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

Shi Qiao was a little confused.

She had her eyes closed and had no idea what had slapped her.

It's still warm.

Could it be that Pei Jingnian is faking being drunk?

You're secretly laughing at her clumsy attempt to help him take off his clothes, aren't you?

Shi Qiao opened her eyes; she wanted to see where Pei Jingnian got the audacity to slap her—

She silently closed her eyes again.

This is a real slap.

At this moment, Shi Qiao's face was covered in all sorts of colors, enough to open a dye shop.

How could she have used too much force and pulled off Pei Jingnian's inner garment as well?

No, it's still his fault.

They're all drunk, yet they're still so energetic.

She fumbled and separated the two layers.

Now, all you have to do is quietly put it back in its original place.

You can pretend that...nothing happened.

Suddenly, Pei Jingnian sat up straight. "So...thirsty."

Shi Qiao was slapped again.

The man kept pulling at the blanket covering him, and Shi Qiao was unsure whether to put his underwear back on first or cover his head to prevent him from getting up.

She tried to do both things, but ended up neglecting both ends.

The blanket slipped off, leaving her completely exposed, and she and Pei Jingnian stared at each other wide-eyed.

Right now, Shi Qiao was clutching the edge of his inner shirt with both hands, her fair skin flushed with color, her fingertips pressing helplessly on the letters on it.

His breath was disordered, swirling between his skin.

It's very itchy.

The lips, which were originally just light pink, slowly turned red, almost touching the lips.

His pupils contracted, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

I'm even thirstier now.

Why is my wife lying here?

This must be... a dream.

Why is my wife so cute even in my dreams?

I really want to bully her.

Pei Jingnian pinched her cheek, pressing his fingertips between her lips to create a small space between them, acting as a buffer.

She was clearly taken aback for a moment, then her lips parted and she mumbled something unintelligible.

It was as if a veil was drawn around her ears, making her words sound hazy.

I can't hear clearly.

I don't want to hear it either.

He wanted to shut his wife up.

It should be fine in a dream, right?

All of these inner thoughts fell into Shi Qiao's ears without being missed.

She struggled slightly, but Pei Jingnian gripped her cheeks even tighter.

Pei Jingnian leaned down, his fingers tentatively parting her lips, his fingertips teasing her.

She tried to escape, so he pressed down on her with his fingertips.

The constant whimpering prevented him from uttering a complete sentence, irritating his eardrums.

He would normally feel heartbroken if he saw her cry, but now, seeing her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears and her eyes reddened, he only felt excited.

"Wife... your mouth is so beautiful, so small." Pei Jingnian's eyes were hazy as he circled her little tongue back and forth.

"My lips feel so warm too."

Although it was a heated room, the temperature was getting hotter and hotter.

Some things are hard to bear.

His fingertips suddenly stopped, his eyes darkened, and he compared the images back and forth.

Although Shi Qiao didn't hear Pei Jingnian's inner thoughts, she could tell at a glance what Pei Jingnian wanted to do.

She quickly grabbed his forearms with both hands, panting heavily, shaking her head like a rattle drum.

Pei Jingnian withdrew his gaze and whispered words of comfort:

"I know, honey."

He obediently pulled his pants back on, thinking, "You'll get hurt."

Even in my dreams, I don't want to hurt you.

"so……"

He released her, bent down, scooped her up, and pressed her down into the messy blankets.

His body lost its strength, and most of his weight pressed firmly against her abdomen.

"As long as I give it to my wife, it's fine."

His shoulders became the support point for his calves, and he straightened up slightly while half-kneeling.

The red cheongsam she was wearing naturally draped down due to gravity, and coincidentally, it partially obscured Shi Qiao's view.

Pei Jingnian gripped her thigh tightly with his ten fingers, his knuckles leaving deep fingerprints on her skin.

When the forearm exerts force, the muscles pulsate continuously.

He lowered his head, making his lip lines even clearer.

Like a puppy, licking and kissing without any rhyme or reason.

Shi Qiao turned her body slightly to the side, and her waist was completely off the bed. She could only hold onto the pillow to suppress the sound.

In my ears, a satisfied murmur mingled with an increasingly uncontrollable whisper.

So cute.

So sweet.

She was so bound by an overwhelming force that she had no strength left to escape.

Moreover, this method is really good...

Shi Qiao's vision gradually blurred, and she could no longer see even the baseboard on the ceiling.

Suddenly, it came to an abrupt end.

Pei Jingnian wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs and fell to his side, burying his head in the spot, but that was the end of it.

Only the sound of steady breathing scratched at my skin.

Shi Qiao stood there, stunned, unable to break free, feeling as if ants were crawling all over her body.

asshole.

That big bastard.

*

Pei Jingnian woke up on the floor the next day.

There was a small lump curled up on the bed.

"Wife?" Pei Jingnian climbed back into bed, his head still aching from the hangover.

Shi Qiao was wrapped up tightly like a ball, with pale dark circles under her eyes.

"Get lost. I don't want to talk to you right now, Pei Jingnian."

Last night, I made her feel terrible, and then I just fell asleep without saying a word.

It made her sleep in a daze all night, and she felt unwell all over.

Pei Jingnian carefully hugged her from behind, using the blanket as a cover. "Did I do something wrong last night, wife?"

"Don't ignore me..."

Shi Qiao still didn't answer her, keeping her eyes tightly closed; she just wanted to rest for a while.

Did I hurt you? Or did I force you? Or...?

Pei Jingnian asked a whole bunch of questions, and Shi Qiao had no choice but to utter a resentful remark.

"Anyway, you're an irresponsible guy who only cares about yourself."

Pei Jingnian's body visibly stiffened.

Irresponsible? Self-centered?

He drank too much yesterday and was almost blacking out. He vaguely remembered going home with his wife and then wanting to kiss her.

Then, I had a sexual dream.

Could it be...?

He turned around and searched around, but didn't see what he thought should be there.

"Honey, I'm not going to be unfaithful...."

Shi Qiao was startled and jumped out of bed. "What on earth are you thinking?!"

"No! If you had really done that last night, I would have kicked you out."

Pei Jingnian breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good. So what exactly happened last night?"

Shi Qiao bit her lip and clenched her fists tightly.

She...she couldn't possibly just say that she was in a bad mood because Pei Jingnian's car broke down halfway through the journey and she was very unhappy, could she?

That would be both embarrassing and give Pei Jingnian a new reason to torment her.

She lay back down in bed and made up an excuse.

"No, it's just... it's just that you promised to read the letter, but you got drunk and that didn't happen."

After a half-minute silence, the drawer was opened and closed again, and Pei Jingqing wrapped his arms around her.

"It's my fault. I made my wife angry and I didn't sleep well all night."

"We'll read together after you've rested."

"Or, if you'd like, I can break down my beliefs for you now?"