Chapter 8

In the second half of the party, someone became very excited and asked everyone in the box to sit around the coffee table, calling for them to play the drinking game, Truth or Dare.

But there are always two exceptions at such times.

"Don't they want to play?" Cheng Zhuhan looked at Pei Yanhe and Shen Yizhi who were sitting side by side in the corner of the sofa with a little distance between them.

"Oh," Chen Jinyang's expression became charming, "This game is a taboo for both of them. They played it once and never played it again."

Cheng Zhuhan didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"This is a long story, let's play the game first."

Cheng Zhuhan saw that Chen Jinyang was not in a position to speak, so she did not ask any further questions, but her eyes could not help but glance over there.

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"Why don't you go out and play?" Shen Yizhi asked knowingly, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

Pei Yanhe leaned against the back of the leather sofa, smiling emotionlessly, "I'm afraid someone will unilaterally beat me up again and not let me fight back."

Shen Yizhi blinked and said in a different way, "Who told you that I was not satisfied with the answer you gave me back then? Besides, I didn't hit you hard enough, so stop slandering me!"

This happened at a high school party when they were playing Truth or Dare and the bottle was pointed at Shen Yizhi.

My friend got playful and deliberately started a "fight": "Tell me what you hate most about Pei Yanhe."

Shen Yizhi paused while biting the straw, glanced sideways at Pei Yanhe, met his cold gaze, pondered for a moment, and spoke word by word.

"I hate his master syndrome the most."

As luck would have it, the next round of wine bottles was aimed at Pei Yanhe.

Friends never mind the big things, "Master Pei, we won't make it difficult for you, just tell us what you hate most about Shen Yizhi."

Pei Yanhe's hair hung down in front of his eyebrows, making him look a little disheveled, and his tone was casual.

"Princess syndrome."

The people around them started to make a fuss. One person hated the other's young master syndrome, and the other hated the other's princess syndrome. No wonder they started quarreling after only three sentences.

At that time, after the party, Shen Yizhi was sitting in the back seat of his Maybach. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He reached out and grabbed the hair of the person who was resting with his eyes closed beside him.

Pei Yanhe frowned as a pain came from his head. He slowly opened his eyes and warned, "Let go."

Not only did Shen Yizhi not let go, she leaned forward and clamped her arms around Pei Yanhe's neck, "I won't let go. I'm very unhappy with you today."

The pain on the top of my head was distinct, and my sense of distance was zero. My nostrils were filled with the pleasant scent of jasmine from her body.

Pei Yanhe grabbed her wrist, twisted it with his backhand, and easily broke free. The situation changed and he had the upper hand.

"Can you be a little bit nicer?"

Shen Yizhi bent down and tried to grab him with his other hand, but both of his hands were punished by him. The difference in strength was so huge, like a cat scratching a tiger, there was no comparison.

She gritted her teeth angrily: "Let go!"

Pei Yanhe's three-dimensional profile was reflected in the semi-darkness. He lowered his eyes to see her still struggling, and curled the corners of his lips slightly, "Don't move, be obedient."

The corners of Shen Yizhi's eyes quickly turned red, and he threatened, "Pei Yanhe, if you don't let go, you're finished."

Damn it.

Pei Yanhe looked calmly at the mist in her eyes, which seemed to have suffered a great injustice and looked pitiful.

Knowing that she was pretending, he still loosened his grip a little.

The next second, Shen Yizhi found an opportunity, turned around and pinned Pei Yanhe under him and "beat him up". This time, Pei Yanhe surprisingly did not fight back.

That is to say, after this incident, Shen Yizhi declared that she would never play the game of truth or dare again. The reason was simple: she was afraid that she would not be able to help but beat Pei Yanhe again.

Under Shen Yizhi's "suppression", Pei Yanhe never set foot in this game again.

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Memories come back.

The light in the box was dim, and Pei Yanhe had sharp features. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and said, "When you hit me, your back teeth were almost broken, and you still say you didn't use much force."

