170 It’s Not Certain Who’s the Fish
After being fed two mouthfuls of champagne and three pieces of meat, he said, “I can take care of you, but how are you going to thank me?”
“I can let you kiss me.”
“That’s all?”
“I can let you kiss me in the bathroom.” Seeing that he was not satisfied, Lin Jiao continued, “Or you can tell me what you want.”
He suppressed the darkness in his eyes. “After you completely recover, I’ll show you what I want.”
Sensing danger, Lin Jiao did not ask further.
After dinner, they returned home in the cold wind.
A theme song came from the speakers.
After cutting the fruits, Pei Zhi took out two silver forks from the box and went to the living room to watch a movie with her.
“Jiaojiao, what do you want to drink?”
“Wine.” Lin Jiao looked in the direction of the wine cabinet. “Is there any more fruit wine at home?”
“I think so.” Pei Zhi turned around and walked back.
He removed the cap of the fruit wine and handed it to her. At the same time, he lifted the blanket and lay on the sofa. “What are you watching?”
“It’s called After.”
“A romance movie?”
“Yes, the story of a scumbag and a good girl.” Lin Jiao took two sips of wine. “Yilan sent it to me.”
“To you?”
“That’s right.” She opened the chat history. “She said that this movie hasn’t been released in our country yet.”
When Pei Zhi saw Pei Yilan’s message, he could not help but feel suspicious.
He opened the search engine and entered After. As he scrolled down, he saw many ‘inappropriate’ comments.
“Jiaojiao, watch it next time.” He pressed the pause button in time to prevent the scene from popping up.
“Why?”
“Not suitable for now.”
Lin Jiao took his phone and looked at the comments.
She played the video in the bottom right corner and was just beginning to enjoy the swim scene when the screen went black.
“I’m just curious.” She bit the mouth of the bottle and looked away guiltily. “Then you find one.”
“Curiosity kills the cat.”
“I’m not a cat.”
“You can be a fish if you want.” Pei Zhi kissed the top of her head, his voice low and filled with laughter.
His meaning was obvious. ‘The fish eaten by him.’
“It’s not certain who’s the fish.” Lin Jiao bit his chin and let him be the fish first.
She pointed at the television. “Are you still going to find a movie or not?”
Pei Zhi pulled her into his arms and found a comedy that they had never seen before.
He rested his chin on the top of her head affectionately, occasionally toasting her and laughing with her.
As night fell, the lights in the house went out.
Lin Jiao, who was sleepy from the alcohol, curled up in the warm bed and slept until eight o’clock sharp.
In a daze, she moved into his arms. As if sensing something, she suddenly opened her eyes.
In order to confirm that what she felt that day in Lujing was not a dream, she placed her left hand behind her back and frowned.
“Jiaojiao.” A dangerous voice came from above her head, and she subconsciously grabbed it.
Pei Zhi clenched his fists tightly.
His dark eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of ink, making it impossible to see through his expression.
“You scared me.” Lin Jiao turned around and glared at him.
Pei Zhi’s gaze landed on those red lips, his last bit of rationality fading.
He asked hoarsely, “Who’s scaring who?”
“You scared me.” Lin Jiao did not notice the veins on the back of his hand, nor did she care about this.
She smiled and told him about her discovery. “Do you still remember when I was looking for something in Lujing?”
“You found it?”
“Yes, let me show you.”
Afraid that he would be caught off guard, Pei Zhi pulled the blanket over their heads.
He observed her expression and saw that her face was visibly flushed red. His rationality was completely gone.
“Jiaojiao.” He rubbed her waist and said in a strong and gentle tone, “You only have one choice.”
“Which one?”
“The one you said a while ago.”
Lin Jiao felt like her face was being roasted by a fire.
She closed her eyes and covered his lips with hers.
The clock on the wall was still moving.
“Ding—Ding—”
The alarm went off for the fourth time.
Pei Zhi strode into the bathroom and came back with a towel.
He hugged Lin Jiao, who was like a quail, and the smile on his face widened. “Jiaojiao, it’s eight forty.”
Lin Jiao immediately sat up.
