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

Shi Qiao hated it.

She shouldn't have said that one extra word.

However, Pei Jingnian's injury was to his dominant hand, which could not get wet.

She glanced at Pei Jingnian for a few seconds.

Her thick eyelashes naturally droop downwards, reflected in her dark eyes, each lash distinct.

It's absolutely impossible to refuse!

Moreover, wouldn't this be a legitimate opportunity to touch his muscles?

hiss.

Shi Qiao swallowed the saliva that her salivary glands had inexplicably started secreting in large amounts.

She started making excuses for herself.

Every time I was knocked unconscious, I would wake up smelling wonderful and dressed in new clothes.

Pei Jingnian had already washed her so many times and made up for her so many times.

So, it's not a big deal if she helps with the washing once.

Yes! That's right!

Yes!

It's definitely not that she wanted to see muscles! Nor did she want to touch them.

"Sure, sure..." She turned her back, hands on her chest, trying to appear more gentlemanly, "but... just wash your upper body!"

"Nowhere else, not even in your wildest dreams!"

Pei Jingnian stood up and walked behind her. "I just wanted to ask my wife to wash my back and hair."

"What's on my mind again, wife?"

"The pot calling the kettle black." He raised an eyebrow and leaned down to whisper in her burning ear.

Shi Qiao turned her head and said, "If you say another word, I'll turn against you."

Pei Jingnian stopped there, smiled with narrowed eyes, and obediently made a zipping gesture in front of his lips.

*

Shi Qiao stood in front of the bathroom door, pulled all her hair up into a big bun, and casually put on a T-shirt and shorts.

She even found a video of a bathhouse attendant and studied it word by word, frame by frame.

And how to avoid looking at other people's private parts.

She stood at the door, breathing heavily, trying to regulate her breathing, and it took her a long time before she finally knocked.

"Pei Jingnian, may I come in?"

Shi Qiao opened the door after hearing a muffled "hmm" from the other end of the bathroom.

Completely devoid of the usual dim lighting, Pei Jingnian casually and loosely tied a bath towel around his neck, revealing his muscular upper body.

His shoulders were broad and strong, his biceps were full and slightly bulging, and he was in a state of high blood pressure. Deep V-lines were etched on both sides of his abdomen, like arrows pointing to the key points.

His slightly turned body made his waist appear narrower, and half of his slightly protruding hip bones were hidden under the bath towel.

Shi Qiao couldn't help but recall the previous times when he was hidden in the darkness, and the scenes of his muscles pulsating rhythmically.

cough.

She remembered the advice from the bathhouse attendant.

Look at the feet and legs, don't look at anything else.

She brought Pei Jingnian a small stool.

"Sit down, I'll wash your hair first." To prevent her from getting wet, and to prevent her from using her eagle eyes to look at herself, she went around to Pei Jingnian's back.

"Then put your right hand back a little and lower your head."

Pei Jingnian obeyed and lowered his head as Shi Qiao instructed.

Shi Qiao picked up the showerhead and adjusted the temperature, gently wetting Pei Jingnian's hair. "Is the temperature suitable?"

"Um."

Pei Jingnian closed his eyes, some tears streaming down his forehead, gathering at his brow bone and falling as they did so.

Having high brow bones really does have its advantages.

It's so hard to get this water in your eyes.

Shi Qiaojian's vision gradually adjusted to the spring scenery before her.

Seeing that Pei Jingnian was obediently closing his eyes, she moved from behind him to in front of him and gently rubbed his scalp with her fingertips until blisters formed.

"Is the pressure alright?"

The sweet scent emanating from Shi Qiao kept wafting into his nostrils, causing him to half-open one eye.

She bent slightly over, her T-shirt falling naturally with gravity, outlining her slender waist that could be encircled with one hand.

He licked his dry lips, bent over a little more, and said, "Yes, my wife can wash them well."

Shi Qiao poked his nose with her foamy hand, leaving a round ball of foam on the tip of his nose.

"You're so sweet-talking."

Only then did she realize that Pei Jingnian hadn't closed his eyes. "Why are your eyes open!"

Pei Jingnian smiled and casually wrapped one arm around Shi Qiao's thigh, accidentally brushing some of the foam from his forehead against hers.

"Because this is the first time someone has washed my hair."

"And it was my wife who washed me, so I was curious and wanted to see."

Warm breaths patted between her legs, and her lips would occasionally brush against each other as she spoke.

It tickled her.

"You're just good at saying nice things to coax people." Shi Qiao's ears burned, and she grabbed a small tuft of his hair with both hands, making it into a pair of cat ears. "Have you forgotten Uncle Pei and Aunt Lin?"

Pei Jingnian thought carefully for a moment, "I don't remember it, and even if I did, it wouldn't count. Besides, they might not have washed my hair."

The small hand that was gently rubbing his temples stopped.

He looked up with a head full of bubbles and "cat ears," only to see Shi Qiao staring blankly.

"Wife?"

Shi Qiao gently pressed his head down, "Quickly lower your head, or the bubbles will get in your eyes."

She bit her lip lightly, Pei Jingnian's words echoing in her ears.

She has many experiences of Aunt Lin washing her hair. Aunt Lin always says while washing her hair that she has had a lot of hair since birth, and that it is as smooth and soft as her mother's.

I would also blow-dry her hair and apply camellia essential oil.

Pei Jingnian, however, said he had no memory of it.