Shen Yizhi looked calm, “Don’t try to touch porcelain, I don’t remember gritting my teeth.”

Pei Yanhe sneered slightly. Shen Yizhi was afraid that he would make trouble again, so she pointed to the handbag on his right and said, "Help me get the bag."

Pei Yanhe was within his reach, but he showed no intention of moving. He said sarcastically, "Do it yourself and you will have enough food and clothing."

Shen Yizhi: “…”

Shen Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Pei Yanhe, sometimes I don't hit you because it's really a courtesy."

Pei Yanhe looked at her with his chin propped up, and said indifferently: "You are usually very polite to me?"

"That's right."

Shen Yizhi leaned over, his hand going straight to his fluffy hair, "You don't need to be polite to dogs."

Seeing through her intention, Pei Yanhe slightly turned his body to avoid the attack. He calmly grasped her delicate wrist with his large palm to block the fierce attack.

"Again?" Pei Yanhe looked up at her, his face full of satisfaction, like a winner.

What she couldn't stand the most was his determined look. Shen Yizhi knelt on the leather sofa, resisting constantly and trying to break free from his shackles, but it was just like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"Hiss." Shen Yizhi suddenly cried out in pain, his little face wrinkled into a ball, and his upright waist bent.

Seeing her like this, Pei Yanhe subconsciously let go and asked in a deep voice: "Where does it hurt?"

Shen Yizhi covered her wrist and watched Pei Yanhe come closer. The hair was so close that she grabbed it without thinking. The feeling was the same as a few years ago, soft and smooth. The roots of the hair pricked her palm and sent a slight itch.

"Pei Yanhe, I told you to be arrogant."

She never got tired of using the same tricks. Shen Yizhi smiled triumphantly: "You didn't expect it, but it ended up in my hands."

Pei Yanhe's beautiful eyebrows knitted slightly, and he was forced to look up at her, his Adam's apple rolling, "Chen, Yi, Zhi."

Shen Yizhi didn't use much force, but you can easily suppress a boy by simply grabbing his hair, not to mention that Pei Yanhe hates people touching his head the most.

She was in a favorable position, feeling very proud. She didn't even take his threat of calling her by her full name seriously. "Bring me some chips, maybe I'll let you go if the mood strikes me."

Pei Yanhe didn't say anything. The atmosphere was deadlocked. The two men, one tall and one short, looked at each other from top to bottom.

Shen Yizhi lowered his head and looked down, and could clearly see the small mole at the end of Pei Yanhe's narrow peach blossom eyes, making his tough face look a bit charming.

Pei Yanhe was the first to give in, his voice cold: "Use my card and you can choose whatever you want."

Shen Yizhi was afraid that he would regret it later, "No price limit?"

"Hmm," Pei Yanhe raised his eyelids, "Let go."

Shen Yizhi let go of his hand obediently at this moment, and did not forget to smooth down his raised hair, "You should have said it earlier, look at what a fuss this has caused."

Pei Yanhe curled his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

Cheng Zhuhan suddenly came over from the crowd, holding a glass of wine, breaking the noisy atmosphere between the two, "Pei Yanhe, can I play a game with you?"

"I lost my dare, and I need to find someone wearing a necklace to drink with." Cheng Zhuhan knew Pei Yanhe always wore a peace lock necklace around his neck, so she asked, "Are you available?"

Shen Yizhi sat back aside, keeping a distance, his eyes wandering between them. He was not watching the show like the others, but frowning as if thinking about something.

Pei Yanhe didn't say anything for a moment, and his eyes quietly glanced in the direction of the group of people at the coffee table with a cold look.

The expression on his face was completely different from when he was playing with Shen Yizhi just now, as if that face was only visible to Shen Yizhi.

The eyes of the crowd watching the show were as if they were electrocuted, and suddenly, they were like wandering dragons running around in all directions.