The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

Yu Lian had long forgotten when he had said he would give her a bath. Suspecting that he was making things up because of her bad memory, she squinted at him and warned him.

"Drain the water and get out."

She'd have to be crazy to shower with him. Yu Lian always felt that showering was when a person was most vulnerable, and the second most vulnerable was when using the toilet.

Pei Shaoyuan let her stand on the ground, wrapped one arm around her waist and held her tightly in his arms, while using the other hand to turn on the bathtub. As the water started to flow, he withdrew his hand, pinched her cheek, and made her look up at him.

"Oh, really? Are you sure you can manage by yourself? I'm just worried."

He took Yu Lian's hand, which was pushing against his chest, and held it in his hand, squeezing all five of her fingers as if playing with them.

"Judging by its length, it doesn't seem like it can be washed very thoroughly inside..."

"Who in their right mind would wash inside?" Yu Lian felt it was strange to discuss these things with him, so she turned her face away to avoid looking directly at him.

Before he could finish speaking, he was gently patted.

His tone was chilling.

"This place is covered in other people's saliva. Aren't you going to wash it off? What will happen when my children meet it again?"

The area around Wei Yue, which had been constantly rubbed by Jiang Shaoheng, trembled when slapped like that. The sensation was more intense than the pain.

Yu Lian immediately became angry.

"If he did, it was outside. What do you think he is, an anteater with a tongue that long? You said you'd pretend it never happened, but now you keep bringing it up. If you're so bothered by it, then you should just break up. Protect your child and keep him for yourself."

Annoyed by his shamelessness, she slapped him hard on the side of his neck, leaving a faint red mark. He didn't dodge, but instead pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his long, narrow eyes staring straight at her.

He couldn't stand those two words. He had to muster all his strength to say them, and he almost regretted them as soon as they were out, wishing he could tear the air away and swallow them back, but she always brought them up so lightly. It was as if his true feelings were just a kite she held in her hand, pulling the string when she was having fun, and letting it fly when she was bored.

The sound was squeezed out little by little from between his clenched teeth.

"I only want to wash it clean as if it never happened. Now that you've hit me, and you're still not satisfied with venting your anger, you bite me a couple more times. Is it wrong for me to wash away what others left on you with my own hands? Let me wash it off, and I really won't mention it again."

"Also, break up. I gave you a chance on the sofa. From now on, those two words are off the table between us. Don't say it again, I won't agree. You'll regret it."

Yu Lian was about to scold him, but when she looked up, she saw that his eyes were red.

Pei Shaoyuan is different from Jiang Shaoheng. Jiang Shaoheng cries a lot; he cries when kissing, he cries when being intimate, and he doesn't even realize it when he cries until he sees Yu Lian's surprised look and then he belatedly feels ashamed.

Pei Shaoyuan always knew he was going to cry before the tears even fell, and he would use all his strength to hold them back. At such times, his competitive spirit and pride were especially strong, as if not shedding tears would make him feel less inferior.

But what would happen if I lost to her?

Yu Lian looked at him without speaking, and Pei Shaoyuan assumed she was still resisting, so he threatened her fiercely.

"If you don't let me wash it, I'll remove my tongue piercing before I fuck you from now on, so you won't get any pleasure. I mean what I say. I'm capable of anything."

Yu Lian had never seen anyone make such a threat before. It wasn't just about picking something up high and putting it down gently; this was about picking it up high and putting it down gently.

There was nothing she could do, so she sighed and leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

"Go wash up. Stop talking, it makes you look stupid."

He wasn't scolded, nor was he hit, but he was kissed. Pei Shaoyuan was bewildered and froze.

The same lips, but the feeling of initiating a kiss and being kissed is so different. Before, when he tried to kiss her, he was always afraid that Yu Lian would push him away, so he would just give her a quick sip and then kiss her inside, until they were intertwined like a lock.

Now, being gently touched like that, so soft as to feel like being brushed by a ribbon, warm and cool, my brain feels like it's been scalded, completely blank, my gaze fixed on it, as if I've lost my soul.

