Ling Shuran calmly looked around the room, and finally stopped at the big bed. She took a deep breath and said slowly: "I'll sleep on the bed, you sleep on the floor. Don't have any other ideas!"
Pei Yanche glanced at her lightly and said, "Your figure doesn't interest me, so naturally I won't have any ideas."
Ling Shuran couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but still pretended to be calm and stared at him.
Seeing her expression, Pei Yanche felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.
He curled his lips and showed a helpless smile, "I have no other ideas, but... I think you don't need to be so nervous."
"..."
Seeing that she didn't speak, Pei Yanche suddenly approached, "Isn't it wrong? Do you think I will take the opportunity to eat you?"
As he approached like this, Ling Shuran felt her face heat up and her breathing became more and more rapid.
She pursed her lips and said, "I-I'm not thinking wildly! I'm just not used to strange men getting too close to me..."
"What else are you not used to? Let's talk about it together."
"You, don't get too close to me, okay?"
"Are you afraid of me?"
"I, Miss Ling, am not afraid of anything, how could I be afraid of you?!" Ling Shuran replied seriously.
Pei Yanche raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at her with a half-smile, "Really? Then why does your heart beat so fast? It's not because you're afraid, but because you like it? Is it because you're excited?"
Ling Shuran's face suddenly turned red when her thoughts were revealed. She gritted her teeth and immediately raised her hand to push away the man who was getting closer and closer, "You are so slutty, I will not be attracted to a middle-aged man like you!"
Pei Yanche was not angry at all, but moved closer to her and said with a smile, "Have you ever seen such a young middle-aged man?"
The closer he got, the more panicked Ling Shuran became. Finally, she simply closed her eyes, clenched her hands into fists and quickly waved towards Pei Yanche.
Pei Yanche was on guard and quickly grabbed Ling Shuran's wrist before her fist landed on his shoulder.
She refused to admit defeat, then stretched out her legs and kicked out, but was easily dodged by Pei Yanche again.
The movements of both of them are not slow, every move is very smooth.
Although Ling Shuran was very skilled, he had little actual combat experience and was defeated after a few hits.
Pei Yanche easily subdued Ling Shuran, then pressed her against the wall and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes as deep as ink, "How about it, Ling Shuran, now do you believe that I don't have any wrong thoughts about you?"
"..." Ling Shuran pursed her lips, a little annoyed, but didn't know how to deal with it.
Pei Yanche looked at her awkward and stubborn look, and suddenly leaned down and whispered in her ear: "You are the first girl who dares to make a move with me."
"..."
"And...the moves you just made were beautiful."
"..."
What! beautiful?
Is he teasing her?
How unreasonable!
Ling Shuran was so angry that her face turned red and her neck was thick, but there was nothing she could do.
So she changed her attitude, changed her arrogant look, and showed a flattering smile, "Pei Sanshao, I was just joking with you, please let me go first, okay?"
"What do you think?" Pei Yanche asked.
"I promise that I will never do anything to the third young master from now on, I swear to you!"
Pei Yanche stared at her for a moment, then chuckled, "Forget it, I don't even bother to do anything to a little shrimp like you."
Before he finished speaking, he had already let go of Ling Shuran.
Taking this, Ling Shuran quickly escaped from the dangerous area, and then watched him warily.
If you can't beat him head-on, then use a sneak attack!
Thinking about it, she gently raised her hand and quietly came behind the man who was looking for clothes by the closet, preparing to knock him out with a knife.
Unexpectedly, Pei Yanche saw the movements of the person behind him from the mirror in the closet, and ducked away.
Ling Shuran hurriedly raised her other leg to attack his chest, but before she could take action, her whole body flew into the air and she was picked up by Pei Yanche.
It spun twice in the air and finally landed on his broad and strong chest.
"ah!"
"ah......"
"ah--"
She screamed a few times, and finally frowned because the pain caused her head to hit his hard chest.
"it hurts!"
Pei Yanche hugged her slender waist and held her close to his chest.
Ling Shuran's back was pressed tightly against the cold wardrobe door, and a refreshing scent of perfume lingered at the tip of her nose.
"I thought you had really become good." Pei Yanche raised the corners of his lips, his voice was hoarse and full of charm, "It turns out that you are still so bold."
Ling Shuran put her hands on his hard chest muscles, trying to distance the two of them.
But no matter how hard she tried, the distance between her and him never shortened by half an inch.
She could only bite her lip and continue to push him hard.
Unexpectedly, Pei Yanche suddenly stretched out a hand, firmly fixed her head, and buried her head in his chest.
His body temperature was so hot that it was transmitted to her through a layer of shirt, causing the blood all over her body to boil instantly.
"Uh... let go..."
She struggled to get out of his arms, but her hair was caught in the button of the man's shirt, and her scalp would be pulled every time she moved.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
She tried several times but couldn't escape. Instead, she gasped in pain. She gave up and stopped moving.
Pei Yanche lowered his head and saw this scene, so he stopped teasing her and cooperated by brushing her hair away one by one.
On the way to help, the two of them were so close that they could hear each other's chaotic breathing.
Ling Shuran only felt that her cheeks were burning fiercely, and then she was replaced by a pain in her scalp, "Hey... be gentle."
"Well, don't be impatient. I'll do it slowly." Pei Yanche said calmly while stroking her hair back and forth.
Her hair was soft and smooth, as soft as silk.
Pei Yanche's heart moved, and he closed his fingers slightly, stroked her soft black hair a few times, and then continued to fiddle with the hair, trying to remove it from the button.
Ling Shuran's head was lowered and she was a little tired. At the same time, her skin was being pulled repeatedly by the man. She didn't know if it was intentional, so she said loudly and unhappily: "Oh, it hurts! I told you to take it easy." Clicked......"
"Yeah, I'll pay attention." The man still responded unhurriedly.
The two of them were busy dealing with the hair wrapped around the buttons in the house, but they didn't know that someone was eavesdropping at the door...
