The lighting in the restroom was dim. After shouting that “Master”, Pei Huai did not care whether Ci Mei agreed or not; his warm, damp tongue had already touched the delicate skin of the person in his arms.
Ci Mei’s body trembled at Pei Huai’s actions. Stunned and frightened out of his wits, his mind went completely blank.
The little beauty’s pupils were hazy and veiled by a mist of water, his rounded eyes half-closed, and the crowded droplets of water in the corners of his eyes teetering on the verge of falling. His gaze was dazed and somewhat scattered, the corners of his eyes flushed a bright red, and his full, pink lips slightly parted. His obedient and exquisite face looked thoroughly pitiable.
That pair of hands restrained by Pei Huai closed involuntarily, one of them gripping the thin shirt at Pei Huai’s chest, his fingertips turning white.
He lowered his head slightly, his chin resting right on top of Pei Huai’s head, his voice soft and trembling in pitch: “Stop licking… wuwu… Pei, Pei Huai, I beg you.”
Hearing this, Pei Huai’s actions paused.
“Do you know, acting like this… isn’t begging for mercy, it’s seduction.” His voice paused slightly, slowly pulling back a certain distance from Ci Mei. Lifting his head, his eyes brimming with lust stared straight at Ci Mei, the tail end of his voice carrying a hint of a smile: “It’s adding fuel to the fire.”
As Pei Huai spoke, he leaned down again, still unsatisfied, to lick that seductive red mark, laughing in a low voice: “Remember to hide these traces well, and do not let your fiancé see them.”
The youth’s gaze was direct and clear-headed. The hand that had been supporting the back of Ci Mei’s head carefully retracted, his hot fingers slightly curved. With his index finger curled and lingering at Ci Mei’s chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed back and forth with moderate pressure against Ci Mei’s tender pink lower lip. Exerting a slight force with his index finger, Ci Mei was made to lift his head, his gaze happening to land upon him.
Pei Huai lowered his gaze slightly to stare at the person who was still in a daze, the depth of his smile growing, looking as though he wished his fiancé would discover it immediately.
Looking at him now, where was there any sign of the previous state where he had supposedly taken aphrodisiacs and was unable to control himself due to the overwhelming potency of the drug?
With his chin hooked by Pei Huai, when Ci Mei made eye contact with him, his muddled brain sluggishly realized that he seemed to have been played by Pei Huai.
The wrist gripped by Pei Huai was still faintly aching, and Ci Mei’s temper suddenly welled up. His voice was somewhat muffled, his fine, soft tone carrying a hint of a crying lilt: “Let go, it hurts when you hold me.”
Pei Huai froze slightly, subconsciously loosening his grip.
Ci Mei struggled, but failed to break free, fueling his temper even more as he stared at him without a word.
Pei Huai probably realized something. He released the hand restraining Ci Mei’s wrist, but instead transitioned into holding him, shamelessly burying his head back into the crook of Ci Mei’s neck to nuzzle: “Master, I feel uncomfortable.”
That “Master” was rolling off his tongue more and more smoothly.
Ci Mei thought with a blank expression.
But it wasn’t going to work anymore!
“Stop pretending.”
Ci Mei’s voice was still somewhat hoarse. Unlike his usual arrogant and aloof chill, it sounded instead as though he had cast aside his useless modesty, acting like a little hook, lingeringly and persistently scratching at Pei Huai’s heart.
Hearing it, Pei Huai shamefully felt a certain part of himself perk up to a small degree.
His body stiffened slightly, and then, maintaining his usual composure, he distanced himself from Ci Mei, his tone no different from usual: “You are the one who had someone slip aphrodisiacs to me.”
But he didn’t know about it!
And moreover, after finding out, he had rushed over in a flurry to save people, only to be played around with for his trouble.
Pei Huai must be feeling extremely smug right now.
Thinking of this, Ci Mei grew even angrier: “I knew nothing about this matter.”
Pei Huai raised an eyebrow slightly, a trace of a smile surfacing in the depths of his eyes as he leisurely blocked him with a sentence: “I don’t believe it.”
Looking at his expression of “it was definitely you”, Ci Mei fell silent.
Taking a deep breath, he raised a finger and pointed at the door: “Get lost.”