“Pei Pei, I really didn’t bully you…”
Wan Yunting sat down and looked at Jiang Peipei, who pulled the quilt over herself, her head lowered in a sobbing manner. He scratched his head and patiently explained, “I brought you back last night, but you vomited and made a scene. You not only vomited on me but also on yourself. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable sleeping, so I helped you take off your skirt.”
“But don’t worry, I took it off with my eyes closed, I didn’t see anything!”
Jiang Peipei buried her small head in her knees and said tearfully, “I don’t believe you, you definitely bullied me,呜呜, I want you to take responsibility…”
This gave Wan Yunting a headache. He didn’t expect that Jiang Peipei, who was usually carefree and like a boy, would now become a crying little girl who had been bullied. Wan Yunting was anxious, “Pei Pei, I really didn’t do anything to you last night. Besides, am I the kind of scoundrel who takes advantage of someone’s vulnerability?”
Jiang Peipei raised her head. Good heavens, this girl was really crying. Her eyes were teary, and she looked so wronged and pitiful that it touched Wan Yunting. He had never seen this side of her before, and it made him panic.
He wondered if he had touched her inappropriately while sleeping in her bed last night…
“Then why did you sleep in my bed? And why are you wearing my pants?”
Jiang Peipei pouted, pointed at the jersey pants Wan Yunting was wearing, and cried aggrievedly, “You definitely bullied me, 呜呜…”
Seeing the girl crying again, Wan Yunting became anxious. “Aiya, didn’t I tell you that you vomited all over me last night, so I took a shower at your place and wore your pants? Also, you were restless in your sleep last night and fell off the bed. I slept in your bed to watch you. I really didn’t bully you…”
“How about I swear? I swear to heaven that if I bullied you last night, may lightning strike me dead, and may I have a terrible end!”
Jiang Peipei’s teary, big eyes blinked. She looked at Wan Yunting, who was raising his hand to swear. She thought, This scoundrel, why is he doing this?
“呜呜, I don’t care, you slept with me last night, you have to be responsible for me.”
Jiang Peipei buried her head in the quilt again, crying so wronged and pitifully. “If others find out, how will I ever get married? 呜呜…”
… Seeing the girl crying so hard with her head on the pillow, Wan Yunting was completely speechless. He sighed heavily and asked, “Then tell me, how do you want me to be responsible?”
As soon as he said this, Jiang Peipei immediately stopped crying. She slightly turned her head, glanced at Wan Yunting with her left eye still teary, looking cunning and mischievous. She sniffled a few times, “I don’t know…”
Wan Yunting looked at her speechlessly, scratching the back of his head. “If it really doesn’t work, I’ll let you bully me back, and we’ll be even, okay?”
“Wan Yunting, you scoundrel!”
Jiang Peipei’s expression changed instantly. She glared at Wan Yunting with anger in her eyes. “You slept with me, and I’m asking you to take responsibility. Am I wrong?”
“Oh, so you did it on purpose.”
Seeing Jiang Peipei turn back into her usual tigress demeanor in an instant, Wan Yunting pointed at her, knowing that this girl was just trying to bluff him.
“I didn’t…”
Jiang Peipei’s expression became unnatural. Her big eyes rolled, and then she glared at Wan Yunting resentfully, huffing angrily, “Why is it my fault now? It’s clearly your fault.”
Knowing that the girl was doing this on purpose, Wan Yunting felt relieved. A playful smile curved his lips. “Pei Pei, if I had really slept with you, wouldn’t you have felt anything?”
“What do you mean?”
Jiang Peipei’s pretty face flushed slightly at his blatant words. She said uncomfortably, “I was drunk last night, how could I feel anything? Besides, even if you didn’t do that to me, you must have touched me inappropriately last night.”
“Hey, don’t wrongly accuse me.”
Wan Yunting knelt on the bed and said impatiently, “I, Wan Yunting, am a righteous gentleman. How could I do such a despicable thing? Besides, if I were to touch you, I would do it openly. I wouldn’t need you to be drunk.”
“Ah, you let it slip! You clearly have feelings for me!”
Jiang Peipei also sat up on the bed, the quilt blocking her front. She pointed at Wan Yunting and chuckled mischievously.