She looked at the clock and glared at him with her blurry eyes. “You still have the cheek to tell me that!”
“Sorry.”
“Will you do it again next time?”
Pei Zhi held back his laughter. “I won’t.”
After wiping her fingertips, he carried her into the bathroom to wash up.
“Open the window.” Lin Jiao picked up the crumpled paper on the carpet and walked towards the fitting room.
Pei Zhi raised his hand and pushed open the window, letting in the fresh air.
“It will be nine-thirty by the time I get to the company.” Lin Jiao got into the passenger seat and took out an eyeliner.
She aimed the tip of the pen at the end of her eye and was about to draw when she realized that her hand was sore from doing it. “It’s all your fault!”
Pei Zhi apologized again.
He leaned over and rubbed the top of her head. “Don’t worry. You won’t be deducted until you’re more than three times late.”
“That’s not what I care about.”
“Then what’s bothering you?”
“I can’t do eyeliner.” Lin Jiao drew a crooked stroke on the back of his hand.
Only then did Pei Zhi understand what she meant.
“Jiaojiao looks good without makeup.” In order to appease the angry cat, he kissed her and coaxed her.
“Drive.” Lin Jiao smiled.
She tilted her head to look at the afterimage that flashed past the window. She carried the breakfast Pei Zhi bought outside Sheng Heng and strode to her desk.
“Senior.” When Meng Qi handed her the documents, she asked, “Were you in a traffic jam?”
“No, I overslept.”
“Then look at this after you are done eating breakfast.”
“Alright.” Lin Jiao took two sips of milk before unwrapping the cake. “Have you modified your proposal?”
“Not yet.” Meng Qi was having a headache.
She pointed at the document on the computer screen. “I really don’t know what I can do to make it better.”
“Didn’t Brother Zheng point it out for you?”
“But he didn’t make it clear enough.”
Lin Jiao moved her chair to her desk to guide her.
Even though Meng Qi had said something she did not like to hear last time, she had never thought of stopping helping her.
Meng Xi noted down the key points Lin Jiao mentioned.
She sighed in frustration. “This job really killed a lot of my brain cells.”
170 It’s Not Certain Who’s the Fish
After being fed two mouthfuls of champagne and three pieces of meat, he said, “I can take care of you, but how are you going to thank me?”
“I can let you kiss me.”
“That’s all?”
“I can let you kiss me in the bathroom.” Seeing that he was not satisfied, Lin Jiao continued, “Or you can tell me what you want.”
He suppressed the darkness in his eyes. “After you completely recover, I’ll show you what I want.”
Sensing danger, Lin Jiao did not ask further.
After dinner, they returned home in the cold wind.
A theme song came from the speakers.
After cutting the fruits, Pei Zhi took out two silver forks from the box and went to the living room to watch a movie with her.
“Jiaojiao, what do you want to drink?”
“Wine.” Lin Jiao looked in the direction of the wine cabinet. “Is there any more fruit wine at home?”
“I think so.” Pei Zhi turned around and walked back.
He removed the cap of the fruit wine and handed it to her. At the same time, he lifted the blanket and lay on the sofa. “What are you watching?”
“It’s called After.”
“A romance movie?”
“Yes, the story of a scumbag and a good girl.” Lin Jiao took two sips of wine. “Yilan sent it to me.”
“To you?”
“That’s right.” She opened the chat history. “She said that this movie hasn’t been released in our country yet.”
When Pei Zhi saw Pei Yilan’s message, he could not help but feel suspicious.
He opened the search engine and entered After. As he scrolled down, he saw many ‘inappropriate’ comments.
“Jiaojiao, watch it next time.” He pressed the pause button in time to prevent the scene from popping up.
“Why?”
“Not suitable for now.”
Lin Jiao took his phone and looked at the comments.
She played the video in the bottom right corner and was just beginning to enjoy the swim scene when the screen went black.
“I’m just curious.” She bit the mouth of the bottle and looked away guiltily. “Then you find one.”
“Curiosity kills the cat.”
“I’m not a cat.”
“You can be a fish if you want.” Pei Zhi kissed the top of her head, his voice low and filled with laughter.
His meaning was obvious. ‘The fish eaten by him.’
