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

She had just grasped it.

He perked up.

Before she could even react, her tongue was already darting between her lips, ready to leap out.

It's almost touching.

Pei Jingnian quickly used his hand to block the two, gently covering Shi Qiao's mouth.

"Wife, no..."

Shi Qiao muttered resentfully as he covered her mouth:

"Didn't I tell you not to move?"

She gripped his hand even tighter.

"Hurry up, Pei Jingnian, take your hand away."

But she wasn't very strong, so it didn't hurt at all.

Only*.

Pei Jingnian's body stiffened, his chest heaving with heavy breathing. He leaned forward, his head resting lightly on her shoulder.

"No...wife." He tried to pull Shi Qiao away with his other hand, "It was a struggle to hold back from continuing."

That's exactly the effect Shi Qiao wanted.

Who told him to make her feel so bad yesterday, and just now he bullied her without any restraint.

But now, Pei Jingnian showed no intention of letting go of her mouth, his large hand guarding it tightly.

Shi Qiao squinted slightly, briefly loosened her grip, and instead grabbed Pei Jingnian's arm. She tried to rub her nose against his palm, and soon, her lips covered it and pecked at it.

With each peck, her face turned even redder, gradually tinging her fair knuckles with pink.

She used the tip of her tongue to slightly pry open his tightly closed fingers, and a bright pink glint appeared between them.

[Wife, I'm so... aroused.]

Pei Jingnian couldn't help but reach out and hold her head back, taking the opportunity to suck on her tongue before it could be withdrawn.

His arms steadily supported her slumped waist, pushing her against the frosted glass covered with mist.

With nowhere to stand on the floor tiles, she was forced to step on Pei Jingnian's instep, and was lifted up so that she had to stand on tiptoe to meet his suffocating kiss.

The fog on the glass was dispersed by her jade-like, translucent skin.

Draw a clear and beautiful silhouette.

My wife has even learned this trick now. Where did she learn it from? Hmm?

[That little tongue is so cute, just like a puppy's...]

The man stepped on the tiled floor, the shower water splashing between his feet, making a sound, while the pieces stuck together made another sound as the remaining water droplets hit each other.

Not to mention the excessively loud drooling sounds of their lips and teeth mingling together.

Everything is mixed together.

It felt like falling into a furnace.

It's getting hotter and hotter.

Shi Qiao playfully punched Pei Jingnian in protest, sobbing continuously.

Pei Jingnian finally managed to release her, his forehead pressed against hers, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his low, somewhat rough breaths splashing onto her lips.

But when she looked more closely, her eyes were red.

Her wet hair piled up on her prominent collarbone, then traced beautiful lines as it passed over her chest, tickling his waist.

Pei Jingnian frowned, then obediently nuzzled Shi Qiao's nose. "What's wrong, wife?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Did I use too much force just now? Where does it hurt?"

Shi Qiao stubbornly turned her head away, "No... it's Pei Jingnian, you, really... went too far."

"It's like saying 'the magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are not allowed to light lamps.'"

"A hypocrite."

No.

Her backbone!

She slid one hand down.

Suddenly, a cool touch covered me again.

In an unexpected location.

Pei Jingnian narrowed his eyes slightly, holding her unsteadily, unable to control himself.

She took advantage of this moment to bury herself.

"wait…"

Pei Jingnian was forced to swallow the rest of his sentence.

With her head tilted back, her almond-shaped eyes were misty, and her lips were red and swollen.

It's still soft to the touch.

It's just using the tip of the tongue, without any method.

But it's so warm.

Pei Jingnian leaned against the tiles, suppressing the low moan between his lips, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing incessantly.

He looked down at her clumsy movements, his fingertips running through her hair and then down to her cheek.

Her mouth was so small that when she drank soup with a spoon, a few drops would sometimes accidentally peek out from the corner of her lips.

This was the first time Shi Qiao had ever seen Pei Jingnian with such an expression, and even the palm resting on the back of her head was trembling slightly.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the color gradually spread across his entire face.

The muscles are constantly engorged with blood and become taut.

From this angle, his naturally broad shoulders and narrow waist seem even more pronounced.

Moreover, she hadn't noticed that she was unconscious each time before—

So, Pei Jingnian's name sounds really good when he speaks in a story?

Her tongue brushed across the surface, and she narrowed her eyes slightly.

But what if we go even further...?

Pei Jingnian stopped her lips from opening and closing with his finger.

"Just your tongue... that's enough, wife." His words were punctuated by labored breathing, his rough fingertips caressing her moist lips.

"Otherwise... you'll get hurt."

Shi Qiao couldn't help but retort, "Where would I get hurt?"

"The corners of her mouth," Pei Jingnian answered quickly, his fingertips slowly moving down to her throat, "and... her throat."

Upon hearing the second sentence, Shi Qiao felt an uncontrollable surge of heat rising and flushing her cheeks.

"I, I didn't say I wanted to get it to...my throat, I was just trying it out."

Pei Jingnian's hand, which was holding her head, tightened its grip.

"Wife...do you know that?"

His vision was blurry, and he extended his long, distinct index and middle fingers with his other hand.

He skillfully pried open her teeth and teased her soft tongue with two fingers.

"I tried so hard to hold back... just to avoid grabbing my wife's head and doing something bad."

The movement of his fingertips went even further. "If it were here, or here."

"Will my wife break down?"

Shi Qiao flinched slightly at his teasing, instinctively leaning back, but he seized the opportunity to pull her into a tight embrace.

Pei Jingnian bit her earlobe with a hint of punishment, then slowly moved down her neck, specifically targeting the thinnest parts of her skin.

"Wife, you're so cute."

"The smartest."

"That's great."

"I already know how angry my wife is about yesterday's events and what kind of punishment she wants to give me."

Thin lips rubbed against skin, making soft sucking sounds.

"But I can't be that selfish."

"So the rest..."

Pei Jingnian traced the dimples on her waist with his fingertips. "How about letting my wife continue to punish me with her other mouth?"

He smiled wickedly, his aggression growing stronger, as if he wanted to devour her whole, and whispered in her ear:

"She wants to kiss me face-to-face."

He easily bound Shi Qiao's hands with one hand, raised them slightly, and pressed them against the wall.

"Or... should I turn my back?"

He tossed his hair back, revealing an unreserved greed in his eyes; his dark pupils, like a still lake, reflected her straight back.

"Don't worry, honey."

"It will leave you no time to feel bad."

Shi Qiao cried.

She chose a move that would hurt the enemy a thousand while damaging herself ten thousand.

*

When Shi Qiao woke up again, there was no one beside her, and it was already past three in the afternoon.

She stared at the half-closed letter on the bedside table, her lips twitching.

Who remembers that when they first woke up, the two of them were reading letters together?

She felt a little hungry and wanted to go downstairs to find something to eat. Just as she reached the corner of the stairwell on the first floor, she saw Pei Jingnian talking to her through the visual doorbell.

Several faces jostled and jostled the doorbell, shouting, "Pei Jingnian, open the door!"

Pei Jingnian remained expressionless. "No."

Joe stepped directly to the center, "We've come all this way to hear about your and Xiaoqiao's happy news, how can we not open the door! That's so ill-mannered!"

Pei Jingnian gave him no friendly look. "You think calling my wife 'Xiaoqiao' and showing off your face to offend my eyes makes you well-mannered?"

The four people outside the door: ...