In fact, since drinking at the barbecue restaurant last night, the scheming Jiang Peipei had discussed this plan with Huang Yuqing!
“Ahem, I didn’t.”
Wan Yunting made an awkward excuse, but Jiang Peipei pointed at his lower half and chuckled mischievously, “Still trying to deny it? Does your lower half lie too?”
Wan Yunting looked down and became even more embarrassed. He quickly turned around, shook himself a few times, and then looked back at Jiang Peipei askance, saying faintly, “This is a natural reaction every man has when he wakes up in the morning.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Jiang Peipei glanced at him. Suddenly, she pounced on him and pushed him down onto the bed. “Hey, what are you doing? Get up quickly…”
But Jiang Peipei refused to get up. Her proud snowy peaks pressed against Wan Yunting’s chest. Their eyes met, stunning Wan Yunting. He clearly felt the affection emanating from Jiang Peipei’s teary gaze, making him a little flustered. He quickly said, “Pei Pei, you get up first. Let’s talk properly, okay?”
“No.”
Jiang Peipei shook her head. Her long hair fell on Wan Yunting’s face, tickling him. He pushed a strand of her hair aside. “Then what do you want? If you continue like this, you’re playing with fire, you know?”
Jiang Peipei, sitting on him, seemed to feel something, making her pretty face flush instantly. Her heart pounded with nervousness.
But this was a rare opportunity, and Jiang Peipei didn’t want to miss it. Her eyes gazed tenderly at Wan Yunting. She bit her red lip slightly, showing a girl’s determined stance, and kissed him directly…
“Uh…”
Wan Yunting’s eyes widened. He never expected this girl to make such a crazy and bold move early in the morning. For a moment, the suppressed evil desire from last night was instantly ignited by Jiang Peipei. “Since you’re playing with fire, don’t blame me then…”
Wan Yunting flipped over, pinning Jiang Peipei beneath him. He lifted the quilt and covered them…
Imagine ten thousand words here…
It was until 9:30 in the morning. Wan Yunting leaned against the headboard, took out a cigarette from the table, and put it in his mouth. With a click, he lit it, then took a puff with a troubled expression, exhaling slowly.
Jiang Peipei, with a shy and cute expression, had her head buried in Wan Yunting’s chest. At this moment, she was no longer the carefree, tomboyish girl, but had the shy appearance of a woman experiencing it for the first time.
But this made Wan Yunting even more melancholy. He said helplessly, “Pei Pei, do you know that I’ve already gotten back together with Yan Xi!”
Jiang Peipei, in his arms, froze at his words. She immediately sat up from his embrace and stared at him blankly.
“I’m sorry.”
Wan Yunting looked at her and sighed, “I was impulsive just now. I shouldn’t have…”
“I don’t mind.”
To his surprise, Jiang Peipei buried her head in his chest again, making Wan Yunting freeze.
“It was my one-sided wish. I don’t need you to take responsibility for anything.”
Jiang Peipei’s slender, pale arms wrapped around the man’s waist, her left cheek resting on Wan Yunting’s left chest. Although she said this, her heart didn’t feel the same way.
Wan Yunting’s large hand stroked Jiang Peipei’s head. Hearing her words, the cigarette in his hand suddenly lost its aroma.
They were silent for a moment, leaning against the headboard for half an hour. Finally, Wan Yunting turned his head and said to Jiang Peipei in his arms, “I need to go to the hospital for work.”
“Oh, then you go. I’ll sleep a little longer.”
Jiang Peipei responded obediently and rolled over from Wan Yunting’s embrace, lying down.
Wan Yunting turned to look at Jiang Peipei, who had her back to him. He watched her for a full minute before getting out of bed to find his jersey. The men’s and women’s styles were the same. Wan Yunting put on the jersey and said to Jiang Peipei lying on the bed, “I’m leaving then.”
“Mm, you go,” Jiang Peipei replied without moving.
Wan Yunting sighed softly, turned, and left.
A moment later, Jiang Peipei turned her head slightly to look. After confirming that Wan Yunting had left, she sat up, her expression becoming a little melancholic.
Because she didn’t know if she was right or wrong…