Chapter 6: Was he... coaxing her?
Shi Yang rambled on and on for a long time.
Ji Peiheng did not react at all.
She gradually became disappointed and gave a bitter smile.
He should have known better; it was a marriage that was extremely humiliating for him, and she and Ji Jinyu were a thorn in his side.
They are family living under the same roof, and they will inevitably run into each other again. Even if she wants to avoid it, there will be times when she can't.
The thought of what was to come chilled her to the bone. The last shred of hope she had turned into fear of the future, followed by an unspeakable sense of grievance.
After learning that she had become a substitute, she was cruelly abandoned, and everyone forced her to marry a man she knew nothing about, against her will.
She may have forcibly suppressed the fear and grievances she felt from yesterday's kidnapping, but that doesn't mean she wasn't upset.
All the accumulated stress spread through her body, and bitterness permeated her entire being.
Tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes.
He turned his face away and looked out the window.
She bit her lip hard, afraid to make a sound.
The car was unusually quiet. Even though she tried her best to suppress it, the soft sniffling sound still reached the man's ears.
Ji Peiheng opened his eyes and saw her body pressed against the car door, her face turned away, and her shoulders trembling slightly. He frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
It would have been better if she hadn't asked. When she did, Yang almost burst into tears. She clutched her clothes to her chest and held back her tears.
Her face was flushed red, and her clothes were soaked with tears.
Ji Peiheng sighed and pulled her onto his lap: "You're crying so pitifully, who bullied you? Hmm?"
His voice was low and husky, with a gentle tone at the end.
It was as if they had such a good relationship, and he was a loving husband who couldn't bear to see his wife cry.
Shi Yang found it ironic; what was the point of putting on an act?
The man's cool fingertips pressed against her lips, stopping her from biting them.
Two obvious teeth marks were left on her red lips from biting them.
A smile touched Ji Peiheng's delicate features: "Are you crying from hunger?"
Shi Yang's face turned red, it was hard to tell whether it was from anger or tears.
She turned her head away, trying to get off him.
The man held her firmly in his arms, not letting her move an inch: "Tell me why you're crying, and I'll let you down."
He did it on purpose to embarrass her.
Shi Yang could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
She gripped the man's shoulders tightly, buried her head in his chest, and cried bitterly.
Her tears soaked the man's expensive suit, but Shi Yang didn't care and wiped her snot and tears on him as much as possible.
She would make him embarrass her, and then she would use him like a tissue.
Even if she might be thrown down in a moment, she still wanted to get her revenge on him in a small way.
“You.” Ji Peiheng looked down at the woman in his arms who was crying uncontrollably, his brows furrowed tightly.
Sensing his slightly heavy aura, Shi Yang felt that he must be angry.
She shifted her position slightly to avoid the pain of being suddenly thrown down.
A large hand suddenly patted her back gently, and she whispered softly in her ear, "It's alright, it's alright, don't cry."
Shi Yang froze, unable to believe his ears.
Is he... trying to coax her?
She was so shocked that she forgot to cry.
Hearing that her crying had finally stopped, Ji Peiheng asked, "Are you hungry? If you are, you can ask Aunt Cui to make some late-night snacks."
Shi Yang shook her head. She had eaten so much for dinner; she wasn't a pig.
Ji Peiheng understood what she meant and smiled slightly: "After all, crying is quite exhausting."
Shi Yang blushed and struggled to get off him.
This time, Ji Peiheng did not stop him.
Just then, a car suddenly changed lanes from behind and in front of the vehicle, and Liao Nan jerked the steering wheel.
Shi Yang lost her balance and fell back into the man's arms.
She hurriedly got up, but Liao Nan turned the steering wheel again. She lost her footing and could only cling to the man haphazardly to steady herself.
The car finally came to a stop, and she heard a hoarse voice coming from above her: "Shi Yang, are you deliberately torturing me?"
Her hand touched something hot, and she jerked it back, her face turning bright red: "I didn't, I didn't mean to!"
Her skin was very white, as white as snow. At this moment, her face was flushed with a layer of pink, which spread to behind her ears. Even her delicate and lovely earlobes were moist red, like a cherry with dewdrops.
Ji Peiheng's eyes were deep and unfathomable. He pulled her back into his arms and whispered in her ear, "Actually, I quite like it when you cry, especially in bed."
...
Shi Yang tossed and turned in bed, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. He thought to himself that it was unavoidable today; he had been very aroused in the car.
The sound of water stopped, and the bathroom door opened.
Hearing the noise, Shi Yang looked over and his face instantly turned red.
Ji Peiheng came out wearing only a bath towel.
Water droplets dripped from half-dry, tousled hair, falling along the sharp angles of his face and landing in the hollow of his collarbone, then seeping into the towel along the clear, smooth lines of his muscles.
He went to the mirror and dried his hair.
As he walked, his protruding abdominal muscles taut and relaxed intermittently, and the bath towel hung loosely around his waist, swaying precariously as he dried his hair.
Shi Yang hurriedly looked away, her cheeks inexplicably hot.
Ji Peiheng took in her expression perfectly in the mirror. He curled his lips into a smile: "You've seen everything you should and shouldn't have seen, what's there to be shy about?"
Shi Yang spoke in a very soft voice, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
She couldn't help but steal glances at him.
He seemed to know that he looked conspicuous, so he slowed down the way he dried his hair, letting the light fall on his sexy waist and abdomen.
Shi Yang forced herself to look away.
It was the first time she had seen his body so clearly. On their wedding night, the lights were dim, and she was so nervous that she kept her eyes closed, feeling completely dazed.
Ji Peiheng tossed the towel aside, took a long stride, and climbed onto the bed.
"I said, if you're going to watch, watch it openly and honestly."
He knelt on the bed, holding her chin with one hand, looking down at her.
Shi Yang's long eyelashes trembled violently as she looked up at him. The light blurred his deep, stunning face, making her feel slightly dizzy.
She blinked, trying to avoid his gaze.
The man had already leaned down and kissed her.
Shi Yang accepted his kiss, and he held her head and pressed her down onto the bed.
She felt as if her air had been stolen away, and she could only breathe by clinging to his lips and tongue.
Even though she was prepared, she still lost her composure for a long time during the final step...
"Don't cry, sweetie..." he kissed her in a deep voice.
After it was over, Shi Yang lay on the bed in a daze, his mind blank.
Ji Peiheng went to take a shower, and after he came out, he carried her into the bathroom.
It must be said that Ji Peiheng's after-sales service is quite good.
She was carried out after being thoroughly cleaned.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, her eyes suddenly felt hot.
When I opened my eyes, I was enveloped in darkness.
Ji Peiheng pressed the towel: "You've been crying for so long, your skin will be swollen tomorrow if you don't apply a warm compress."
Shi Yang blushed again; she had cried all her tears in the car and on the bed.
He mumbled in a low, indistinct voice, "I don't know who it's because of."
Ji Peiheng raised an eyebrow and said seriously, "I thought you would like it."
Shi Yang punched him in the dark.
She suddenly felt very strange. She had liked to follow Ji Jinyu around since she was a child, so she often came to the Ji family and naturally saw Ji Peiheng frequently.
Every time I saw him, he always had an air of nobility and a nonchalant, lazy demeanor.
He smiles at everyone, but that smile never reaches his eyes.
He always exuded an aura that made people stop in their tracks, and she would always avoid him whenever she saw him.
Stay as far away as possible.
She never imagined that one day they would be lying in the same bed, inseparable.
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