Chapter 6
Under her fixed gaze, Pei Yanhe's brows turned cold. He stood up with his cell phone in hand and walked towards the study.
Chen Yizhi moved swiftly to catch up, but when he was about to follow him into the study, a gust of wind blew through his hair in the blink of an eye, and the door was quickly closed by Pei Yanhe, leaving him with a half-smile on his face for only a second.
“Click—”
Don't forget to lock it to prevent thieves.
Shen Yizhi gritted his teeth and said "tsk". Who wants to listen to him talking on the phone?
He turned around and walked downstairs, but his feet hung in the air for half a second as he thought for a moment.
Chen Yizhi made a prompt decision and turned around, putting his ear to the door like a thief.
However, the door panels in Pei Yanhe's house were too solid and the sound insulation was too good, so no sound could be heard at all.
She moved in all four directions, left, right, up and down, but didn't hear any extraneous sound. It was strangely quiet.
At the same time, the door suddenly opened.
Shen Yizhi immediately straightened his back, looked at the ceiling guiltily, then looked at the tiles under his feet, and finally saw that Pei Yanhe had never spoken.
She acted like a villain, blaming others first.
"No way, Pei Yanhe, are you really in love?"
Pei Yanhe is in love, which is even more shocking than the weather forecast showing hail tomorrow.
What's more, he answered the phone in a sneaky way and didn't let anyone hear it, so there must be something fishy going on.
Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes showing a dark and unclear emotion. "Are you happy that I'm in love?"
What does it have to do with her if he falls in love?
She just had a natural fondness for gossip.
Shen Yizhi stared at his slightly tense jawline and said casually, “What’s it to me?”
Pei Yanhe lowered his eyes to hide the gloomy mood that flashed across his face. "What's your business? Why are you asking?"
“…”
Shen Yizhi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He inexplicably felt that what he said made sense, but he was unwilling to give up his ignited gossip spirit.
"I'm concerned about your physical, romantic, and mental health on behalf of Ms. Tan Huiya."
She said it seriously, as if it was a serious matter, "Don't take my kindness for granted."
Pei Yanhe almost laughed out of anger, and walked past her and went straight into the master bedroom next door.
The door wasn't closed.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Yizhi leaned against the door frame of the master bedroom, with one of her slender straight legs bent, standing leisurely, following him with her eyes, and also observing his bedroom.
The room was decorated in a neat and simple gray and white tone, with the charcoal black curtains half-drawn, allowing only a ray of sunlight to filter into the room. Hanging on the wall at the head of the bed was a whole wall of sketches, all by Shen Yizhi.
For a while, Shen Yizhi loved to make bets with Pei Yanhe, on all kinds of things. Every time she won, Shen Yizhi would stick a piece of drawing paper in Pei Yanhe's room. Sometimes the drawing on the paper was of herself, and sometimes it was of the lush willow trees by the roadside.
The subject of the painting is not fixed, but the master of the painting is always Shen Yizhi.
Pei Yanhe's bedroom was covered with her paintings on the entire wall.
Because Pei Yanhe is always the loser.
When Shen Yizhi saw this wall again, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, just like an artist admiring his muse.
"Pei Yanhe, the most perfect part of your bedroom design is this wall."
She asked from the bottom of her heart, “Is it nice to sleep at night looking at my paintings?”
Pei Yanhe took out a short T-shirt from the closet and held it in his hand. He glanced at her casually and was silent for a moment, his expression indifferent. "Nothing special."
"Would you like to leave while I change my clothes?"
His bright peach blossom eyes were cold, as if he was ordering someone to leave, with a hint of warning in them.
Shen Yizhi's gaze moved from the drawing paper to his face. Without any hesitation, she looked at him from head to toe, finally stopping at his abdomen.
Painters are often very sensitive, even acute, to the line structure of the human body.
So through the thin satin pajamas, she could vaguely see Pei Yanhe's broad shoulders, slender and strong waist, and the tense blue veins on the back of his hands. He was an outstanding and perfect model.
"Just change it. I won't look at you."
Chen Yizhi closed his eyes, his long eyelashes like butterfly feathers cast a shadow, making him look like a real gentleman.
If Pei Yanhe didn't know her character, he would probably believe that she would just ignore it.
Pei Yanhe's hair drooped in front of his eyebrows. He looked at her head leaning against the door from a distance and said simply, "Turn around, with your back to her."
In fact, he could have chosen a more convenient way, which was to close the door, but he didn't.
Shen Yizhi didn't doubt it either, and muttered two words: "Pretentious."
Then she turned around and faced away from him.
At this moment, she thought of what had just happened and stared at the clean tiles on the floor with a dull look. She said to the person behind her, "You haven't answered my question yet."
Pei Yanhe didn't say anything.
The sound of fabric rubbing against each other answered her, so clear that it sounded like someone breathing beside her ear, causing her to feel an inexplicable tingling sensation.
The air was very quiet, and there were only two people left in the huge villa.
The clothes that were taken off were thrown on the bed. The moment they collided, it was like the sound of a drum beating, echoing in the ears, and setting off an ambiguous atmosphere with undercurrents.
Even though she knew he was changing clothes, a certain string in Shen Yizhi's brain was still being led by him, and she could clearly feel his every move.
When she was taking a body sketching class, she had seen muscles that were clearly marked by fitness, as well as muscles that were naturally formed through labor.
At this moment, she couldn't imagine what Pei Yanhe's muscle lines looked like.
etc.
She was curious about what Pei Yanhe's abdominal muscles were for.
Shen Yizhi suddenly woke up, shook his head, and suppressed the terrible thought that was emerging in his heart.
After Pei Yanhe changed his clothes, he stood quietly behind her for a while, taking in all her subtle movements. He chuckled barely perceptibly before raising his foot.
Walk out of the bedroom through the door that leaves half the space.
Seeing his back coming out, Shen Yizhi asked: "Where are you going?"
Pei Yanhe put one hand in his pocket and said without turning back, "I'll take you to find the answer to your question."
Shen Yizhi chased after him, walked beside him, looked up at him and nodded, his thoughts were strange, "You take me with you on a date, this is not a good idea."
She took two quick steps, passed Pei Yanhe by a distance, and headed towards her home.
"I'd rather not go. Have fun."
Suddenly, my wrist was grabbed by a large palm, and it felt warm and hot.
Chen Yizhi stopped moving and looked back, not knowing why.
"What are you doing?"
Her wrist was very thin, and there was still some space left when Pei Yanhe grasped it with his palm. It felt delicate and smooth, like silk. He didn't even dare to use force for fear of leaving red marks.
Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Shen Yizhi frowned and asked, "Pei Yanhe?"
Pei Yanhe calmly let go of her wrist, leaving only the residual touch on his palm, and put it in his pocket to cover up the strange feeling.
His expression remained unchanged, his dark eyes locked on hers as he said calmly, "We're not in a relationship, we're not on a date, we're just going out for dinner. Chen Jinyang and Shang Kuoheng are both here."
It seemed like an explanation, but also like it was stating the answer to the question.
Shen Yizhi realized it belatedly and said "Oh". After a moment, he suddenly shuddered, widened his bright eyes, and said in shock: "You three had a dinner together and didn't invite me?"
"We agreed to form the Kyoto Gang of Four, but you guys isolated the leader."
She took a deep breath and pointed a finger at him, "Are you three trying to usurp the throne?"
It turned out that whether he was in a relationship or not was not as important to her as the Kyoto Gang of Four.
That’s great.
Pei Yanhe's eyes darkened a little, "So, are you going or not?"
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