Mr. Pei! Don't force yourself into circles you can't fit into.

That night, Shen Jicheng refused to let Pei Lin leave and went to sleep on his side.

"You're not allowed to go!" Shen Jicheng stubbornly clung to Pei Lin's arm, uttering these harsh words.

"If you dare to lie on your side, I'll..."

Pei Lin was amused by Shen Jicheng's expression. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So what?"

Shen Jicheng paused, clenched his fingers, and whispered,

"I'll freeze myself to death so you'll never have a wife."

Pei Lin: "..." His cold gaze swept across Shen Jicheng's face. "Looks like you still haven't learned your lesson, have you?"

"If you dare to leave, I dare to do it!"

On this matter, Shen Jicheng did not back down. He fearlessly met Pei Lin's gaze, and in the end, Pei Lin was defeated.

He turned and pulled Shen Jicheng into his arms, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Alright, I'll stay."

Pei Lin has never been able to handle Shen Jicheng, not in the past, and not now. He's afraid he might accidentally hurt him, but he's also genuinely afraid Shen Jicheng will do something reckless. His body hasn't fully recovered yet. Everything will have to wait until he's fully recovered.

Shen Jicheng was happy inside. No matter what Pei Lin was like, he didn't want him to face these things alone. He didn't care about any danger or injury.

He had made preparations, but he hadn't expected that he hadn't prepared enough.

He was awakened by Pei Lin's rather heavy breathing. When he sat up in bed, he saw Pei Lin rummaging through something, seemingly looking for medicine.

"Pei Lin..." Shen Jicheng called out in a dazed voice.

However, Pei Lin did not answer. Shen Jicheng was no stranger to his condition, which was obviously a precursor to the onset of the disease.

Remembering Chu Haonan's instructions, he hurriedly threw off the covers, got out of bed barefoot, and walked towards Pei Lin. He hugged him from behind, pressed his cheek against his back, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Don't take medicine..."

"Chu Haonan told you not to rely on medication."

He felt Pei Lin's body stiffen, and then the hands that were wrapped around Pei Lin's waist were ruthlessly pried open. Pei Lin's voice was filled with restrained forbearance.

"Stay away from me..."

With only a sliver of reason left, Pei Lin tried to leave, but Shen Jicheng locked the door from the inside.

He stood barefoot at the doorway, blocking Pei Lin's way out.

"Shen Jicheng," Pei Lin called out in a deep voice, his tone slightly cold.

Don't make me angry.

However, Shen Jicheng did not back down on this matter.

After a moment of silence, he pulled something out of nowhere and slowly handed it to Pei Lin. Pei Lin pursed his lips.

"I'm willing." As soon as he finished speaking, he unbuttoned his pajamas, slowly took them off, and let them fall to the ground. He knelt down, leaving only his fair back exposed to Pei Lin.

Pei Lin's remaining rationality was completely burned away by Shen Jicheng's actions. His eyes were bloodshot, torn between rage and fury. He really wanted to leave bloody marks on that beautiful skin, but when he thought about who the person in front of him was, he desperately suppressed the wicked thoughts in his mind.

His clenched fingers tightened, his fingertips trembling violently. "Shen Jicheng..." His voice was hoarse and his breathing was heavy.

However, the person kneeling did not stop there; instead, he deliberately provoked him.

Shen Jicheng turned his head and felt really bad looking at Pei Lin. He couldn't understand Pei Lin's pain, but he wanted to share it with him. He didn't want him to bear it alone.

She lowered her eyes slightly. "Pei Lin... if others can do it, why can't I...?"

He had already learned about Feng Lin from Chu Haonan, and he thought how much better it would have been if he had known sooner. His possessiveness was no less than Pei Lin's.

Pei Lin remained silent for a long time.

Shen Jicheng, however, continued to provoke.

"You don't like me touching other people's abs, but I don't like you looking at other people's bodies either. Even in this situation... it's not okay. I want you to have only me."

His voice gradually lowered, "Your kindness is mine."

"Your bad side is mine too."

He knew the consequences of saying those words, but he still said them.

The consequences were indeed quite serious.

Pei Lin used much more force than yesterday, but it was still within Shen Jicheng's tolerance level, though it still hurt.

He gasped.

Pei Lin stood behind him, staring at that spot for a long time, his voice low and husky, "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes," Shen Jicheng answered crisply.

"Does it hurt?"

Pei Lin asked him, but his hands were trembling; he wasn't as calm as he had imagined.

But then she saw Shen Jicheng slowly turn his head. His lips were bitten so hard they were almost white, but a provocative smile appeared on his handsome face.

"S"

Pei Lin's gaze gradually darkened, and he remained silent for a long time.

Shen Jicheng raised his chin. "Again."

However, Pei Lin did not make another move. Instead, he dropped what he was holding, grabbed Shen Jicheng's arm, pulled him up from the ground, and then pushed him down.

She kissed Shen Jicheng's lips.

Shen Jicheng was stunned for a moment before he suddenly hooked his arm around Pei Lin's neck.

Clothes and pants were scattered on the ground, and it was impossible to tell whose they were.

Shen Jicheng didn't understand why things had turned out this way. According to Chu Haonan, once Pei Lin started hitting him, it was hard for him to stop. Why was he not hitting him anymore?

However, for Shen Jicheng, this is not a bad thing.

He would rather be beaten than be beaten by Pei Lin.

Come to think of it, it's been a long time since they've "cultivated their relationship." Pei Lin had been angry with him for a while, and he had been thinking about how to coax Pei Lin, so he hadn't had the chance. Now, this is exactly what he wanted.

He just didn't expect Pei Lin to be so domineering in this situation.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a commanding tone.

"**."

Shen Jicheng couldn't help but swallow hard, his cheeks flushed, and he closed his eyes, not daring to look.

But a pair of burning hot hands gripped his chin, and a crimson glint appeared in Pei Lin's dark eyes. "Baby, look at me."

Shen Jicheng was extremely frustrated and tried to turn his head away, but he couldn't move it an inch.

"Pei Lin! You bastard!"

That's absolutely outrageous! What kind of fetishes does she have that she lets him see?

"I told you not to mess with me, but you wouldn't listen."

"..."

"I won't allow you to leave now, even if you want to."

"Ugh—"

Shen Jicheng was almost in tears.

Night had fallen, and the clouds were hidden in the darkness, no longer discernible.

Pei Lin was inherently wicked; he was evil to the extreme, and his words filled Shen Jicheng with both shame and anger. Yet, there was nothing he could do.

Pei Lin smiled and said softly,

"My poor baby..."

He wiped away Shen Jicheng's tears, his eyes filled with heartache, but his words made Shen Jicheng want to punch him.

"You're crying like this... why don't you beg me?"

...

"Hmm? What do you want?"

"No, baby, say it again, what do you want?"

The long night...

Shen Jicheng began to suspect that Pei Lin's illness was fake.