I dared not speak, dared not lick, afraid that the slightest movement would cause the tingling sensation clinging to my lips to dissipate.

It took me a while to find my voice. I pinched my throat and spoke in a soft, high-pitched voice.

"Then I'm mute now, baby."

Water splashed all over the bathroom floor tiles.

Pei Shaoyuan emerged from the water, his hair completely wet, water droplets trickling down his back muscles. His face was flushed pink from the underwater work, but his eyes were bright.

Yu Lian leaned back against the edge of the bathtub, her wet arms draped over the white porcelain, her eyes closed listlessly, her energy almost completely depleted.

Just now underwater, when she couldn't bear it anymore, she grabbed Pei Shaoyuan's hair but couldn't pull him up. She got angry and deliberately pressed down on the back of his head to prevent him from surfacing for air.

Unexpectedly, Pei Shaoyuan, who was almost suffocating, did not struggle. Instead, he became even more ferocious, as if he wanted to fight to the death.

No matter how Yu Lian scolded him, he kept his head down and didn't say a word.

"Dizzy? Can you still move? Come on, blink and show me how bad it is. I can even give you a kiss." He bent down to pick her up, pulled a large bath towel and rolled it up like a towel, and walked steadily to the bedroom.

"I've already told you to save your energy. How can you use it all to scold me?"

The voice sounded shamelessly cheerful. Yu Lian's anti-Korean sentiment was aroused. He was placed on the soft bed, and while he turned to get the hairdryer and pajamas, she kicked him hard in the lower back.

"Give me my phone too."

The kick wasn't in a very good position. Pei Shaoyuan turned around, looked at her, and smiled, his long, beautiful eyes fixed on her.

"Okay, you reminded me. I'll check how many men are on your phone now."

"How about we each give a hand in a bit? It's not much, is it?"

There are many.

Yu Lian quickly calculated the number of her WeChat friends and broke out in a cold sweat.

Pei Shaoyuan probably doesn't know how many people there are before he has the confidence to say such things.

Otherwise, you should at least prepare some health supplements to take first.

Pei Shaoyuan casually shoved the phone into her hand. He stood there with one hand on his hip, not even wearing a towel, his pink and white clothes completely exposed. He was still resentful that Jiang Shaoheng had shown her his clothes for so long and was determined to get them back.

Seeing that she didn't even look at the screen and was only focused on unlocking it, her tone was sour.

"Weren't you out of energy? Look at how you're holding your phone, tsk tsk, if there was a shot put tied to the phone, it would be in the Olympics by now."

Yu Lian ignored him, turning her back to him so he could blow-dry her hair. Still wondering if Lu Jiefei had complained, she checked her unread messages.

There is no Lu Jiefei.

The silence made her even more uneasy. She opened their chat window, and the last message was still about her not going home.

I nervously sent a tentative message.

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Hi

Just one second after the message was successfully sent, Lu Jiefei sent an electronic document.

Yu Lian clicked on it without understanding why.

The title is Basic Physiological Safety and Intervention Protection. The first page contains recommendations for choosing condoms and lubricants.

Yu Lian closed her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating from exhaustion, and then picked through a few sentences.

"...If it's too large, it may slip and remain inside the body; if it's too small, it may rupture and fail..."

The following is a tutorial on measuring the dimensions and models, which I don't know where it was taken from.

"...Water-based lubricants must be used. Oil-based lubricants can dissolve latex condoms, causing them to break, while silicone-based lubricants are difficult to clean and can easily disrupt the skin's natural balance, leading to inflammation..."

"Don't buy those cheap, flashy-packaged products from convenience stores. If you use the wrong size or use off-brand ingredients, you'll end up in the hospital suffering. And if he forces you to skip this step without any pre-lubrication..."

"Just tell him to get lost."

Flipping further, you'll find instructions and suggestions on posture and post-operative care. As expected of someone accustomed to writing experimental research reports, the text is clearly formatted and uses professional terminology; only at the end of each paragraph do they offer more personal opinions.

