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

Shi Qiao's heart was pounding.

Pei Jingnian's stray hairs were casually parted into a lazy three-seven split, his eyelashes casting ambiguous shadows, and his hot breath tickled his protruding ankle bones.

The man who had been celibate in front of her for over a decade suddenly broke free of his shackles.

Like a wild beast out of control, yearning for comfort.

Her gaze shifted upwards, meeting his deep, dark eyes.

He exudes a suffocating aura of hormones, yet his eyes are filled with deep affection, making it impossible for anyone to say "no."

No!

She squeezed her eyes shut.

That face was seriously affecting her judgment.

Moreover, Pei Jingnian's confession under these circumstances felt completely unnatural.

What she wanted was his honesty and openness, both physically and mentally, when he was rational and clear-headed.

She struggled for a moment, "Let me go, Pei Jingnian!"

Without pulling back his foot, he kicked Pei Jingnian directly in the collarbone.

He hissed softly and swayed unsteadily.

thump!

A muffled thud came from beside him, and Pei Jingnian, whose eyes had been half-open, obediently closed them, his breathing becoming even.

Shi Qiao quickly got up and dressed, placing her hands on her chest to calm her racing heart.

Looking to the side, Pei Jingnian had a sleepy face like a child, without any guard, his eyebrows slightly curved, and his thin lips slightly pursed but with a smile.

She turned the bedside lamp up a little brighter, tucked Pei Jingnian in, and took out her phone to explain the situation to Lu Zhou.

Immediately afterwards, she found the fever-reducing patches and medicine, applied them to Pei Jingnian, and then poked his cheek:

"Take your medicine, Pei Jingnian."

"Take your medicine before you sleep."

Pei Jingnian opened his eyes with difficulty, his gaze falling on the red capsule in her palm, his eyes slightly narrowed as if he were examining something.

Suddenly, he pulled the blanket up with both hands and shrank back into the bed.

"I won't eat it, it's bitter."

His voice was muffled and carried a hint of temper.

The sentiments that Shi Qiao usually hears completely overlap with those of Shi Qiao.

She laughed, annoyed, and pulled back Pei Jingnian's blanket. "Didn't you say you prefer bitter flavors?"

Pei Jingnian turned his head to the side, his eyes were still unfocused, and his cheeks were flushed with an unnatural redness.

That's because...

"fine."

He swallowed the rest of his words, slammed on the brakes, and barely managed to prop himself up to open the bedside table.

It was filled with a whole box of fruit-flavored candies.

"If my wife feeds me candy later, I'll take my medicine."

Shi Qiao truly hadn't expected Pei Jingnian to look like this when he was delirious with fever.

"Understood, here you go." Shi Qiao handed it over with both hands.

Pei Jingnian glanced at him with disdain, but his movements were quick and efficient. He swallowed fast, and the water droplets slid down the corner of his lips, passing over his Adam's apple as it moved up and down.

He shifted slightly to the side, his eyes fixed on her without blinking, his thin lips slightly parted:

"sugar."

Shi Qiao opened the tin box, took out a raspberry-flavored hard candy, and handed it to Pei Jingnian's lips.

The man turned his head away. "That's not how it is."

He reached out and gently pinched Shi Qiao's wrist, guiding her fingers to place the candy between her cherry lips.

The movement was so fast that Shi Qiao's lips were stained with the white icing from the hard candy.

Pei Jingnian smiled with satisfaction and pulled her into his arms.

A deep kiss pressed down.

The scalding heat, along with the bitter aftertaste of the medicine, momentarily took hold, but the candy in my mouth quickly took effect.

The man didn't rush to take the hard candy from her mouth, but instead gently sucked on the cool raspberry flavor that lingered on her tongue, relentlessly entangled with her escaping tongue.

The sugar swirled around in my mouth, leaving a lingering sweetness.

Pei Jingnian only rolled the hard candy away when it was almost completely broken.

He lay back on the bed, gently grasping Shi Qiao's index finger with his right hand and rubbing it with his thumb.

His face was beaming with a bright smile.

He lightly pecked at her fingernail, his cheek pressed close to hers.

"Wife...I love you..."

