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

As they left the bar, Pei Jingnian opened the passenger door, but Shi Qiao clung to him like an octopus, refusing to let go.

Pei Jingnian patted her back and coaxed her softly, "Be good, Shi Qiao."

The girl in his arms blushed and shook her head vigorously, "No, I'll fall."

Unable to reach an agreement, Pei Jingnian had no choice but to get into the passenger seat along with Shi Qiao.

Once the car door closed, all traces of life in Central were shut out.

All that remained was Shi Qiao's hot breath falling on his neck, the heat emanating from her body seeping into his thin clothes.

Her chin rested on her slightly open shirt, her cheeks tilted upwards like rotten tomatoes.

The next second, her restless little hands lifted Pei Jingnian's thin inner lining, touching his undulating lower abdomen at point-blank range.

Pink immediately rose up, covering the man's entire earlobes.

"Wait...wait a minute, Shi Qiao."

His body was stiff, and his pupils were unfocused and blurry.

Shi Qiao sat up, carefully feeling around, a silly smile playing on her lips.

"Pei Jingnian, you've gotten even stronger."

"Let me count how many abs you have."

She meticulously rolled up the edge of her clothes, revealing her perfectly defined six-pack abs, with her V-line stretching all the way south and disappearing into the edge of her pants.

A translucent pink fingertip traced the area, and the rounded nail plate sent a shiver down her spine.

Pei Jingnian gripped her wrist with one hand, the veins on the back of his pale hand throbbing.

His breathing was irregular and low, extremely suppressed.

The alluring scenes that lingered in his dreams day and night constantly assaulted his already dwindling rationality.

They want to move on to the next step and take control.

He wanted to take advantage of her being out of her mind and devour her completely, leaving not even bones behind.

But that won't work.

"It was a lucky coincidence."

His tone carried a hint of warning.

It's unclear whether he was warning Qiao not to go too far, or warning himself not to take advantage of someone in distress.

Shi Qiao blinked, trying to break free from Pei Jingnian's hold, but remained motionless.

She puffed out her cheeks in anger and leaned her fluffy head closer.

Chirp.

Her soft lips brushed against the corner of the man's mouth, leaving a light, milky-orange kiss mark.

When her clever scheme succeeded, she smiled, her eyes crinkling like crescent moons, and shallow dimples adorning her red lips.

"Hehe, Pei Jingnian, this is my first kiss."

"You should cherish your first time."

As she spoke, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her lips trembled with grievance, and her gaze drifted downwards.

"Wait a minute, something's poking me."

Hold.

Before things got too messy, Pei Jingnian quickly fastened Shi Qiao's seatbelt and closed the car door.

The corners of my lips, where I'd been kissed, were burning.

So soft.

Lemon flavored.

He squatted by the car door, his fever still raging.

Stupid is clever.

It was clearly the second time.

*

When Shi Qiao woke up, she was in a soft, big bed.

She felt dizzy all over, but the makeup on her face had been removed, and she was wearing a soft two-piece pajama set.

She remembered drinking the sparkling water in front of her seat and then seeing Pei Jingnian.

Then I can't remember anything.

She broke out in a cold sweat.

broken.

They changed seats but not drinks, so I ended up drinking Youyou's sparkling wine.

Then, could it be...?

She swallowed her words, opened her phone, and silently sent a message to Jiang Youran.

[Shi Qiao: Youyou, you only need to answer yes or no.]

[Shi Qiao: Pei Jingnian came yesterday?]

[Jiang Youran: Yes.]

Suddenly, her blood pressure spiked.

[Shi Qiao: Was it Pei Jingnian who took me home?]

[Jiang Youran: Yes, that's right.]

Shi Qiao felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at the constantly flashing "The other party is typing..." message above her head.

[Shi Qiao: Alright, you don't need to tell me the rest.]

[Shi Qiao: Wish me luck!]

She put down her phone, tiptoed open a crack in the door, and peeked out her head, which still had one side of its tuft of hair sticking up.

