Chapter 114 Throwing Yourself into His Arms
Inside the room, Pei Jing pushed Jiang Fei into a chair as soon as she landed on the ground, and she held onto the chair handle dizzy.
Before she could sit down properly, Pei Jing had already dragged a chair over and sat down in front of her with great strides. She was almost trapped between Pei Jing and the chair.
"Tell me," Pei Jing tapped the armrest with his slender fingers, "What did you hear?"
Jiang Fei swallowed, her eyes rolling around, "I just heard you say you were leaving."
He is really adaptable. I used to call him by his name, but now I use a respectful title.
"Oh?" Pei Jing raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you hear 'songnian'? Didn't you hear 'abandon'? Didn't you hear 'hardships'?"
With every word she spoke, Jiang Fei's shoulders shrank a little, and finally her whole body almost curled up into a ball.
Pei Jing's face was as gloomy as water, and the atmosphere in the room was frighteningly low.
Jiang Fei huddled in the chair, not daring to breathe. Her earlier recklessness and courage to boss Pei Jing around were gone.
After all, the last time she saw Pei Jing kneeling, her favorability rating dropped from over ten to minus fifty. Today, she had directly peeked into Pei Jing's secret, and she didn't dare to imagine how low her favorability rating had dropped now.
She just wanted to lower it, but she didn't expect it to drop to a level that could kill her at any time.
Pei Jing looked her up and down. "Are you scared?"
"Scared," Jiang Fei nodded vigorously, "I'm almost scared to death."
Pei Jing stared at her cowardly look, and the coldness in his eyes faded a little. "I think you are very brave, so you are afraid now?"
Jiang Fei pursed her lips and said, "Then how are you going to kill me? I'm a little afraid of pain."
Pei Jing was startled when he heard this. He wanted to laugh, but then he deliberately put on a serious face, "Then tell me how you want to die. Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I can satisfy your request."
Jiang Fei thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't want to die yet. Can you please be in a better mood and fulfill this small request of mine?"
Looking at her pitiful appearance, Pei Jing's expression almost couldn't be suppressed.
He leaned back in his chair, "Then let's see how you can put this king in a better mood."
Jiang Fei thought for a moment, "How about I tell you a joke?"
"I don't want to hear it."
"Then let me give you a shoulder massage?"
Pei Jing raised his eyebrows slightly. This is not impossible.
He raised his chin, and Jiang Fei immediately understood. She wanted to get up but found herself trapped in the chair, so she had to lean over and hit him on the shoulder.
This posture was not very comfortable, and the man was leaning lazily in the chair, so she had to stretch her arms very far to touch him.
Jiang Fei felt that at this moment, she looked like a gibbon as she stretched out her arms, and she almost fell on Pei Jing.
"Is this all the strength you have?" Pei Jing asked.
Jiang Fei gritted her teeth in her heart, if only Jiutao, who is well fed in our family, could come and knock you into the ground with one punch.
She moved forward a little, but her balance was unstable and she suddenly stumbled.
Pei Jing felt as if someone had hit him in the chest. He groaned and subconsciously reached out to catch her. The two of them suddenly stuck together in an extremely ambiguous posture.
Pei Jing took a breath. Was this girl practicing Iron Head Kung Fu? She just hit him with her head. Fortunately, he practiced martial arts. Ordinary people would suffer internal injuries from her.
Jiang Fei still kept her head against Pei Jing's chest and could clearly hear his strong heartbeat.
She tried to stand up in a panic, but accidentally pressed on his thigh.
"Jiang Rufei!" Pei Jing said coldly, "Where are you touching?!"
Jiang Fei touched Pei Jing's thigh and swore in her heart, I swear to God, she really didn't touch it.
It was just to borrow some strength. Although her hands had strong muscles, she had no time to think about anything else when her life was almost in danger.
Jiang Fei finally sat up, and Pei Jing glanced at her face and turned away.
First, he carried her for a while, and Jiang Fei's hair was blown into a mess. Just now, she was in his arms again, which made her look even more miserable, like a crazy concubine in the cold palace.
A few strands of hair stood up, and a single strand of hair stubbornly stuck up on top of her head, swaying with her movements.
Pei Jing turned his face away and shook his shoulders suspiciously.
Feeling like he was about to break free, he suddenly stood up, startling Jiang Fei. However, he just walked to the window, turned his back to her and said, "Fix your appearance."
"Oh." Jiang Fei responded, straightened her clothes, and shaved her hair.
Pei Jing glanced back and said, "Now that you know what happened today, you should understand the consequences of speaking out."
Jiang Fei nodded quickly, "I understand! I'm the most strict person!"
Pei Jing turned around and looked at her with complicated eyes: "Don't you want to ask anything?"
"I don't want to!" Jiang Fei blurted out.
Pei Jing frowned, and she quickly changed the subject, "Well, then, let's ask a few more questions."
Then he added weakly, "Or unless the prince wants to tell me himself, I dare not ask."
Pei Jing stared at her cowardly look, feeling both angry and amused. It was rare to see her so obedient.
"My mother is Princess Ping, and my father is naturally Prince Ping. You only need to remember this. You are not allowed to guess or investigate the rest, or you will lose your head. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Jiang Fei nodded repeatedly.
But he was thinking in his heart that Pei Jing's father was probably not Prince Ping, and the "he" mentioned by Qinglian Jushi was the real one, otherwise why would the emperor be so indulgent towards him.
In just this short moment, Jiang Fei had already imagined a scene of robbery and robbery in her mind. She didn't even notice Pei Jing approaching until a finger touched her forehead.
"What did I just say? Don't guess. Have you forgotten it so quickly?"
Jiang Fei came back to her senses and said, "I didn't guess."
"It's a farce."
Pei Jing gently applied force on his hands, and Jiang Fei was pushed back into the chair. Pei Jing's fingers slid down from between her eyebrows, across the bridge of her nose, and trembled inexplicably when they were about to touch her lips, then passed over her lips and touched her throat.
"Xiao Cui." Pei Jing leaned forward slightly. "You will really die. Remember that?"
That handsome face slowly enlarged in front of Jiang Fei, making Jiang Fei unconsciously recall the kiss through the handkerchief.
Her lips suddenly began to feel hot for no apparent reason, and she subconsciously extended her tongue to lick them lightly.
This subtle movement made Pei Jing's eyes suddenly turn darker. His fingers supporting himself on the chair tightened slightly, and his joints began to turn faintly white.
"Jiang Rufei." His voice was unusually low and hoarse. "What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Fei's face turned red instantly. Pei Jing didn't need to think too much about this reaction. It was simply a case of trying to cover up one's own fault.
Pei Jing stood up straight, turned around and walked to the window, "What kind of nonsense have you been thinking about all day?!"
Jiang Fei looked at his back with grievance. Could she blame herself? It was he who suddenly came so close to her that scared her and she thought he was going to kiss her.
Pei Jing looked out the window at his Adam's apple rolling, trying hard to get rid of the fleeting moisture on his lips.
He closed his eyes and opened them after a moment, his expression having returned to calm.
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