"...Individuals who have not undergone long-term exercise training are highly susceptible to muscle spasms and ligament strains when folding or bearing weight. With your flexibility, lying flat is sufficient. Do not attempt any difficult positions, or you will break your back."

"...Any unexpected stinging or tearing sensation is a warning signal from your body and is definitely not normal...No matter how far along you are, if you feel pain, you must speak up and stop. If the other person doesn't listen with any excuse, protect yourself as much as possible and find an opportunity to call me. I won't sleep tonight."

Yu Lian could even imagine the expression on Lu Jiefei's face as he typed this message—cold, aloof, sitting upright in front of the computer, meticulously organizing almost detailed adult knowledge into a spreadsheet for her.

To keep her from getting hurt.

With mixed feelings, she closed the document. Lu Jiefei transferred 50,000 yuan to her.

"The Invincible Cold-Faced Man: I'll cover for you with Aunt Yu."

"Invincible Cold-Faced Man: Go home early, Yu Lian."

Perhaps it's because people are too tired that they become sentimental, or perhaps it's because she saw the money, but besides feeling absurd, Yu Lian's nose also felt a little sore. Pei Shaoyuan was blowing on the last few strands of her hair from behind her head, carefully smoothing out the knots with his fingers so as not to hurt her.

After not hearing her speak for a long time, I lowered my eyes to look at her expression, and with my fingers, which were dry from the hairdryer, I curled up and gently touched her cheek.

"What's wrong? Are you so touched just because I'm blow-drying your hair? It's what a husband should do."

Yu Lian slapped his hand away without any politeness: "Hurry up, are you going to keep bragging until the New Year?"

She swiped to another chat window, and surprisingly, Jiang Shaoheng didn't scold her. Instead, he sent her a message that sounded rather cryptic.

"bias: You'd better not sleep with him. I've calculated it, he'll leave you tomorrow."

Yu Lian turned her head to look at Pei Shaoyuan, who was bending down to smell her hair, and typed in silence.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Is it calculated using steamed buns?"

"bias: Believe it or not, do you think I'm here to win you back? Someone like you deserves to be played like this once. It wouldn't be innocent if you were *killed* in bed. Just wait until tomorrow."

"bias: I was originally planning to do the same to you, but it's a pity someone else did it a little earlier than me. After he leaves, don't come looking for me. Whether you live or die is none of my business, and I don't care anymore. I'll stay single for the rest of my life and never say a word to you."

Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Oh.

"Xiao Lian's inner monologue: Southern Barbarian Invasion"

"bias: Flawless"

The sound of the hairdryer behind me stopped.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by the waist and thrown onto the bed, slamming into the soft down comforter, her hair disheveled. Pei Shaoyuan casually stuffed her phone under the pillow, pressed one knee against her side, and showered her with delicate, burning kisses.

It was as if every inch of her skin was worthy of his sucking; before she could even push him away, his fingers were caught and intertwined, pressing her into the pillow.

Yu Lian has fair skin. When he sucks hard with his teeth, a mark of teeth and a kiss is left on her slender neck. As she shrinks back, the mark is shamelessly displayed in front of him.

The bath towel was spread out. It was peeled off as easily as a lychee peel.

"Stop biting like a dog, okay? My mom will see you tomorrow." Yu Lian was a little annoyed, glaring at him with her dark eyes. "Go turn off the light."

Pei Shaoyuan's eyelashes slowly drooped halfway, lingering for a second on her lips, which still had the strength to curse. He turned his face and affectionately rubbed his ear against hers.

His tone was unusually gentle.

「어? 방금뭐라고했어?」

Yu Lian didn't know why he had switched to H language again, and she couldn't understand it at all. She watched as he took a box from the bedside and tore open the packaging with his teeth.

He stared intently at her, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He feigned innocence and nonchalance, as if she were some easily fooled idiot.

「미안해, 애기야. 오빠가한국인이라중국어는하나도못알아듣겠네.

I'm sorry, baby. My brother is Korean and doesn't understand a word of Chinese.

Thank you for the gift! Happy Start of Autumn!