He tried to keep his eyes open, but his eyelids kept drooping uncontrollably.

After a while, even breathing finally came from the bedside.

Shi Qiao still had the sweet taste of raspberries lingering in her mouth, and her cheeks were burning uncontrollably.

How come Pei Jingnian, who is sick, looks like a top-tier succubus?

She almost couldn't handle it.

Calm down, calm down, take it easy.

Everything we do today is preparation for him to speak the truth in the future.

Shi Qiao took a deep breath, just about to pull her hand away.

A prominent blister on the side of the man's index finger caught the eye, becoming overly noticeable in the warm light.

She lifted his fingertips to examine them closely, and upon closer inspection, she noticed an even more horrifying burn on the little finger of his other hand.

She remembered that when Pei Jingnian disinfected her wounds yesterday, she didn't have these two burns on her hands.

Moreover, she only ever got this kind of burn when she was getting a splint...

and many more.

Shi Qiao carefully withdrew her hand, turned off the light, left the room, and headed straight for the Flying Witch bag by the door.

No way?

She unzipped the jacket, took out the back panel that she had noticed was off, and carefully placed it on the coffee table.

When she was making the pain relief board, her original design was to attach two strings of pearl strips inside.

But then she changed her mind. She thought that taking it off would scratch the checkerboard ribbon pattern that she had worked so hard to make, so she simply put it in the middle to block it.

She reached out and picked up the cajama.

The back is completely blank, as smooth as new.

Her eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly.

This is not her original bag.

She didn't know what had happened to her original bag, but Pei Jingnian returned it to her in a one-to-one replica of her previous design.

Her hands hung limply on her legs, leaving marks from her light scratches.

That man had clearly told her before that "these things are childish."

He could have simply told her that the original bag was broken when it was found.

She might feel unwell for a short while, but she recovers very well, and it will probably be over in two or three days.

However, Pei Jingnian chose this method.

It felt like a soft plug was suddenly blocking her chest, unable to go up or down.

Too cunning.

*

Pei Jingnian's head was throbbing. When he woke up, it was already evening, and his morning grumpiness was comparable to that of a vengeful ghost.

He stayed up all night at Lu Zi's house last night making Shi Qiao's buns, but he didn't expect to get a fever when he got back.

It was alright, though; he had a dream where all he had were his wives.

It's incredibly realistic.

It's particularly astringent.

If having a fever could give you such a vivid dream, he would be willing to have a fever every day, every moment.

Burn him to death.

The sound of steady breathing came from beside him, disturbing his reverie.

She turned her head to the side, and the person she had been longing for was nestled in her palm, her cheek puffing out obediently.

Pei Jingnian: !

【Wife!】

He then noticed that he had a cooling patch on his forehead, and an empty glass and a strip of fever reducer on his bedside table.

Was it his beloved wife who took care of him?

Pei Jingnian lowered his eyes, gently bent down, and scooped her up like a kitten, carrying her onto the bed.

He couldn't resist taking out his phone and snapping countless photos of Shi Qiao, who was fast asleep.

The girl's bangs were messed up from sleeping, with one sticking up. Her nose was small and delicate, her long eyelashes were curled, and her rosy lips were slightly pouting.

She was so well-behaved that it melted his heart.

His fingertips brushed past Shi Qiao's hair, his eyes overflowing with tenderness.

"Thank you for your hard work, Shi Qiao."

He left the room and took out his phone to find Lu Zhou.

[Pei Jingnian: Actually, there's really nothing to brag about.]

[Lu Zhou: ?]

[Pei Jingnian: I've always felt that being taken care of by my wife when I'm sick is a very normal thing, I don't know why anyone would deliberately post it to show off.]

[Pei Jingnian: Actually, my wife just took care of me when I was sick, and she was so tired that she fell asleep next to me. There's really nothing more to say.]

[Pei Jingnian: I will absolutely not tell you that I took 53 photos of my darling wife sleeping at 18:42 PM on Saturday.]

[Pei Jingnian: This is just a small episode in my life, and I'm not particularly happy about it. After all, as I said, this is just my daily routine, nothing serious.]

Lu Zhou: ...