Damn it!
No, damn it isn’t enough—this is downright despicable!
Sikong Sui mentally ran through every curse word she could think of.
She realized none of them could accurately capture the essence of Pei Sichen.
He knew everything.
He knew she was trying to seduce him, yet he didn’t expose her, didn’t reject her, didn’t push her away. Instead, he played along.
Just when she thought she had hooked a big fish, he swallowed the bait whole and spat the empty hook right back in her face.
And that damn, infuriating smirk was still hanging on his lips—the kind that made her want to slap it off.
So this is F4. Talking about brotherhood, but each of them has their own hidden agenda.
Sikong Sui mentally went through the list of F4—Pei Sichen, Xie Ren, Gu Shiyan, Sikong Nian.
Four people, four top-tier Alphas. On the surface, they call each other brothers, but in reality, each of them has their own calculations.
Sikong Sui took a deep breath, forcing down the suffocating frustration in her chest.
She looked up, meeting Pei Sichen’s gaze directly.
Sikong Sui: “Aren’t you the same? You knew perfectly well, yet you kissed me so passionately just now. Do you enjoy being the other man that much?”
The corner of Pei Sichen’s mouth slowly curved upward.
He casually touched his lips.
As if savoring something.
The taste of that kiss—jasmine, creamy sweetness, and peach—all blended together.
That sweetness, so intoxicating it was irresistible.
Sikong Sui’s face flushed instantly.
“When a delicious Omega like Your Highness offers herself up, why would I refuse?”
He took a step toward her. “Don’t forget, I’m also an SSS-ranked Alpha.”
Sikong Sui’s breath hitched.
Pei Sichen took another step forward.
The distance between them shifted from safe to dangerous, from dangerous to suffocating.
Vodka.
Just the scent alone was enough to make her feel drunk.
Her vision began to blur, her cheeks burned, and her heart pounded so fast it felt like it would leap out of her chest.
Every pore greedily absorbed that dizzying aroma.
Her legs grew weak, her fingers unconsciously clenched the bedsheet, and she instinctively shrank back a little.
Like a small animal cornered by a predator, knowing escape was impossible but still unable to resist retreating.
Watching her retreat, Pei Sichen’s smile widened.
He reached out, his slender fingers gripping her chin.
His deep, bottomless black eyes reflected her face: flushed cheeks, glistening eyes, slightly parted lips.
“If you dare try to seduce me again, I won’t be as kind as Sikong Nian.”
His thumb gently stroked her chin. “I’ll give you a Lifelong Marking, making you mine.”
Sikong Sui’s mind buzzed, as if something had exploded inside her.
Lifelong Marking.
Irreversible.
Irrevocable.
A chill shot up Sikong Sui’s spine, and she instinctively took another step back.
But with her chin still in his grip, she couldn’t retreat far—only managing to create a futile, tiny distance.
Like a kitten held by the scruff of its neck, limbs flailing helplessly in the air, unable to break free.
The vodka pheromones grew stronger.
That burning, bone-melting scent poured relentlessly from Pei Sichen.
Precisely targeting Sikong Sui.
Her consciousness began to blur, her rationality grew fragile, her entire being felt as if she were treading on clouds, ready to fall at any moment.
“Still dare to provoke me?” Pei Sichen asked.
Sikong Sui looked at him and nodded.
Pei Sichen’s brow furrowed.
“Hmm?” His nasal tone lifted slightly, carrying a dangerous laziness.
Sikong Sui shook her head.
Pei Sichen’s fingers loosened.
The restraint on her chin vanished, and cool air rushed up, filling the small patch of skin that had just been covered by his fingers.
He withdrew his hand, stepping back half a step, giving her space to breathe.
Just as he thought she had conceded, Sikong Sui spoke.
“I dare.”
Pei Sichen: “…”
[System Notification: Pei Sichen’s Favorability -10. Current Favorability: -21.]
A chime echoed in Sikong Sui’s mind, but this time she didn’t panic or rush.
She harbored a heart of revenge.
Like a child who knows the kettle is scalding but insists on reaching out to touch it.
Sikong Sui leaned forward slightly, tilting her head up, her lips pressing against Pei Sichen’s earlobe.
The moment her lips touched him, she felt his body stiffen ever so slightly.
“Doctor Pei…” Her voice was soft as melted water, each word carrying a warm breath that brushed over his ear, slipping into his ear canal. “I still dare.”
She paused, her lips gently grazing his earlobe, like a pampered cat rubbing its cheek against its owner’s hand.
“How are you going to punish me?”
Pei Sichen’s eyes darkened.
Before Sikong Sui could react, Pei Sichen had already kissed her.
This kiss was entirely different from the last one.
Somewhat out of control.
The force with which his lips pressed down was countless times stronger than before—a ferocity that felt as if he were devouring someone whole, from the inside out.
Sikong Sui was kissed breathless.
Her lungs felt as if they were being emptied bit by bit, all the oxygen stolen away by his kiss, replaced by the taste of vodka, so potent it made her dizzy.
Her body couldn’t bear it, and tears escaped on their own, tracing the curve of her cheeks as they fell.
Pei Sichen noticed. He kissed away her tears.
Without hesitation, he drew the salty taste into his mouth, then moved upward, kissing her brow.
“Pei… Pei Sichen…” Sikong Sui’s voice was shattered beyond recognition. “I won’t dare again…”
But Pei Sichen didn’t stop.
“Mischievous children get punished.” His voice was unbearably hoarse.
Pei Sichen: “Only good children get rewarded, understand?”
“I… I…” Sikong Sui’s voice still trembled. “I’m very good…”
Her voice was too soft, sticky and shapeless.
She didn’t even know what she was saying, her mind a complete blank.
The taste of vodka grew stronger and stronger.
So strong that Sikong Sui felt as if the entire room had turned into a giant wine barrel.
She had been thrown inside, the lid sealed shut.
She floated, struggled, suffocated within, the alcohol seeping into every pore of her body, into her blood, into her bones, into the deepest recesses of her soul.
“Doctor Pei…” Sikong Sui’s voice carried a sob.
She didn’t know whether she was begging for mercy or crying for help. “I… won’t dare again…”
Pei Sichen abruptly released her, as if scalded by something.
His hand withdrew from her hair, his body retreating half a step as he stood by the bedside, his chest heaving violently.
His breathing was heavy and erratic, a stark contrast to the ever-calm Pei Sichen.
He had lost control.
In his twenty-five years of life, Pei Sichen had never lost control before.
Pei Sichen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the traces of his loss of control had been gradually reined back in.
He reached out and touched Sikong Sui’s lips.
“Good girl.”