Mrs. Pei: "..."
She stared at her son as he left.
Will Brother Xiaoyu bandage him up?
A self-inflicted injury ruse?
That brat.
Pei's mother wanted to bring the person back and teach her a lesson, but Pei Qing stopped her aunt and kept saying nice things to calm her down.
Unable to hold back her sobs:
"What kind of thing is this, my brother? Smashing your own head like that? You're trying to scare your mother's heart out with this whole 'feigned injury' act! How could I have raised such a heartless child? Smashing your own head to frighten others? I think he's just like your uncle, completely insane!"
Pei Qing offered a consolation in a completely different, almost supernatural way:
"My uncle is crazy, my younger brother is crazy. It proves that the genes are well inherited. I don't need DNA to prove it. Just look at my younger brother. He is definitely my uncle's son."
Mrs. Pei: "..."
Pei Ji went next door, but didn't dare to get too close. Standing at the gate, he tentatively called out, "Brother Xiaoyu."
The umbrella visibly trembled.
Blood was already flowing down Pei Ji's face, covering half of his face.
A line of blood entered his eye, blurring his vision. The boy raised his hand to rub it, making his eye appear even more crimson. He called out again in a hoarse voice, "Brother Xiaoyu."
Nan Yu's heart pounded like a drum.
He wanted to find a hole to crawl into, he also wanted the ability to walk through walls, and even wanted to go to the sky.
In short, he wanted to escape again.
Upon contact with a person, the body will experience a severe rejection reaction.
But he had already promised Pei Ji, and he couldn't do it a third time.
After countless mental preparations, he finally moved the umbrella away. The night was dark, and the streetlights weren't very bright. Nan Yu didn't dare to look closely at Pei Ji, so she didn't see the blood on his face.
Nan Yu closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and stood up shakily.
With each step, it felt like a mountain was pressing down on my shoulders.
My desire to retreat back to my shell reached its peak.
He didn't even know how he got to Pei Ji. His whole body was ice-cold, he was trembling uncontrollably, and his throat felt like it was being choked, so he couldn't say a word. He didn't dare to look up at him.
Pei Ji also restrained his emotions and called out in a hoarse voice, "Brother Xiaoyu."
Nan Yu's legs immediately went weak; she desperately wanted to run away from Pei Ji.
In fact, he did just that. He forgot that the door was locked from the inside, ran too fast, couldn't turn the doorknob, and crashed straight into it. He squatted down, curled himself into a ball, hugged his head, and trembled all over.
Pei Ji frowned as he saw his reaction.
She took a few steps back and asked worriedly, "Brother, are you alright?"
After Pei Qing finished talking with her mother, Pei Qing's mother was worried about Pei Ji, so the two went to the rooftop balcony and looked at him from a distance. Pei Ji's head injury had not been treated, and Pei Qing's mother was afraid of infection, so she wanted to go down.
Pei Qing leaned against the railing, rolled her eyes, and slightly curled her lips.
Catching up with Pei's mother, he said, "I'll go help my brother out. If necessary, I'll bring him back to apply medicine. You'd better not go yet."
Pei's mother said anxiously, "Just bring it back."
Pei Qing gave an OK sign, strode out of the courtyard gate, and instead of rushing to the next house, took out her phone and sent a message to someone.
In less than three minutes, a group of people arrived.
I estimate twenty or thirty.
Pei Qing took a baseball bat and went over, looking like a gangster. Nan Yu was particularly sensitive to people and couldn't stand the sound of footsteps. He wanted to go inside and retreat back into his shell.
I can't find my keys anywhere in my pocket.
I was so anxious I almost cried.
Pei Ji frowned when he saw his cousin arrive with a group of people.
He turned his head and glanced at Nan Yu, who was curled up and trembling.
He then turned his gaze to Pei Qing, quickly walked over, and winked at her while lowering his voice:
"I told you to come, why the hell did you bring so many people? Get out of here!"
Pei Qing patted Pei Ji's shoulder, a carefree smile playing on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Remember to give your brother a big red envelope."
As he spoke, he led a group of people into Nan Yu's courtyard.
