Ci Mei was stunned for a moment, then frowned, his bright, dark blue pupils filled with incomprehension: “Are you asking to be scolded?”
Pei Huai choked. What kind of conclusion was that?
He opened his mouth, seeming to want to refute, but after lingering over the words he had just blurted out uncontrollably, his expression gradually froze. He just stared at Ci Mei without answering.
And with Fethus serving as a precedent before him, Pei Huai’s silence automatically translated into tacit agreement in Ci Mei’s eyes.
Ci Mei fell into a rare silence, analyzing inwardly: Anyone who becomes a protagonist is bound to have some little quirks. The gong and shou are bound to share some common hobbies.
How normal was that.
So much so that Pei Huai clearly saw the expression of the young master, who had been arrogant and despotic just a moment ago, turn bizarre, looking at him with the gaze of “how did you change too, but it is fine, I am not feudal”.
Pei Huai: ?
Pei Huai was silent for a moment, choosing to change the subject: “Young Master coming to find me, is there something the matter?”
Hearing this, Ci Mei’s expression shifted, a trace of sarcasm leaking across his gorgeous face: “Of course it is to see if a tattletale like you has been running your mouth.”
Pei Huai’s expression remained unchanged, making no sound in response to Ci Mei’s taunt. He merely lowered his gaze perfunctorily, and with just a single glance, his focus suddenly locked.
Ci Mei had changed into a deep-blue formal men’s suit with an elaborate design. The outfit was cinched at the waist, accentuating his slender waist, while the sides of his waist featured cutouts of black lace, half-heartedly concealing that expanse of fair skin.
So white.
Pei Huai’s gaze deepened.
Right in front of him, after Ci Mei had rambled on for a long time about his wild guesses, he picked up a glass of water to take a sip and calm his nerves. He took a sip, lifted his gaze, and saw Pei Huai spacing out. He frowned in dissatisfaction: “What are you thinking about? Did you hear what I said?”
Interrupting his thoughts, Pei Huai gave a low “mn”, turned his body slightly to face Ci Mei directly: “I heard you, I was reflecting on it seriously.”
As he spoke, his gaze lingered for a few seconds on Ci Mei’s full, rosy lips, which still retained a glistening sheen.
Why do I feel like they could be even redder?
Pei Huai unostentatiously pressed his brow down.
It was undeniable that Ci Mei was pretty, but paying this much attention to him, letting his mind spin out of control, and even this was the first time for Pei Huai.
What was even stranger was that he didn’t feel any aversion to this sensation.
Pei Huai felt as though he had been bewitched, feeling somewhat restless and suffocated.
Beside him, Ci Mei raised an eyebrow upon hearing Pei Huai’s reply, seemingly not expecting him to say that, so he followed up: “Then what did your reflection lead to?”
Certainly couldn’t say I was reflecting on my covetous desires toward you.
Pei Huai stiffened slightly, then, as if thinking of something, he lowered his head. He stood in a spot untouched by the light, looking hazy as he seemed to smile: “I should keep my distance from Fethus, and shouldn’t seduce him.”
Should seduce you.
Ci Mei failed to notice the hidden malice harbored by the youth before him, proudly lifting his chin a fraction. His watery, dark blue pupils reflected Pei Huai’s meaningful expression: “I hope you aren’t just all talk, I’ll be watching you.”
Pei Huai inexplicably felt that he resembled that white cat from the Furlan Magic Academy, the gorgeous white cat that would only deign to look at you properly after being given a treat. His smile grew a fraction denser, and just as he nodded, a shout suddenly rang out from behind: “Ci Mei!”
Pei Huai’s expression turned cold. Ci Mei paused slightly, looked toward the source of the sound, and before he could see clearly, his arm was grabbed.
Ci Mei was taken aback by this sudden pull from someone.
And that person merely glanced indifferently at Pei Huai before pulling Ci Mei’s arm to drag him away, murmuring something softly to Ci Mei.
Ci Mei only cast a hurried backward glance at Pei Huai, who was still standing in place watching him, before heading toward the lively gathering of that crowd.
It was in stark, icy contrast to the solitude of Pei Huai’s side.
Pei Huai’s expression remained as usual. He picked up the glass of water left on the table that Ci Mei had just drank from, took a sip, and kept his gaze tightly locked on Ci Mei’s increasingly distant figure.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and suddenly smiled with a hint of quiet resignation.
I really want to drag him over and cage him as my house cat.