Chapter 1185: Chapter 1185: Got You
Pei Yuanchen’s gaze darkened, a cold laugh escaping his lips, "Didn’t you say you were already dressed?"
"I lied to you..." she admitted readily, beginning to feign weakness again, "Uncle Xiaobao, I have no strength to stand up..."
Pei Yuanchen was unable to discern the truth of her words.
However, he was certain that if he didn’t pull her out of the bathtub, this woman could genuinely stay soaking in there until the end of time.
His expression gloomy, he walked over, lifted her out of the tub, and wrapped her in a towel.
The soft sensation beneath his palm left him a bit parched.
Ziyi cheerfully extended her arms to embrace him, tilting her head to kiss his chin.
Pei Yuanchen’s body tensed, his breathing growing heavier.
Unfortunately, holding her as he was, he had no hands free to push her head away.
"He Ziyi, behave yourself!" he threatened coldly, though his voice was hoarse.
"I won’t..." she became even more daring, licking her lips before biting down on his Adam’s apple.
The man inhaled sharply, feeling blood rush downward, the intense stimulation nearly causing him to drop her.
Ziyi giggled, placing both hands on his chest, her voice languid, "Uncle Xiaobao, your heart is beating so fast..."
Pei Yuanchen closed his eyes, decisively hoisting her over his shoulder.
"Ah!" Suddenly disoriented, Ziyi felt uncomfortable and struggled instinctively.
The man tightened his grip on her legs to keep her from wriggling as he carried her to the bedroom.
Pei Yuanchen not very gently tossed her onto the bed.
In her earlier struggles, the towel had long since disappeared, leaving the woman’s fair skin suddenly in his line of sight.
Pei Yuanchen’s pupils contracted, his expression darkening, as he decisively turned away, yet Ziyi wrapped her leg around his.
"I feel so unwell..." her voice sounded pitiful, "Uncle Xiaobao, I think I have a fever, help me..."
Pei Yuanchen took a deep breath, his voice raspy, "Put some clothes on first!"
"Help me... I don’t have the strength..." she murmured weakly.
Pei Yuanchen looked down at the foot entwined with his leg, coldly retorting, "You seem to have plenty of strength."
"I don’t..." her voice muffled, "I truly feel awful..."
"Let go!" Pei Yuanchen didn’t bother with more words, merely giving a cold command.
She seemed to whimper, and finally, her legs fell weakly to the side.
Pei Yuanchen strode to the door, but couldn’t help pausing.
This woman was too quiet, making it impossible for him to feel at ease.
"He Ziyi?" he queried.
For a long time, there was no response from behind.
Pei Yuanchen pursed his lips, cursed under his breath, and had no choice but to turn back.
He Ziyi was still completely bare, lying on the bed curled up.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he went back, intending to tuck her into bed.
But just as Pei Yuanchen bent over to scoop her up, Ziyi clung to him like an octopus, and in a careless moment, he was toppled onto her.
Ziyi wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs coiling around his waist.
"Got you!" she said triumphantly.
Pei Yuanchen felt like his mind had exploded.
"He Ziyi, let go of me," he said calmly, using the last of his reason.
"I won’t..." she murmured softly, extending her tongue to lick his lips.
Pei Yuanchen closed his eyes, unable to hold back any longer, and kissed her fiercely.
