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

There are two words that men cannot bear to hear.

One is small, and the other is soft.

Shi Qiao's words contained a hidden message.

other people.

Who are the others?

What have you experienced in other people's lives?

Pei Jingnian turned over slightly, freeing himself from the shackles of formalism.

"Say it again?"

Shi Qiao was half asleep when Pei Jingnian's noise woke her up. She frowned slightly and rubbed her eyes.

"Hmm... what do you mean, say it again?"

Pei Jingnian got up, his face terribly gloomy, and used one hand to pull the corner of the quilt to completely peel Shi Qiao out.

Then, it pressed down on top.

It rendered her unable to move.

"Wife, when did you experience other people's experiences? How come I didn't know?" Pei Jingnian's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and the heat seeping from above made Shi Qiao breathless.

When she went to sleep, her pajamas unintentionally rode up a little, revealing her cool, moist belly, which pressed against Pei Jingnian's abs without any obstruction.

"What...what is experiencing other people? I..." Shi Qiao was confused for a moment, then suddenly remembered that she had just been vaguely thinking about the pectoral muscles of the domineering CEO in the novel.

"Ah, um... I've only seen that, I don't think it's very realistic."

"Your soft and delicate type is the best."

Upon hearing these two sentences, Pei Jingnian's temples throbbed.

"Soft? Honey, are you sure?" He squeezed her slender waist tightly through her clothes, pulling her closer to his chest.

Shi Qiao put her hands in front of her like a little rabbit and blinked obediently.

As for Pei Jingnian's pectoral muscles, she only remembered doing it three times, including the time just now.

"Where are there many times..." she muttered softly, then patted Pei Jingnian on the shoulder. "It's okay, most of those are just made up by inexperienced people."

Moreover, some comics depict particularly terrifying body shapes, like double-door refrigerators, and heads that look like pimples that could be squeezed out directly.

"I think your situation is more normal."

"Too hard and it hurts, yours isn't very big either, just right."

She spoke earnestly, word by word, as if afraid that Pei Jingnian would misunderstand her.

Pei Jingnian used his forearm to lift Shi Qiao up completely. "Wife, this kind of comfort is really... a little unpleasant."

Shi Qiao froze, and then her body was completely lifted off the bed. In her panic, she wrapped her arms around Pei Jingnian's neck.

"What...you, I wasn't trying to comfort you! I was telling the truth!"

Pei Jingnian unlocked the bedroom door and carried her to his own bedroom.

He swayed with every step, and he loosened his grip a bit, forcing her to hold on tightly to keep from falling.

"What are you doing, Pei Jingnian? Don't scare me..."

Did she say something wrong?

Pei Jingnian's physique was indeed just right in her eyes; his muscles were aesthetically pleasing, not exaggerated, and symmetrical, making him look slim in clothes but muscular when undressed.

She was laid down on the sheets, which were soaked in the strong scent of bergamot, and Pei Jingnian's scent enveloped her completely from front to back.

He reached past her with his long arm and fumbled in the dark to turn on the bedside table light.

The light, like silk threads, gradually covered Pei Jingnian's entire body, outlining the sculpted lines of his muscles.

This was the first time Shi Qiao had ever seen Pei Jingnian's face so dark.

He opened the cabinet and heard the rustling sound of plastic boxes.

"It's not even eleven o'clock yet." Pei Jingqing, with a small black diamond dangling from his lips, lay on Shi Qiao's chest. "Time is a bit tight."

The plastic edge scraped against her collarbone, raising goosebumps.

He let go, and like a puppy, he brought the item and obediently placed it in front of his owner.

"Honey, I was hoping you'd say you wanted it yourself."

"But what my wife just said makes me feel..."

"I need to correct my wife's wrong viewpoint."

"You need to experience it all over again, both physically and mentally."

The burning fingertips flipped through the fabric barrier.

Shi Qiao's pupils widened in surprise, her mind quickly recalling what she had just said, and considering her current situation.

