Chapter 69 We Can't Do This

The male model stopped walking, but the eyes of other people around him were still fixed on him.

Yang Cici didn't like the feeling of being stared at by so many people. She pursed her lips and turned her face slightly to the side. Her hair fell from her shoulders, covering her profile.

But those eyes were still there, constantly studying her whole body.

Yang Cici frowned, endured the discomfort and looked at the time.

More than an hour has passed.

Isn't Pei Yanchuan here yet?

Does he really not want to find her anymore?

The alcohol content of the wine was obviously low, but Yang Cici felt dizzy and hot. She took a few deep breaths and patted her face.

I need to go wash my face and wake up. It’s too stuffy in here.

She took the bag beside her and put it on her back silently.

This little incident passed quickly, and the surroundings were still bustling with activity. No one took what had just happened to heart.

But in this cheerful scene, Yang Cici's heart gradually filled with grievances, tears wet her eyes, and she wiped away the tears quietly while lowering her head.

She washed her face and left without waiting for Pei Yanchuan.

She doesn't want to like Pei Yanchuan anymore.

Pei Yanchuan actually really didn't care about her...

Yang Cici wanted to cry when she thought of this, but the hot flashes in her body made her feel inexplicably helpless, her breathing became rapid, and her eyes were a little flustered.

What kind of wine is this? Why does it feel weird after drinking it?

A female voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Miss, are you drunk? Do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll take you there."

Yang Cici looked up blankly, looked at the waiter's attire, nodded, and said softly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Please follow me."

Yang Cici shook her dizzy head and staggered when she stood up. Fortunately, she was supported by the waitress.

"I'll support you."

Yang Cici was supported by her and walked towards the bathroom. She was still somewhat conscious and wondered whether she should call Sister Yu Si to pick her up.

After all, it's too dangerous to go back like this.

She was led by the waiter around the crowd and then to a corner.

During this period, Yang Cici clearly felt a fire in her body. This strange and even hot feeling almost devoured all her sanity.

So strange...

Why is it getting hotter?

She shook her increasingly dizzy head, tears welling in her eyes. She raised her head with difficulty, squinting her eyes to look for the bathroom sign.

But when she saw the familiar figure in the booth, Yang Cici was stunned for a moment.

Under the dim light, a man in a suit sat on the sofa in a lazy posture. There was another person sitting opposite him, who seemed to be talking to him.

But the man just lowered his head and looked at his phone. His handsome face, which she was very familiar with, was now full of coldness.

As if noticing the gaze, the man raised his eyelids and took a look.

After their eyes met, he was stunned for a moment.

Then he stood up and walked over quickly, "Ci Ci?"

The moment she saw Pei Yanchuan, Yang Cici's head buzzed and her consciousness suddenly disappeared.

She almost subconsciously relaxed her guard and threw herself into his arms. The familiar cool sandalwood scent penetrated her nose, and the man's warm embrace was almost moving. It was like finding a safe haven in this strange bar.

She grabbed the man's arm, her watery almond eyes looking pitiful, and she sobbed aggrievedly: "It's so uncomfortable, Pei Yanchuan, I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Pei Yanchuan gently touched her hair, held her in his arms, coaxed her in a low voice, and glanced at the waiter nonchalantly.

The waiter nodded slightly and immediately turned and left.

The other man on the sofa also got up and left.

The cooperation was silent from beginning to end.

Pei Yanchuan held her and sat on the sofa, then let the girl sit on his lap. He took out a wet tissue and wiped her burning face. His tone was worried and gentle, "Why are you drunk again?"

Yang Cici felt dizzy and couldn't hear what he was saying at all. She also felt uncomfortable inside and wanted to vent but couldn't.

She closed her eyes and panted a few times, then grabbed the man's hand that was wiping her face and rubbed it unconsciously, "I'm so hot..."

Pei Yanchuan gently touched her face, his eyelids drooped, a dark tide in his eyes, and his voice was soft: "Is it hot?"

Yang Cici nodded obediently, but even though she was still very hot, she still sobbed and hugged the man, looking like she was completely dependent on him.

Under the dim light, Pei Yanchuan raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his head, and his lips brushed against the girl's ear intentionally or unintentionally. His low voice seemed to seduce: "Ci Ci, do you want some water?"

Yang Cici leaned on his shoulder and said, "Yes."

She grabbed the man's collar and rubbed his neck, as if to please him, her voice soft and weak: "I want to drink iced."

"Can't."

Hearing the man's indifferent answer, Yang Cici stood up aggrievedly, raised her head and kissed him on the chin, "Let me drink, I want to drink, Pei Yanchuan."

There weren't many people here to begin with, and since it was the climax of the home event, no one was paying attention to this side.

Looking at the girl's drunken, flushed face and her hazy, longing eyes, Pei Yanchuan's eyes darkened. He hugged her closer to him, and then picked up the water prepared on the table.

He didn't feed the girl, but drank it slowly in front of her.

Then he lowered his head and gently hooked the girl's chin. The lust in the man's eyes almost overflowed. His voice was already hoarse, but his tone was still gentle: "Ci Ci wants to drink water. You can't kiss me like this just now."

This doesn’t work, so what should I do?

Yang Cici's hot and confused mind was no longer able to think clearly. She subconsciously climbed onto his shoulders, and her fluttering eyelashes brushed across her jawline, feeling light and itchy.

She stood up and kissed the corner of his lips, extending her tongue and subconsciously wanting to reach in to find the water.

Pei Yanchuan leaned lazily on the sofa, seemingly motionless, but his hands had already firmly shackled the girl's waist.

After the girl licked him as if to please him, he slowly opened his mouth and let the girl put her finger in as if helpless.

The sweet taste of peach wine suddenly spread in Pei Yanchuan's mouth. His pupils shrank, and his muscles tensed. A sense of excitement rushed to the top of his head, and his fingertips trembled with pleasure.

The girl's body was soft and fragrant. She stayed obediently in his arms, like an obedient and beautiful doll.

Even though the movements are immature, they can easily arouse people's desire.

I really want to...

I really want to be with Cici completely...

He's been going crazy thinking about this these past few days...

Pei Yanchuan's breathing was rapid, his eyes dim. When the girl was about to leave, he suddenly reached out and touched the back of her head, gently pressing down, taking the initiative and hooking the rebellious tongue.

The fragrance in the air became thick, mixed with each other's rising body temperatures, as if it was about to burn.

After a gentle entanglement for a while, Pei Yanchuan suddenly pulled away.

He kissed the girl's earlobe, his hot breath sprinkled on the girl's neck, and he whispered softly helplessly.

"Baby, this is not right. We can't do this."

Yang Cici had no idea what was possible or not. She only knew that after being kissed, she felt a little more comfortable.

But then an increasingly unbearable heat surged up, and she desperately wanted Pei Yanchuan to do something, but the man did nothing.

Yang Cici was about to cry with anger. She hugged the man's neck and bit his mouth, humming and whining as if to act like a spoiled child: "Okay, we can do this, Pei Yanchuan, kiss me."

Pei Yanchuan lifted the hair that fell by her ear and said softly, "No, Cici, you'll be angry when you wake up. Can I take you home now?"

"I won't be angry." Yang Cici kissed his chin, her voice soft and charming, "I won't, Pei Yanchuan, I don't want to go home."

"No." Pei Yanchuan lowered his head and kissed her hair, his movements affectionate.

He rubbed the girl's cheek with the tip of his nose, the corners of his mouth widened a little, there was a morbid obsession in his eyes, and his low voice seemed to seduce and bewitch.

"Unless, baby comes on his own initiative, okay?"