Pei Jin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a crimson hue gradually appeared in his long, suppressed eyes.
He clenched his fists, his muscles tense, the muscles in his arms and abdomen hard and clearly defined, his chest rising and falling slightly, whether from anxiety or anger, it was hard to tell.
Yu Qiao blinked innocently, feigning innocence: "I wasn't looking at anything?"
"Brother Pei Jin, what are you thinking about?"
Completely unafraid of Pei Jin's chilling and murderous aura, she stood up, placed her hands on the table, and leaned forward to stare at Pei Jin with her voluptuous figure.
She even gave him a sly smile with her fox-like eyes, full of allure!
Yu Qiao was wearing a spaghetti strap dress, and with this movement, Pei Jin's vision was filled with a white blur.
A mischievous glint flashed in the little fox's eyes. She pressed her long, slender white fingers against Pei Jin's chest and asked in a feignedly curious tone, "Brother Pei Jin, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Yours seems softer than mine."
With a "boom," Pei Jin's mind went blank, his ears began to ring, and he could not hear any sound. As if bewitched, he stared blankly at the red exuding fragrance so close to him.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to lean closer.
The little fox covered his lips with her palm, smiling mischievously: "Brother Pei Jin, you can't kiss me."
With a "boom".
Pei Jin realized what was happening, and his face turned bright red, like a shrimp that was about to be cooked.
She hurriedly stood up, flustered and at a loss: "I...I didn't, I didn't..."
So innocent?
His dazed and flustered appearance really makes him look like a big, simple-minded guy.
Yu Qiao stood up straight, staring intently at Pei Jin, her desire to tease him growing stronger.
She let out a affected "Ouch," propped herself up on the table with one hand, her back slightly hunched, her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked distressed: "I think I twisted my waist."
Pei Jin's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his ears burned, and he couldn't help but glance at Yu Qiao. When his gaze fell on her slender waist, he abruptly looked away, lowered his head, and clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.
His voice was low and trembling: "Then, sit down and rest for a while."
"I'll take you home when you're better."
"But I can't move right now." Yu Qiao pointed to her waist, raised her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and looked at him with a sincere plea: "Brother Pei Jin, could you help me sit down?"
"Should I... help you up?" Pei Jin nervously bit his thin lips, a layer of fine sweat appearing on his forehead, looking flustered.
This was the first time Yu Qiao had ever met a man like this—both innocent and sexy.
Pei Jin is tall and muscular, and he fights with a ferocious, reckless brute force. But when it comes to emotions, he's like a block of wood, dull and clueless—a stark contrast.
This very point struck a chord with Yu Qiao's little-known fetish.
Yu Qiao's fair and beautiful face showed a distressed and pitiful expression. She pouted and looked at Pei Jin with a charming and endearing expression. Her sweet and soft voice was like honey: "Is it okay?"
Pei Jin stared blankly at the beautiful and alluring woman in front of him. She exuded a pleasant fragrance, which seemed to be poisoned, making him dizzy and lightheaded.
Everything behind her became illusory, except for her face, which remained bright and clear.
Pei Jin heard himself say, "Okay."
As soon as she finished speaking, Yu Qiao narrowed her eyes with delight, like a spirited little fox spirit, opened her arms, and tilted her head: "Come on."
Pei Jin took a few deep breaths, his back soaked with sweat, clenched his fists, and walked stiffly toward Yu Qiao.
When he stood just beside her, the fragrance emanating from her became even stronger, making Pei Jin feel intoxicated.
His thin lips were pressed tightly together, as if he was suppressing something, and dark eyes were filled with turmoil.
A mischievous glint flashed in Yu Qiao's eyes as she raised her hand to grab Pei Jin's arm.
Suddenly, her slender, white wrist was gripped by a large, wheat-colored hand.
His strength was astonishing, and Yu Qiao immediately frowned in pain and groaned.
At the same time, I could feel his skin burning hot, like lava.
Yu Qiao finally looked at Pei Jin with a hint of surprise.
Pei Jin was even more flustered than her, her face flushed and her eyes darting around: "I...I'll help you."
"Then you shouldn't be supporting yourself here." Yu Qiao stood on tiptoe, her fragrant breath spraying onto Pei Jin's bulging neck. She smiled and took his hand, leading him to support her waist. Her voice was low and husky, like a female demon from a painting.
"You should touch here."
Very slender.
He can hold it with one hand.
With a little force, it could probably be broken.
Pei Jin was a big, clumsy guy, but he was a normal man. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, but the warmth in his palm could not be dispelled.
He picked up the drink in front of Yu Qiao and drank it down in silence.
He immediately heard Yu Qiao's teasing voice, tinged with laughter: "Brother Pei Jin, what you drank was what I left over."
"Does this count as an indirect kiss?"
Pei Jin: "..."
!!
"No, no, you're Yu Lingze's sister, so you're my sister." Pei Jin's head was spinning, and he began to brainwash himself in a hoarse voice.
Yu Qiao glanced down at him, her long, curled eyelashes fluttering, her petite body leaning forward as if she were about to fall into his arms.
Pei Jin instinctively reached out to put his arm around her waist, but when he looked up and saw her mischievous grin, he quickly pulled his hand back, finally realizing that this little vixen was trying to tease him.
An inexplicable annoyance rose within him. He turned away, lowering his eyes to avoid looking at her, his tongue pressed against his back teeth, his voice carrying a questioning tone and a hint of grievance: "Yu Qiao, are you flirting with me?"
Like a humiliated little wolfhound, it's not very dangerous.
Yu Qiao crossed her arms, her alluring fox-like eyes darting around. She held a glass of red wine in her long, slender, white fingers, swirled it, and placed her soft, boneless hand on his unusually tense shoulder: "Pei Jin, I didn't flirt with you."
"On the contrary, why did you specifically take the glass I drank from when there were so many wine glasses here?"
She blinked, looking utterly innocent: "Oh right, and I also drank most of what I had left!"
Yu Qiao slightly raised her delicate chin, her fox-like eyes carrying an arrogant expression, making her look like an adorable and proud little fox.
Pei Jin gritted his teeth, staring intently at the little fox's fair hand on his shoulder. He lowered his eyes, his back tense: "Looks like your back is better."
"Then I'll take you back now."
"Hmm?" Yu Qiao's foxy eyes lit up, and her delicate fingertips lightly hooked his chin: "So you're not a stutterer after all?"
She was deliberately and blatantly toying with him.
Pei Jin pressed his tongue against his back teeth and muttered "Damn it..."
He took a step back, almost gritting his teeth as he called her name: "Yu Qiao, if you don't need me to take you, then I'll leave now."
His ears and neck were red, and the veins were slightly bulging.
He seemed genuinely angered; his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became erratic.
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