Pei Ji, unsure of Pei Qing's intentions and worried that Xiao Yu wouldn't be able to handle it, quickly shouted, "Pei Qing! Take your people away immediately! Don't come any closer!"
Pei Ji wanted to boil the frog in lukewarm water.
Pei Qing threw the frog directly into the hot oil pot and then put the lid on.
His methods are too radical; aside from anything else, they will definitely leave Nan Yu with psychological trauma.
Pei Qing was still leading his men closer, and Pei Ji felt like punching someone.
Seeing Nan Yu trembling violently, her heart ached. She ran over, pulled him into her arms, and comforted him. But her gaze towards Pei Qing held a deep chill as she looked down and asked, "Brother, where are the keys?"
A group of people approached, and Nan Yu was frightened.
Pei Ji came over.
It's like a scale tilting.
He was afraid of both sides. When one side was heavy, he would lean to the left, so he would try desperately to crawl to the right in order to maintain his mental balance.
The clam shell was pried open unconsciously, and it tightly embraced Pei Ji.
Seeing that Nan Yu didn't speak, Pei Ji took the key from his pocket, opened the door, and Pei Qing went over and used a baseball bat to push the door back in, almost as if he had a cigarette in his mouth.
"Oh, in such a hurry to go in and make love?"
It's blunt and explicit, vulgar and insane.
Pei Ji's voice turned cold, "That's enough!"
Pei Qing chuckled, speaking like a rogue, "I originally wanted to ask you out, but now I want to have some fun with him. He's quite handsome; no wonder my little brother likes him."
Nan Yu felt her head was about to explode from listening to his buzzing. Terrified, she burrowed into Pei Ji's arms, her body trembling violently and her breathing becoming rapid.
The situation is a bit scary.
Pei Ji opened the door again, but Pei Qing used a baseball bat to push it back in, a smile still playing on his lips.
Pei Ji could guess his intention.
But Xiaoyu is different from others.
He had only intended to give Pei Qing a little provocation, but the other party ended up taking down twenty or thirty people for him!
Pei Ji was so angry that his lips turned purple, and he continued to twist the doorknob.
Pei Qing pressed his baseball bat against the door lock and said, "Brother, you've got a head injury and you're not even getting it treated? Don't you care? You're just standing there."
Pei Ji: "That's enough!"
Pushing aside the baseball bat, he helped Nan Yu back. This time, Pei Qing didn't stop him. After waiting a while, he smiled, raised his left hand, and said, "Let's go, brothers, that's the end!"
Nan Yu was trembling as she held Pei Ji.
Pei Ji disregarded his head injury and helped Nan Yu to sit down on the living room sofa. As soon as he let go, a pair of fair arms wrapped around his waist, followed by a trembling voice in his ear.
"Don't go..."
Pei Ji was taken aback, then felt guilty and happy. It was all his fault for scaring Xiao Yu.
She gently comforted him, "Don't leave, are you feeling better, Brother Xiaoyu?"
Nan Yu hugged him and shook her head, her body still trembling.
Pei Ji covered him with a blanket, his arms tightly wrapped around Nan Yu's shoulders and back. Half an hour had passed, and the blood in the boy's head had already congealed, but the person in his arms was still trembling.
Pei Ji asked worriedly, "Brother Xiaoyu, are you feeling very unwell? I'll go back first, we can take it slowly."
As he spoke, he slowly released Nan Yu.
Just as he was about to back away.
Nan Yu tensed up and hugged Pei Ji again, her voice trembling, "Don't go...don't go...I have a room at my house...you can stay here..."
"I...I can touch you, I can touch you..."
His voice grew weaker and weaker as he spoke, not out of guilt, but out of exhaustion, as if saying those few words had taken half his life.
Whether Pei Qing helped him or not is unknown.
Anyway, Pei Ji wanted to beat up Pei Qing.
Originally, it would have been easier to get Xiaoyu to accept it gradually, it would just have taken a little more time. But Pei Qing barged into the courtyard with a large group of people, damn it...!
Pei Ji: "Don't force yourself."
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