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

Shi Qiao got up, changed her clothes, and went to open the door.

Lu Zhou squatted in front of her house, holding her Flying Witch bag in her left hand and two of the latest mobile phones in her right hand.

She blinked, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the custom-made phone that matched her bag perfectly in color, with the Flying Little Witch IP pattern engraved on it.

This is absolutely an ita-gi!

Lu Zhou put her bag on the shoe cabinet. "Old Pei said his phone just broke, so he'll get you a new one too."

He glanced at his phone and added, "Oh, he also told you not to overthink it; it was Aunt Lin's request."

Shi Qiao's lips twitched.

"That Pei Jingnian guy's mouth is good to donate."

She glanced at her bag, her brow furrowing slightly.

"That's strange." She cupped the edge of her hands. "I remember this place..."

Lu Zhou was taken aback, subconsciously scratched his cheek, and looked at Shi Qiao nervously.

Shi Qiao lifted it up and looked it over from all angles. "I remember I accidentally scratched this place before, and a layer of paint came off."

"Why does it look so new now?"

Moreover, she felt that the plaster was made even better than she remembered.

The checkerboard pattern on the back panel is neat and even, the bows on both sides are trimmed, and the limited edition badge is placed in the very center. The lace trim is clean and crisp, with not even a little bit of excess glue.

Is it because it was lost and then found that it created an illusion?

Oh well, maybe it's just because I didn't see my darling for one night. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Lu Zhou coughed lightly, quickly diverting Shi Qiao's attention.

"Oh, right, Shi Qiao, have you seen Lao Pei?"

Shi Qiao looked away. "You've been calling him repeatedly, but he hasn't answered?"

"Did he go to the lab?"

Lu Zhou's face didn't look like he was joking. "The original plan was to deliver your bag and then we'd go to the lab together."

"Go check the room. If you see him, tell him I'm waiting for him in the garage."

Shi Qiao placed the bag on the shoe cabinet. "Okay."

She closed the door and hurried to Pei Jingnian's room, afraid of triggering his morning grumpiness. She knocked very carefully on the door, "Pei Jingnian? Are you there?"

No response.

There were no thoughts or feelings expressed.

"Well, I'm coming in now?"

She pressed down the doorknob, and the room was pitch black. Only the light coming in from outside the door could barely make out the bed, where the thin blanket was faintly arched.

What's going on? I'm at home.

She tiptoed forward and patted him on the shoulder. "Pei Jingnian, Lu Zhou is here to see you."

The blanket on the bed stirred slightly, and the man turned over, opening one eye slightly.

A small tuft of black hair curled slightly, her pale face was tinged with pink, which made her lips stand out even more. Her pupils kept dilating, unable to focus.

Shi Qiao was stunned, and immediately placed her hand on Pei Jingnian's forehead.

It's so hot!

"Pei Jingnian, you have a fever..."

Before she could finish speaking, her palm was poked by a hot nose. He tilted his furry head back and kissed her palm with his thin lips, then gently bit her trembling fingertips.

The heat of her breath tickled her skin.

"Wife."

His voice was different from his usual deep and hoarse tone; it sounded somewhat slurred.

Shi Qiao's face instantly turned a rotten tomato color.

So...so cute...

"Honey, I want a hug."

Before Shi Qiao could respond, he reached out and grabbed her slender forearm with a strength that left no room for refusal.

Caught off guard, she was pulled into a firm embrace, the body temperature of which was frighteningly high.

Pei Jingnian's fingertips were restless, sliding down his wrist and grasping the cool, warm touch from the corner of the open garment.

"So soft."

Shi Qiao couldn't help but let out a soft hum, her small hands crumpling her gray pajamas. She tried to push Pei Jingnian away, but was instead locked even tighter.

He drooped his head and bit his pink earlobe.

"Wife, that sounds so sweet."

"Say it again."

I want to hear you call me "husband".

I want you to praise your husband for being great.

He slightly increased the pressure in his hands, his lips slowly pecking at her cheek, each touch making her body go limp.

Shi Qiao was like a lamb that had fallen into a wolf's den, with no strength to resist, except for her mouth which still had some strength left.

"Pei Jingnian, wake up!"

Is this guy thinking he's dreaming?

Pei Jingnian responded to the name she called, turned over and pressed her onto the soft mattress of the couch, holding her undergarment but not completely removing it, instead leaving it on her wrist.

This creates a natural constraint.

The leg bone pressed against the ground, creating a gap.

He lowered himself down, looking aggrieved, and bit her collar button, tearing it off with his canine teeth.

He probed with the tip of his nose, parting the cumbersome fabric.

"Wife, are you dissatisfied with me?"

"Where does your wife like to go?"

"Here?" He licked the collarbone line, leaving a burning mark.

"And here?" He probed further in.

Shi Qiao forced herself to remain silent.

"Still, here."

His voice was drowned out by the blankets, his shoulder became the only resting place for his calves, and his fingertips pressed against his lower lip.

"etc……"

Shi Qiao's toes were taut, and the irregular creases between her toes inevitably caused stray hairs to brush against her calves, making her tremble.

The sound spilled from his lips and teeth, hit the ceiling, and lingered before his eardrums.

There was still a layer of clothing between them.

There was still a layer of clothing between them.

She placed her hands limply on his head, her slender fingers digging deeply into his coarse hair.

She didn't want to prove how superior Pei Jingnian's bone structure was through this method.

Especially the tip of the nose.

That's too good.

Pei Jingnian raised his head and left another kiss on the delicate skin.

"Honey, your voice sounds even better now."

"So... I like it here."

He lifted his heavy eyelids, his eyes flushed red, and stared intently at her, his gaze unfocused and dreamy.

I like you so much.

"I love you."

"Wife, in this life, the next life, and the life after that..."

"Will you stay with me forever?"

Shi Qiao turned her flushed face to the side and pushed him away a little by stepping on his shoulder with her toes.

"You bastard."

He lifted the hem of his shirt with one hand and stumbled as he took it off.

His strong upper body muscles were engorged with blood, and his chest heaved.

The black silhouette captured against the light has smooth lines that are as if carved with a knife.

His five fingers, burning with heat, rested on her lower abdomen, gently caressing and searching for the right spot.

"My wife's voice sounds so nice when she's yelling."

"Look," he lowered his head, lifting her toes to trace her foot, "he likes it too."

"You don't dislike your wife, do you?"

"Otherwise, you'll push me away, you'll kick me."

"You know, honey, I can't do anything about your crying."

Shi Qiao froze, her breathing became erratic, and her body temperature began to rise due to the sensation between her feet. Her ten fingers clenched tightly into her palms.

She was completely helpless against Pei Jingnian.

A voice in her mind kept admonishing her.

Tell her that Pei Jingnian has a fever and is delirious.

Strictly speaking, it's mostly because of her that he became ill.

She couldn't be so ungrateful.

"Wife..."

"I really want to be even more unreasonable to you."

He kissed her ankle affectionately, his eyes sparkling with desire, yet at the crucial moment he chose a tone of vulnerability.

"Is that alright?"