“…Yu Qiao”.
He looked tired and numb, his upturned eyes slightly tinged with red, his long black eyelashes drooping, giving off a sense of desolation and dampness, his gaze quiet yet dreamy.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and a sexy, low, husky voice entered Yu Qiao's ears: "I've told you everything."
His birth was legal and his father's wish, but his mother resented him.
Pei Jin told Yu Qiao everything about the chaotic and despicable family relationships without any reservations. He stared straight at Yu Qiao with his dark eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, and said with difficulty, "I am not good enough for you. Don't come looking for me again."
He wasn't good enough for even an ordinary girl, let alone Yu Qiao.
"No." Yu Qiao gently shook her head, lowered her eyes to look down at Pei Jin, her gentleness and charm blending and colliding in her fox-like eyes, exuding a thousand kinds of charm and alluring beauty.
Her long, slender, pale fingers gently cupped Pei Jin's cheek as she said, "I like you, and you deserve it."
"I just feel that they are all too bad, and I feel so sorry for you."
As Pei Jin recounted his ordeal, Yu Qiao's heart would tighten, a bittersweet ache washing over her—it was heartache.
She knew that things must be more serious than Pei Jin had described. Otherwise, how could a teenager be driven to attempt suicide repeatedly and want to end his own life?
No one wants to live a bad life.
Pei Jin's hand around her waist clenched into a fist, and the veins on his long arm, hidden under his sleeve, bulged.
Before he could reply, Yu Qiao slid her hand down and finally wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly.
She was practically nestled in Pei Jin's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck, her head tilted back, and soft, fragmented kisses landed on his hard chin.
"Pei Jin, be with me, I will definitely treat you well."
Her voice was soft and alluring, like a seductive fox spirit from an old movie, deceiving a naive and helpless scholar.
Pei Jin's dark eyes were filled with emotion, his mind was on the verge of snapping, his eyes were red, and he forced himself to calm down on the verge of losing control.
Yu Qiao didn't give him time to calm down. Her warm breath sprayed against his long neck, and her delicate red lips pressed against his Adam's apple.
"Yu Qiao, no, don't do this..." Pei Jin clenched his fingers tightly, never expecting that Yu Qiao would not only not distance herself from him, but their posture would become more and more intimate.
Bang, bang, bang...
His heart was pounding faster and faster. Pei Jin felt like he was sinking into lava. His mind was a mess, and he started to slur his words: "We can't do this."
He was the same age as Yu Lingze, while Yu Qiao was a full ten years younger than him.
If he marries Yu Qiao, Yu Lingze will kill him, right?
"Why not?" Yu Qiao pinched his red, bleeding earlobe, stopped kissing him, and her fox-like eyes were shimmering with moisture.
She was delicate and charming, with fair skin and a rosy glow. Her chest rose and fell slightly, and even her breathing became slow and ambiguous.
Pei Jin had never experienced anything like this before. He awkwardly turned his head away, his mouth dry, but he didn't push Yu Qiao away.
His throat tightened, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence: "I...I..."
"Yu Qiao." His body trembled.
Yu Qiao smiled and reached out to grasp it, her eyes widening slightly in shock.
It's as big as a baby's arm...
"Pei Jin".
"Hmm..." He couldn't help but groan, his wheat-colored skin turning an eerie red.
Pei Jin was at a loss, his breathing disordered: "Don't do this, let go."
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