Song Mingzhen sat up, squinting his eyes at Qiao Chuchu: “Am I... dreaming? I see Miss Qiao!”
His girlfriend leaned down and tugged at him: “Miss Qiao came to help you out, she’s going to sing the love song for you, hurry up and go!”
Song Mingzhen furrowed his brow: “She’s a brother complex, can she even sing well? If she doesn’t sing well, Pei Youchuan will get mad!”
Meanwhile, Pei Youchuan, unaware, sat with his eyes closed on the high bar stool, intoxicated by the song as he sang passionately: “My heart has waited for you for so many years, love’s unspoken words almost drowned me! It’s an unexplainable, contradictory dead knot~”
He pointed at Song Mingzhen: “Sing, damn it!”
A clear, melodious female voice rang out: “If I say I didn’t notice, it would be a lie~”
Pei Youchuan froze, his eyes widening in shock as he looked toward the source.
In the dim lighting, Qiao Chuchu stood, simply dressed in homewear, a loose pale yellow cardigan draped over her shoulders, her hair loosely tied up with a pencil.
Her stray locks lazily fell by her cheek as she gently sang: “I’m sorry, I blurred the boundaries between trust and love.”
Both Song Mingzhen and his girlfriend were stunned.
Holy shit...
She sings beautifully!!
And it’s way too damn good!!!
Pei Youchuan put down the microphone, stunned, listening to her sing.
Qiao Chuchu stepped forward, each step glowing as she neared him: “Why are the most charming the most dangerous, why does love make us incomplete?”
Pei Youchuan tilted his head slightly, feeling a bit confused.
It was strange. Qiao Chuchu was the one walking toward him.
But he felt like he was being drawn into her voice.
Qiao Chuchu stopped in front of him, singing, “You’re really special in my eyes, but unfortunately, you’re not in my dreams, love is unexplainable, a contradictory dead knot.”
Pei Youchuan stood there, dumbfounded, grabbing the microphone and singing the final line with her.
“Love is unexplainable, a contradictory, dead knot.”
He narrowed his eyes and reached up to touch her face: “I think... I’ve seen Qiao Chuchu...”
Qiao Chuchu, still catching her breath, looked at him with slight reproach.
She had run here.
Because she was afraid that her third brother might cause trouble for someone else.
She opened her mouth to speak but saw Pei Youchuan’s eyes lose focus, his head dropping—
He collapsed into her arms.
Qiao Chuchu: “?”
He was fine just now, but now he’s pretending to be dead as soon as he sees me, huh?!
She cursed under her breath as she propped him up and carried him back to the room.
This idiot was drenched in alcohol!
Qiao Chuchu grabbed a pair of scissors, aiming at his chest, ready to cut off the alcohol-soaked areas.
She quickly made a move!
Suddenly, a hand gripped her wrist tightly!
Qiao Chuchu looked up in shock, meeting Pei Youchuan’s cold and deep gaze: “What are you doing?”
Qiao Chuchu: “? You’re not asleep?”
Pei Youchuan’s gaze was clear and sharp: “The scissors were poking my skin.”
Qiao Chuchu fell silent.
She pulled her hand back.
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A small patch of blood spread on his white T-shirt.
Qiao Chuchu knocked her head: “I thought something felt off, I thought you were wearing a push-up bra under your shirt.”
Pei Youchuan: “...”
He stared around in a daze: “Do you want to get on me again?”
Qiao Chuchu froze, her entire aura flaring up: “I’ll get on your grandmother’s leg! What are you even saying?! You drank yourself drunk and I brought you back, do you know how heavy you are?!”
Pei Youchuan was stunned, realizing slowly, “So... the person who was singing just now really was you, not some illusion caused by me drinking too much?”
“Of course it was me,” Qiao Chuchu dropped the scissors and left: “You undress yourself, I’m going back to my room.”
She was yanked back by the wrist.
Qiao Chuchu frowned and turned her head.
