The drug Pei Huai had been given did not belong to the category of aphrodisiacs. He only felt the cells within his body growing exceptionally restless and agitated, bearing a functional similarity to a stimulant.
Ci Mei’s arrival made this restlessness feel like it was escalating further, breeding carnal desires amidst the licking and touching.
Beneath that disguised carnal desire lay an unspeakable secret directed entirely toward Ci Mei, the person who had once bullied and tormented him.
With a gloomy gaze, Pei Huai listened to Ci Mei’s words, only raising an eyebrow slightly in a noncommittal response.
His gaze dropped slightly, landing on the inner shirt where Ci Mei’s buttons had popped off. The collar area was an absolute mess, exposing red marks and moisture from the lingering traces that had yet to fade, while even deeper scenery was concealed beneath the plunging V-neck of the pure black mini-vest.
Pei Huai stared intently for a moment before suddenly stepping forward, raising a hand to tidy Ci Mei’s disordered collar until not a single trace of ambiguity remained visible.
Leaning back against the door, Ci Mei had recovered his composure by this point, though his breathing remained somewhat ragged. Recovering his wits, he was almost angered to laughter by Pei Huai’s action: “What are you covering it up for? Aren’t you dying to let Fichte know so he has a reason to abandon me and rush into your arms?”
Pei Huai nodded slightly, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of his lips: “I certainly do want him to know.”
However, not so you could rush into Fichte’s arms, but so you would rush into mine.
Pei Huai’s gaze deepened.
A word like abandon should never be associated with his Meimei.
Even if that day truly arrived one step at a time, he would still piece Ci Mei back together bit by bit and raise him better than anyone else.
Thinking this, Pei Huai could not help but let his smile deepen a fraction, his ink-green pupils reflecting Ci Mei’s obedient and pretty face.
Tsk.
He couldn’t fathom what on earth Ci Mei saw in Fichte.
Looking at the youth before him who was smiling inexplicably with a spring-like romantic glow, only to furrow his brows a second later with an expression twisted enough to crush a fly, Ci Mei could not help voicing a sincere question: “Pei Huai, are you sick in the head?”
Pei Huai: “”
The no that was right on the tip of his tongue stopped dead in his throat. Pei Huai abruptly altered the trajectory of his defensive retort: “…If I am, will you save me?”
Pei Huai’s voice was low and cold, devoid of deliberate softening, yet it easily allowed one to perceive the hidden gentleness within it, resembling murmurs between lovers.
However, Ci Mei clearly failed to grasp what Pei Huai was driving at. Pausing for a fraction of a second, he let out a cold laugh.
Leting your rival in love save you—do you even hear yourself?
…And you’re acting all delicate and shy while saying it.
Staring at him with a deadpan expression, Ci Mei remained entirely sincere: “I’ll only make this sickness a lot more fatal.”
Pei Huai: “”
Just as Pei Huai wanted to say something, a deep and mellow male voice rang out right beside his ear: “I used to think you were utterly devoted to that Fichte kid. Turns out anyone can make you accept them without a single fight.”
Irritated by the mockery laced in that tone, Ci Mei frowned and lifted his eyes to look.
The main door had opened at some unknown point, and standing in the doorway was a tall, slender man who ducked his head slightly downward as he stepped inside.
His jawline was well-defined, his features deep-set, radiating a cold and aloof aura. His thick, jet-black hair was swept straight back behind his head in a slightly disheveled fashion, with a few strands draping over his left brow bone.
His narrow, upturned phoenix eyes paired with single eyelids exuded an air of fierce tyranny. The man’s pupils were a dark golden color—unlike the typical round shape of ordinary people, nor as slender and vertical as a snake’s pupil, resembling an ellipse instead, which made anyone who looked at him feel a chill in their heart.
The dark green men’s evening tailcoat clearly had a loose inch of fabric, which instead only accentuated the taut muscle lines wrapped beneath it, boasting broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
At this moment, the man’s narrow, cold, and tyrannical golden eyes were half-closed as they locked straight onto Ci Mei, the mockery in the depths of his gaze entirely unmasked.
His tone was atrocious, making Ci Mei feel an involuntary wave of discomfort as his gaze fell upon the character introduction hovering beside the man.
——Port Vieser, the original body’s non-blood-related older brother.