Preferring sons to daughters is not encouraged, nor is favoring daughters to sons.

In a family, the person who is neglected always suffers.

The more she thought about it, the more bittersweet her heart felt.

He turned on the shower and said somewhat awkwardly, "It's time to rinse, Pei Jingnian. Remember to close your eyes."

Hearing the man give a soft "hmm," Shi Qiao gently rinsed the foam off his head, covering his ears with her hands to prevent water from getting in as much as possible.

After rinsing him clean, Shi Qiao took a towel and wiped away the water stains for him, her ten fingers slightly curled.

"Pei Jingnian, did you ever hate me before?" Her voice was weak, and the last word was almost completely cut off.

The towel brushed against Pei Jingnian's ear. Upon hearing this, he almost instinctively raised his head and tightly embraced Shi Qiao.

No, never.

Why do you think that way?

Shi Qiao stopped drying his hair and moved closer to Pei Jingnian, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"Because, well, I have a feeling... like I stole Aunt Lin's maternal love for you..."

"You really, really never hated me? Not even once?"

Pei Jingnian kept shaking his head, his wet hair accidentally brushing against the hem of Shi Qiao's T-shirt.

"Really, no, I like you the most." He willingly took the lower position, his dark eyes staring at her without blinking.

Shi Qiao slightly obscured his view with a towel. "But, when I said I liked aloof people, that was back in junior high."

"Back in elementary school, you would often run away after just a couple of words with me, and you seemed a little unhappy when I went to your class to find you..."

Pei Jingnian grabbed her clothes, as if recalling something.

Perhaps it was the intense heat in the bathroom, but Shi Qiao felt that Pei Jingnian's face was flushed.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shi Qiao felt deflated. "See? You really did hate me back then."

She continued drying Pei Jingnian's hair, "But I can understand, after all..."

"No." Pei Jingnian tilted his head, poking Shi Qiao's lower abdomen with the tip of his nose.

"Didn't I... already tell you, with the cake right next to me... I couldn't resist wanting to eat it?"

"Back then, I didn't understand things between men and women..."

He reached out and hooked Shi Qiao's collar, applying slight pressure to force her to lower her head, and her body followed the force to sit on the man's lap.

"But the moment I see you, I can't help but want to do this..." He gently bit Shi Qiao's rosy cheek, "to eat you up."

Shi Qiao: !

The flesh on her bitten cheek burned uncontrollably. Embarrassed, she hurriedly tried to get up, but her foot slipped.

Subconsciously she wanted to grab Pei Jingnian, but then she realized his right hand was in a cast and she couldn't switch back in time.

He grabbed something with one hand.

With a whoosh, the slipper on one foot slid all the way down to the ankle.

She leaned firmly against Pei Jingnian's thigh, her head protected by his left hand.

She was clutching a bath towel tightly in her hand.

Her gaze drifted over.

Depend on.

This Baqing has so many veins.

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ฅ˙Ⱉ˙ฅA short theatrical piece (Author's note not enough/You can skip this if you don't like it/It won't affect the main story/Thank you for the gifts, everyone/Love you all):

When they were little, Shi Qiao was Pei Jingnian's little shadow.

Wherever Pei Jingnian went, Shi Qiao would follow.

As soon as recess ended in elementary school, Shi Qiao would run straight from the first floor to the third floor, lean against the window, and keep calling out "Brother".

Little Qiao: Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother!! Come out quickly!! Play with me!!

Classmate A: Your sister's here again, Pei Jingnian (laughs)

Student B: That's great! I also want a cute little sister like that.

Student C: I begged my parents to give me a younger sister, and they just rolled their eyes at me, sob sob! Pei Jingnian, could you please make her call me "brother" too?

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Slowly turns his head) (His gaze is fixed) (He coldly sweeps across A, B, and C) Do I know you guys well?

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Inner monologue) No! You're not allowed to look at her! How awful!

A, B, and C: (swallowing hard) (feeling uneasy) (silently walking away) (This guy, could he be a siscon?!)

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (After packing his things) (goes around to the back door of the classroom) (leads Shi Qiao to the corner of the stairs) You... don't come to the classroom to find me anymore, just wait for me here.

Xiao Qiao: (lost a baby tooth) (his smile is lisp) (nods, though he doesn't quite understand why) Okay—

Xiao Qiao: Let me tell you, brother, today the teacher told us...

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Listening attentively) (Staring at her cheeks, which always puff up when she makes funny faces) (Unconsciously moving closer)

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Inner monologue) It tastes like glutinous rice balls, I really want to know what it tastes like...

Xiao Qiao: (Suddenly turns her head) (meets Pei Jingnian's gaze) Brother, are you listening to me?

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Suddenly pulls away) (Scratches his brow) Uh... um, I have it.

Xiao Shiqiao: (Continues rambling) (Seems like she has endless things to say) And then, oh, I said...

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Only dared to glance at her out of the corner of his eye) (Started daydreaming again, thinking to himself) What does that taste like? She loves chocolate the most, could it be chocolate flavored?

Xiao Pei Jingnian: (Ears turn red) (Inner monologue) Isn't this kind of thinking strange? (Feeling a little guilty) (While Shi Qiao was talking animatedly, he quietly slipped a small piece of chocolate into her pocket)

It was a coincidence when she returned to the classroom.

Xiao Qiao: (touches his pocket) (takes out a piece of chocolate) (runs to his classmate to show off) See, see! I told you my pocket could produce chocolate!