Chapter 1184: Chapter 1184: I’m Out of Strength
Pei Yuanchen placed her on the sofa, but Ziyi still refused to let go.
She hugged him, rubbing her face against his chest.
Pei Yuanchen took a deep breath, gripped her wrist to pry her off, and hoarsely said, "Sit properly for me, and don’t move around!"
The woman was slow to react, tilting her head, she smiled sweetly at him.
Only then did Pei Yuanchen notice that her complexion was abnormally red.
His gaze turned serious, "He Ziyi, did they give you anything to eat just now?"
She was in a daze for a long time before shaking her head, "I don’t remember..."
The man pressed his lips tightly, picked her up once more, and carried her towards the bathroom.
Regardless of whether those people fed her something strange, her state was off.
Ziyi happily pressed her cheek to his chest again, continuing to rub against him. Pei Yuanchen, holding her, really had no free hand to push her head away, so he silently endured with a gloomy expression.
The man walked into the bathroom, placed Ziyi in the bathtub, then handed her the showerhead, hoarsely saying, "Hurry and take a shower to clear your head!"
Ziyi held the showerhead with one hand and clutched his sleeve tightly with the other.
"Help me shower..." She looked up at him, her eyes misty, "I don’t have any strength..."
Pei Yuanchen’s pupils contracted.
After a while, he resolutely pulled her hand away, his voice hoarse, "Then take your time washing."
After speaking, as if fearing he might waver, he turned and left the bathroom with large strides.
...
Pei Yuanchen went straight to the balcony.
The night was as cold as water.
The slow cool breeze dissipated the heat on his body, allowing him to clear his head a bit.
Pei Yuanchen took out a cigarette to light it, yet both hands still trembled slightly, perhaps because his heartbeat was still irregular, or perhaps because this woman had almost been violated, he was still shivering in fear.
In the swirling smoke, the man’s face appeared obscure and indistinct.
His mind remained in turmoil, and at this moment, he simply couldn’t concentrate on thinking.
But the one thing he was sure of was that if what happened just now were to happen again, he would definitely go mad.
Pei Yuanchen let out a self-deprecating laugh, closed his eyes, trying hard to empty his mind. Unfortunately, when emptying his mind, all that appeared was the image of He Ziyi without a thread of clothing.
He cursed under his breath, stubbed out the cigarette, and turned back to the living room.
He had to find something to do.
It was already past eight, and this woman hadn’t had dinner yet.
With this thought, he went into the kitchen, made a simple sandwich, and boiled a cup of milk. After finishing all this, he walked back outside the bathroom.
No sound of water could be heard from inside.
He swallowed, calming his slightly chaotic heartbeat, and asked in a deep voice, "He Ziyi, are you done?"
"...Yes." After a while, He Ziyi’s soft voice came from inside.
"Did you put on your clothes?" Pei Yuanchen asked again, still worried.
"Yes, I did..." she replied discontentedly, her voice remained soft, with a hint of laziness.
"Then come out for me!" Pei Yuanchen said hoarsely.
"No, I don’t have the strength..." she pouted.
Pei Yuanchen gritted his teeth.
After pondering for a while, he eventually relented, pushed open the bathroom door, and walked in.
The bathroom was filled with mist, He Ziyi still soaking in the bathtub, her thin slender shoulders exposed, smiling sweetly at him.