In the center of the living room, Pei Jingnian held a coffee cup, the cold light from his phone screen shining down on his face.

There is no hairstyle.

Her complexion was worse than last night.

Shi Qiao felt that her own life was even more precarious.

No!

Heaven wanted her dead, but she refused to accept it.

Her fate is in her own hands, not in the hands of heaven.

She carefully closed the door, and before Pei Jingnian could react, she slipped into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator, which was mostly empty, containing only a bag of whole wheat toast and some frozen bacon.

She can't bring herself to apologize with a thorn on her back, but carrying a loaf of toast shouldn't be a problem.

Shi Qiao took out two slices of toast, put them into the toaster, and pressed the switch.

Just as she was about to take out the frying pan, long, slender fingers reached over her shoulder, taking away the weight from her hands.

"Are you trying to blow up my kitchen?"

His voice, tinged with weariness, cascaded down from above.

There's also a pleasant woody scent that envelops you completely.

She tilted her head back, and the man's face appeared in her line of sight upside down. His soft hair fell smoothly over his shoulders, filling the gap between them.

Shi Qiao hurriedly moved away, her head down like a child who had done something wrong.

"No, no, it's that..."

The words "I'm sorry about yesterday" were stuck in my mouth like a piece of sticky candy, impossible to utter.

Pei Jingnian lowered his gaze and landed on the stammering little girl.

She bit her red lips intentionally or unintentionally, her cheeks puffing out slightly.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he had done something to her.

Pei Jingnian brushed aside the stray hairs that obscured his eyebrows and eyes, revealing a shadow cast by his prominent brow bone, which pressed down on his slightly upturned phoenix eyes.

"go out."

He rolled up his loose sleeves, revealing his slender forearms, and picked up a ceramic pot from the corner, its surface still covered with a layer of condensation.

Place it on the stove and heat it over a low flame.

Shi Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.

She then realized that her palms were damp with a thin layer of sweat.

Is this cooked for her?

Why are you suddenly being so nice to her?

Was it arranged by Lu Zhou?

Her heart was a tangled mess of yarn; the more she tried to untangle it, the more it twisted around her.

About five minutes later, Pei Jingnian placed the heat-resistant mat with one hand and put the ceramic pot in front of her.

"You have class in the third period today, so hurry up and go after you finish eating."

Shi Qiao said "Oh," but hesitated and didn't dare to lift the pot.

I was terrified it was a bomb.

Pei Jingnian squinted, lifted the lid, and revealed the freshly heated millet porridge.

The golden millet grains are plump and covered with a thick layer of rice oil, exuding a fragrant aroma.

"It's not poison, so someone can rest assured."

Ding.

The toaster made a sound.

Pei Jingnian turned around and came out with a piece of burnt toast in his mouth. He sat down opposite Shi Qiao without saying a word.

Shi Qiao ate very unpleasantly.

She lost.

Pei Jingnian gave him millet porridge that had been stewed to perfection.

And she even burned the toast!

She reached out and grabbed the uneaten toast, pushing the barely touched porridge towards Pei Jingnian.

"This is all burnt."

Pei Jingnian calmly pushed the things back.

"I prefer bitter flavors."

He glanced at the black coffee in his hand. "So, it's perfect."

"Eat quickly."

"Do you want to be late on the first day of school?"

Shi Qiao silently withdrew her hand and buried her head in her mouth, stuffing porridge into her mouth.

Her ears turned slightly red.

What's wrong with this man?

Can't you say a few nice words?

Being gentle with her won't hurt you!

*

When Shi Qiao arrived at school, she almost missed it.

She made it safely to base, and from a distance she could see that Jiang Youran had already taken her place.

No wonder we're best friends who booked classes together and achieved a 99% overlap in our schedules!

However, Shi Qiao was dumbfounded.

She had barely sat down when a mountain of gifts was unfurled on her table.

What happened?!