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

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When they arrived home, the two of them each carried one on their backs and parked in front of the Jiang family's house.

Shi Qiao lowered her voice, "Wait a minute, I've almost forgotten what Youyou's house password is."

She held Jiang Youran with one hand to prevent her from falling, while struggling to enter the password with the other.

Feng Heng chuckled, "Shi Qiao, you and Jiang Youran really have a good relationship."

Shi Qiao said with a hint of pride, "Of course, Youyou and I have known each other since elementary school."

The Jiang family's door was opened, and Shi Qiao braced herself against it with one foot. "You go in first, Feng Heng."

Jiang Youran, who was on her back, suddenly stood up. "Don't move! I... I can still drink!"

"No one can defeat me, Jiang Youran, today!"

Jiang muttered in response, "Get lost, sis! I'm the real Wine Saint!"

Shi Qiao was startled and stumbled, falling backward along with Jiang Youran.

Feng Heng, with his keen eyesight, used one hand to support Jiang Youran, who was leaning back, and also helped to steady Shi Qiao.

Shi Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and grinned, "Thanks, Feng Heng."

Feng Heng shook his head. "It's nothing."

After finally getting the two siblings back to their room, Shi Qiao tiptoed and closed the Jiang family's front door.

She rubbed her forehead, "Thank goodness, I didn't wake up my uncle and aunt."

"If we had known we were coming back this late, Youyou and Jiang would have been furious."

Feng Heng was amused by her words and added, "Then I won't even be able to keep my tutoring job."

Shi Qiao smiled softly, her eyes crinkling, but then, remembering it was late at night and quiet, she forced herself to remain silent.

She stood at the door and said, "Why did this patrol car drive off? Wait a moment, I'll call it back for you."

"Thank you for your hard work today. I don't know how I would have carried these two people back without you."

Under the cover of night, Shi Qiao's eyes shone with an alarming light.

It resembles a bright crescent moon.

Feng Heng turned his head away. "I also bear some responsibility."

"After all, when it comes to drinking games, I'm the one you lose to the most."

Shi Qiao looked up and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you take responsibility next time."

"After three days apart, you will surely look at me with new eyes."

"But to be honest, Feng Heng, I always thought you were the kind of well-behaved student who wouldn't be able to hang out with us."

Feng Heng choked back tears, his ears burning. "Why...why do you think I'm that kind of well-behaved student?"

Shi Qiao counted on her fingers carefully, "First of all, your grades are always among the top in our class; secondly, you've never copied homework; and also..."

Feng Heng watched Shi Qiao muttering something, his throat bobbing.

The patrol car's lights swept over the two people and stopped in front of the Jiang family's house.

"Oh dear, I'm getting talkative, it's getting late." Shi Qiao waved her hand. "You should hurry home too, and let us know you got home safely in the group chat."

Feng Heng nodded, finally managing to force himself to look away from Shi Qiao.

She just said she'll beat him next time they play drinking games.

She said there will be a next time.

My heart is beating so fast.

*

When Shi Qiao got home, she did a perfunctory wash and brush of her teeth, without even bothering with skincare, and went straight to bed.

She really had a great time today.

The only downside is that she can't drink alcohol, so she can't have a drink with her best friend.

Perhaps clubbing and socializing really drained her energy; she practically fell asleep on the bed and her eyelids closed heavily.

The speed at which they fell asleep set a new historical record.

She dreamt that she was standing on clouds, which seemed to have turned into an endless sea of ​​clouds, and she was riding in a small boat, swaying back and forth.

I feel a little dizzy.

She needed to catch her breath and leaned against the side of the boat.

Then, a feeling of weightlessness, along with a wet heaviness, enveloped my body, leaving it sticky and uncomfortable.

It felt like sleep paralysis.

You can't push them away, and you can't drive them away.

She opened her eyes groggily, her mouth filled with air.

Two hands clasped tightly together, the fingers burning hot.

Those familiar dark eyes entered my field of vision, soaked in the night, glistening with moisture.

He lowered his gaze and lazily glanced at her.

He gently pinched her throat, pressing his thumb against the soft cartilage below her pharynx.

It was suffocating.

[Awake, honey?]