a second or two out of curiosity!

That stingy Pei Jingnian!

She gritted her teeth fiercely, feeling both ashamed and a little angry.

Deserved.

Since he was going to pull this tactic, she might as well let it go and be angry to the end.

Anyway... I can still get a couple of free calls from "sister".

If not now, when?

Shi Qiao coughed lightly, calmly pushing the whipped cream towards Pei Jingnian, "Please hurry up, Pei Xiaoshuai, the customer can't wait."

Even after recounting the second half, Shi Qiao still felt a little uneasy.

But Pei Jingnian simply raised one eyebrow, took out a scale and placed it beside Shi Qiao, "I understand, so sister likes things to be faster."

Cough cough, I already felt a bit good when male models called me "sister," but now I'm feeling even more good when Pei Jingnian calls me "sister," I'm so happy I don't know what the world is like.

Pei Jingnian handed the weighed milk flavoring powder, rose salt, fructose, and other ingredients to Shi Qiao in turn.

Shi Qiao poured the mixture into a shaker cup as instructed and placed it on a blender to start blending.

During this time, Pei Jingnian went to prepare brown sugar pearl toppings.

Shi Qiao placed her hands lightly on the lid of the smoothie machine, intending to steal a glance at how Pei Jingnian's pearls were cooking, when her scalding body pressed against her again.

He reached out and switched to the low setting, then reached his other hand through the gap in her apron to touch her inner lining. He placed his palm on her lower abdomen and gently massaged downwards, while his lips brushed against her earlobe.

It tickles nicely when you scratch it.

She tilted her head to the side and poked Pei Jingnian's cheek with one hand.

"Who gave you permission to get that close to the customer?"

"Does Pei Xiaoshuai have to stand this close to every customer?"

Pei Jingnian used his forearm to pull Shi Qiao into his arms, rubbing her beautiful dimples on her waist.

"No, sister, you've misunderstood."

He lowered his voice and pressed down on her waist, "I have only one customer, my sister."

"Serving only my older sister."

Just then, the thick emulsion was applied.

He took the filter with one hand, filtered the contents, and put them into containers in the refrigerator.

"The thick cream needs to be refrigerated for a while. The tapioca pearl toppings are also ready. Shall we cook them after the thick cream has chilled?"

Shi Qiao hummed in agreement.

After saying that, Pei Jingnian took off his apron, folded it, and placed it on the table.

She was somewhat disappointed.

I finally got used to it, and then it was taken off.

To waste such a precious resource.

Pei Jingnian stepped forward, hooked his index finger around the bow at her waist, and untied her apron.

With a light touch, it led to the French windows.

Even at night, the port city remains brightly lit, with neon lights intertwining and spreading along the coastline, creating scattered sparkles whenever the waves crash onto the beach.

A force gently supported her as she caught off guard.

With her feet dangling in the air, she haphazardly stepped on Pei Jingnian's feet to maintain her balance, her hands instinctively resting on the glass, and her waist slumped down.

The excessive heat was slowly moved downwards.

"It takes quite a while to refrigerate, an hour or two."

Pei Jingnian's lustful eyes were reflected in the French windows.

The large, floating shadow caught her perfectly.

Her five distinct fingers, along the spaces between them, pressed against the glass.

"Just enough for us to make another batch of thick cream."

"Don't waste it."

"I promise I'll do whatever you say," he said, his fingertips brushing against the clasp on her waist, making a crisp sound as he said, "Hurry up."

It was at this moment that Shi Qiao finally understood what thick milk tea really was.