“It’s not certain who’s the fish.” Lin Jiao bit his chin and let him be the fish first.
She pointed at the television. “Are you still going to find a movie or not?”
Pei Zhi pulled her into his arms and found a comedy that they had never seen before.
He rested his chin on the top of her head affectionately, occasionally toasting her and laughing with her.
As night fell, the lights in the house went out.
Lin Jiao, who was sleepy from the alcohol, curled up in the warm bed and slept until eight o’clock sharp.
In a daze, she moved into his arms. As if sensing something, she suddenly opened her eyes.
In order to confirm that what she felt that day in Lujing was not a dream, she placed her left hand behind her back and frowned.
“Jiaojiao.” A dangerous voice came from above her head, and she subconsciously grabbed it.
Pei Zhi clenched his fists tightly.
His dark eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of ink, making it impossible to see through his expression.
“You scared me.” Lin Jiao turned around and glared at him.
Pei Zhi’s gaze landed on those red lips, his last bit of rationality fading.
He asked hoarsely, “Who’s scaring who?”
“You scared me.” Lin Jiao did not notice the veins on the back of his hand, nor did she care about this.
She smiled and told him about her discovery. “Do you still remember when I was looking for something in Lujing?”
“You found it?”
“Yes, let me show you.”
Afraid that he would be caught off guard, Pei Zhi pulled the blanket over their heads.
He observed her expression and saw that her face was visibly flushed red. His rationality was completely gone.
“Jiaojiao.” He rubbed her waist and said in a strong and gentle tone, “You only have one choice.”
“Which one?”
“The one you said a while ago.”
Lin Jiao felt like her face was being roasted by a fire.
She closed her eyes and covered his lips with hers.
The clock on the wall was still moving.
“Ding—Ding—”
The alarm went off for the fourth time.
Pei Zhi strode into the bathroom and came back with a towel.
He hugged Lin Jiao, who was like a quail, and the smile on his face widened. “Jiaojiao, it’s eight forty.”
Lin Jiao immediately sat up.
She looked at the clock and glared at him with her blurry eyes. “You still have the cheek to tell me that!”
“Sorry.”
“Will you do it again next time?”
Pei Zhi held back his laughter. “I won’t.”
After wiping her fingertips, he carried her into the bathroom to wash up.
“Open the window.” Lin Jiao picked up the crumpled paper on the carpet and walked towards the fitting room.
Pei Zhi raised his hand and pushed open the window, letting in the fresh air.
“It will be nine-thirty by the time I get to the company.” Lin Jiao got into the passenger seat and took out an eyeliner.
She aimed the tip of the pen at the end of her eye and was about to draw when she realized that her hand was sore from doing it. “It’s all your fault!”
Pei Zhi apologized again.
He leaned over and rubbed the top of her head. “Don’t worry. You won’t be deducted until you’re more than three times late.”
“That’s not what I care about.”
“Then what’s bothering you?”
“I can’t do eyeliner.” Lin Jiao drew a crooked stroke on the back of his hand.
Only then did Pei Zhi understand what she meant.
“Jiaojiao looks good without makeup.” In order to appease the angry cat, he kissed her and coaxed her.
“Drive.” Lin Jiao smiled.
She tilted her head to look at the afterimage that flashed past the window. She carried the breakfast Pei Zhi bought outside Sheng Heng and strode to her desk.
“Senior.” When Meng Qi handed her the documents, she asked, “Were you in a traffic jam?”
“No, I overslept.”
“Then look at this after you are done eating breakfast.”
“Alright.” Lin Jiao took two sips of milk before unwrapping the cake. “Have you modified your proposal?”
“Not yet.” Meng Qi was having a headache.
She pointed at the document on the computer screen. “I really don’t know what I can do to make it better.”
“Didn’t Brother Zheng point it out for you?”
“But he didn’t make it clear enough.”
Lin Jiao moved her chair to her desk to guide her.
Even though Meng Qi had said something she did not like to hear last time, she had never thought of stopping helping her.
Meng Xi noted down the key points Lin Jiao mentioned.
She sighed in frustration. “This job really killed a lot of my brain cells.”
