Pei Sichen looked down at Sikong Sui, who was sitting on the bed.
Seven parts innocence, carrying the naivety of one untouched by the world, like the first bud on a spring branch.
Even before it fully bloomed, it already made one imagine how it would look in full bloom.
Her eyes were bright, so bright it didn’t seem feigned.
Three parts allure, the kind of innate, bone-deep charm hidden in the corners of her eyes and brows.
She probably didn’t even know she possessed such a thing.
But it was precisely this unawareness that made those three parts of allure especially deadly.
Even her Omega pheromones carried the scent of jasmine, his favorite.
Pei Sichen’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
He never revealed his preferences in front of anyone.
But at this moment, he had to admit that the sweet, fresh fragrance of jasmine, mixed with the scents of milk and peach, was continuously emanating from her.
Like an invisible net, tightening irresistibly.
He liked jasmine, had liked it since childhood.
But he didn’t like this feeling.
This feeling of being held back, entangled, unable to retreat unscathed.
His heart was in disarray.
He didn’t like this feeling.
[System Notification: Pei Sichen’s Favorability -10. Current Favorability: -1.]
Sikong Sui’s smile froze on her face.
…
Negative one?
Was there something wrong with him?
What did she do?
She had worked so hard to raise it to nine, and now it plummeted to negative one in an instant—faster than the stock market crashing…
Sikong Sui mentally cursed Pei Sichen’s ancestors for eighteen generations.
Her smile was already starting to falter.
Pei Sichen walked toward her, stopping at the edge of the bed. He bent down, his slender fingers reaching for the bandage on her left shoulder.
The bandage was unwound layer by layer, the white gauze slipping from his hands.
Revealing the wound beneath, which had mostly healed.
The tissue around the wound showed a faint pink hue.
The girl’s left shoulder was fully exposed to the air, her fair skin glowing with a delicate pink sheen, like a freshly peeled peach.
Sikong Sui’s face suddenly flushed.
She suddenly remembered that when Pei Sichen performed surgery on her, her blood had stained his hands.
After the surgery, Pei Sichen stood before the sink, water flowing over his slender fingers.
Washing away her bloodstains bit by bit, revealing the clean, almost transparent skin beneath.
His expression was so ascetic, so calm, so unmoved.
As if what stained his hands wasn’t someone’s blood but something ordinary, not worth a second glance.
Yet it was precisely that expression that made one’s imagination run wild.
Sikong Sui didn’t know why she remembered this scene.
She didn’t realize that at this moment, she was blushing from her cheekbones all the way to the tips of her ears, from her ears down to her neck, her entire body like a boiled lobster.
Pei Sichen looked up and glanced at her. “What are you thinking about?”
Sikong Sui, caught off guard, snapped back to reality as if electrocuted.
She quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes. “N-nothing… Be gentle.”
The moment the last word left her lips, she herself was taken aback.
Her tone was unbearably soft and delicate.
Sikong Sui wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
She cleared her throat, trying to salvage the situation. “It’s so hot. Is the air conditioner broken?”
Her words carried the guilt of protesting too much.
Pei Sichen glanced at her expressionlessly. “It’s winter now.”
Sikong Sui: “…”
Sikong Sui coughed twice.
She couldn’t just admit defeat like this, couldn’t let him gain the upper hand.
She was here to complete the Affection Quest on him, not to be the one getting quested.
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and mentally summoned her pheromones.
The delicate fragrance of jasmine slowly released from within her body.
The scents of milk and peach followed closely, gently enveloping toward Pei Sichen’s direction.
Sikong Sui opened her eyes and looked up at him.
Then she reached out, tentatively covering the hand he was using to bandage her wound.
“Doctor Pei…”
Her voice was soft, so soft it seemed like it could melt on the tip of the tongue. “Your hands are so cold.”
She tilted her head slightly, her damp hair slipping from her shoulder, revealing a stretch of fair neck and collarbone.
“Do you need me to warm them for you?”
Looking at this, she truly was a top-tier SSS-rank Omega succubus.
Sikong Sui gave herself a score in her heart.
Out of ten points, she thought she deserved at least eight.
Pei Sichen looked at her.
His hand didn’t pull back, nor did he grasp hers in return.
He curled the corner of his mouth. “Your Highness Suisui, I thought the person in your heart was Xie Ren.”
Sikong Sui’s smile froze for a moment.
Pei Sichen: “What, he just left, and you’re already flirting with someone else?”
Sikong Sui was left speechless.
That was such a harsh thing to say!
But, Sikong Sui’s mind quickly turned—there was progress.
At least he spoke a few more words.
Sikong Sui took a deep breath, swallowing down the frustration.
The corners of her mouth slowly curved into a sweeter smile than before. “Is Doctor Pei jealous?”
Her voice became even more delicate and softer than before. “Then from now on, I’ll only flirt with you, okay?”
She leaned forward slightly, the edge of her towel slipping down a bit more, revealing more fair skin.
[System Notification: Pei Sichen’s Affection -10. Current Affection: -11.]
Sikong Sui: “…”
Was he allergic to Omegas?
Her heart hardened, and she suddenly leaned forward, one hand braced on the edge of the bed, the other directly grabbing Pei Sichen’s collar.
Pei Sichen probably didn’t expect her to do this. His body leaned forward slightly, and in that moment, Sikong Sui lifted her head and kissed his lips.
The moment her lips touched his, only one thought crossed her mind: in for a penny, in for a pound.
Pei Sichen’s lips were cold.
Different from what she had imagined.
His lips were thin, with a distinct shape, and when pressed against them, there was a strange, heart-racing texture.
Sikong Sui didn’t know how long she kissed him.
Maybe a second, maybe ten seconds, maybe longer.
Her mind went blank, all her plans failing at this moment.
All that remained was something primal, something she couldn’t even understand, driving her.
Then Pei Sichen moved. He didn’t push her away; instead, he kissed her back.
His hand, at some point, had moved from her wound to the back of her head.
His slender fingers threaded through her damp hair.
The kiss was deep.
So deep that Sikong Sui felt as if her soul had been kissed out of her.
His tongue pried open her lips, claiming every inch of air and sweetness in her mouth.
For a long time, her hand slid down from his collar, resting weakly on his shoulder.
Her entire body went limp, like a puddle of water.
If not for the hand supporting the back of her head, she would have already collapsed onto the bed.
But he was not losing control.
This was what frightened Sikong Sui the most.
His kiss was deep, intense, even passionate, yet his breathing remained steady, and his hands never wandered to any inappropriate places.
He was like someone savoring an exquisite dessert, enjoying its flavor, appreciating its aroma.
But in his heart, he knew clearly—this was just a dessert, not a necessity, not something that belonged to him.
He was kissing her, yet his rationality remained fully intact from start to finish.
Pei Sichen slowly pulled away from her lips, the distance between them so close that their noses almost touched.
His breathing finally showed a hint of disturbance, fleeting and gone in an instant.
Interesting.
The corner of Pei Sichen’s mouth slowly curved upward. “Did Sikong Nian mark you?”
“Does Xie Ren know?”
In that moment, Sikong Sui’s mind went completely blank.
Pei Sichen watched her expression, the curve of his lips widening slightly. “Does he know you ran into my arms like this, actively seducing me?”
He released her hair, straightened up, and took a step back.
The moment his fingers withdrew from her hair, Sikong Sui felt a chill.
As if she had been dragged out of a warm bed.
Sikong Sui: “You…” Damn it.