Pei Youchuan, lying crookedly on the bed, said, “Don’t leave.”
He beckoned with his finger and smiled widely: “Come closer, I’ll tell you a secret.”
Qiao Chuchu was taken aback, feeling a little intrigued.
Everyone says that after getting drunk, people speak the truth—maybe Pei Youchuan wants to spill some gossip!
She happily leaned her head close to his ear: “What’s the secret?”
Pei Youchuan’s low, hoarse voice sounded in her ear: “Actually, Xia Xuechun is a lot like you, all of us brothers think so, but no one told you.”
Qiao Chuchu’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at him: “Are you blind?!”
“No, I’m not blind,” Pei Youchuan shook his head, swaying, “You two look different, but when she gets stubborn, she’s just like you standing there acting foolish.”
“But when the two of you are compared, Xia Xuechun is completely overshadowed by you.”
Pei Youchuan held his chest and spoke from the heart: “Because only when you get stubborn, you’re both nasty and cute.”
Qiao Chuchu stood there, stunned, and a question slipped out: “Then if I died, what would you feel when you see Xia Xuechun?”
Pei Youchuan froze for a moment, his eyes suddenly turning red.
“I don’t know what I would do.”
Tears filled his eyes as he spoke: “I only know, I would feel pain, regret, and I would want to make up for it.”
Pei Youchuan’s tears were like meteors, large and full, falling onto the pillow: “And there’s another secret, I was the one who burned your love letters.”
Qiao Chuchu: “? What love letters?”
Pei Youchuan sat up, wiping his tears, and looked at her with blurry eyes: “When we were in school, you had a lot of love letters, I didn’t like them, so I burned them all.”
Qiao Chuchu’s eyes gradually widened: “You burned them?! Why did you burn them!!”
Pei Youchuan flinched, his lips trembling, like a child crying: “Why are you yelling at me?”
Qiao Chuchu: “?”
All those love letters were burned, and she had no idea?!
She got a little angry and started pointing her finger at him: “So, during that time, I was chasing after you guys, right? I had ‘7 forms of love,’ right? We argued a lot, you started hating me, distancing yourselves from me, but secretly burned my love letters behind my back? Why?!”
Pei Youchuan didn’t speak.
He wiped his tears, then seriously took off his clothes, revealing his strong abs in front of Qiao Chuchu.
...What a sexy, drunk, muscular man with dark skin.
But Qiao Chuchu didn’t have the time to admire it: “Did everyone else just go along with this?”
“Yes,” Pei Youchuan tossed his clothes aside, his tone gradually becoming unhappy: “I wasn’t the only one who burned the letters. After I graduated, Pei Fengnong took over, then it was Pei Ci and Pei Mu, and finally Pei Bu Xian.”
Qiao Chuchu: “? Why?”
Pei Youchuan raised his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows already showing dominance: “No reason. We just wanted to do it, and no one could stop us brothers.”
“Just like this.”
Pei Youchuan suddenly grabbed her hand. In an instant, he flipped her over and pressed her under him!
Qiao Chuchu: “!”
Pei Youchuan straddled her waist, brushing the stray hair from his forehead, his strong body fully exposed from this upward angle.
His eyes were heavy, like the dark waves of the sea at night, carrying something she couldn’t understand, as he threatened her: “Qiao Chuchu, I warn you, I won’t add you on WeChat. Don’t you dare add me, understood?”
With the scissors still in her hand, ready to defend herself, Qiao Chuchu: “...Why did the conversation suddenly shift from love letters to WeChat friends?”
Pei Youchuan smirked, his gaze lingering on her lips for three seconds.
Then, he reached out and roughly pinched her face.
Qiao Chuchu winced in pain: “Ow!”
Pei Youchuan, as if enjoying some twisted amusement, squeezed her face until it turned red, then laughed proudly, showing a small fang: “See you tomorrow, Eighth Sister.”