Depend on!

You've been misunderstood!

"No, Pei Jingnian, I..."

The man buried his head, his canines slowly biting open the restraints on her chest. Stray hairs brushed against her, causing her to sink even deeper into the sheets, her fingers gripping the pillow tightly.

"Wife, what are you?" He nibbled, leaving obvious bite marks, and lazily looked up at her.

"I said...you've misunderstood..."

He showered her with kisses, making the clear line on her abdomen appear even smoother.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, and she bit her lip tightly to keep herself from making any more noise.

Is that damn man's tongue that hot?

As the silk fabric rubbed against me, the icy coolness gradually transformed.

It's so hot.

Shi Qiao's body stiffened as her fingers were pressed against the square piece on her chest.

Pei Jingnian stared intently at her, his eyes flushed with a thirsty red.

"Wife, help me."

It seemed like a simple statement, but the slight upward inflection at the end made it sound like a final question.

If she opens it, that means she has given her permission.

Shi Qiao trembled uncontrollably as she met those unfocused, hazy, dark eyes, which were filled with aggression.

Her fingertips moved slowly, gently rubbing the edges of the plastic.

"Pei Jingnian..." Her eyes were brimming with tears, her almond-shaped eyes half-open, looking at him with some fear, "Could you... be a little gentler?"

The man's body stiffened, and his breathing became more rapid.

"I'll listen to my wife."

He grasped that slender waist.

"I always listen to my wife."

*

Shi Qiao didn't know what time it was.

She felt like she was dehydrated, and her voice was hoarse from crying so much.

She leaned on Pei Jingnian's shoulder, clenching her hard muscles to stifle her cries.

The ceiling seemed to be shaking, and his hair was brushing against his waist intermittently.

Fine strands of sweat were squeezed into the few gaps between his skin.

"I'm so thirsty, Pei Jingnian," she called softly.

Pei Jingnian gently pressed her two beautiful dimples on her lower back, then helped her up. Knowing she was tired, he carried her towards the water dispenser.

With each step she took, Shi Qiao felt even thirstier.

Pei Jingnian took a sip of warm water and fed it to her slightly parted cherry lips.

Shi Qiao whimpered, her fingernails scratching irregularly on Pei Jingnian's back, until the skin was broken.

"More..." She squinted, took Pei Jingnian's warm tongue, which had been moistened by cold water, into her mouth, and pressed it even closer.

Pei Jingnian's Adam's apple bobbed up and down; he felt incredibly thirsty despite having just drunk some water. "Mmm, okay."

Shi Qiao leaned against the cold wall, a sudden chill sending shivers down her spine. "No, I meant I want some water..."

Pei Jingnian smiled mischievously, "This is a bonus because my wife is being too cute."

"My wife is thirsty, I have to feed her until she's full..." He brushed aside the hair that covered his eyebrows and eyes, his greed impossible to hide, "Only then."

Shi Qiao cried and screamed, and Pei Jingnian obediently coaxed her.

"Just a little while longer, honey."

Shi Qiao weakly pounded her chest; this time it was quite solid.

I've heard that phrase many times.

"Pei Jingnian, the big liar."

"Big liar..."

*

When Shi Qiao opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.

She was in pain all over her body.

The bedside table was still open, and the missing box reminded her of what had happened last night.

She was about to turn over when she was tightly embraced.

Pei Jingnian gently bit her earlobe, breathing hot air into it.

Good morning, honey.

Shi Qiao was too weak to do anything but let him hold her like this. "You bastard."

Pei Jingnian rested his chin on her shoulder, "How did I become such a jerk again?"

"They...promised me so much, but in the end..."

Shi Qiao pursed her lips. "You didn't do a single one!"

"I'm sorry, my wife is just too addictive," he said in a low voice, "..."

"And it's already very light."

He leaned close to his ear, "..."

Upon hearing the request, Shi Qiao's face flushed red, and she shouted, "Get out!!"