Pei Jiangmu quickly lowered his head and stuffed the dress into her hands, his voice a bit hurried.
"I... I'll go sit over there."
He almost walked to the small sofa in a clumsy way and sat down, his back ramrod straight.
His hands were placed properly on his knees, and his eyes flitted about. He just didn't dare to look at her again.
In the room, there was only Meng Ruozhao's somewhat erratic heartbeat and the rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other.
That brief and unexpected touch of their fingertips just now was like a small stone thrown into a calm lake, rippling circles of ambiguity.
Meng Ruozhao also felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Even though she tried hard to calm her racing heart, she still felt that the air in the room seemed to still carry a subtle electric current.
She kept reminding herself that he was a student who hadn't graduated yet.
No matter how immoral she might be, she couldn't have inappropriate thoughts about an innocent college guy.
After taking two deep breaths, she finally calmed down a bit.
She continued to turn her back to Pei Jiangmu and pretended to be concentrating on organizing the remaining clothes in the wardrobe.
She had quite a few clothes.
Firstly, she was in the clothing business herself.
Secondly, Du Feng had also given her a substantial "clothing allowance".
In his mind, his daughter was just a tool.
If a tool wasn't carefully decorated, how could it be used to climb up to the Yan family?
Of course, she didn't plan to take all her clothes with her.
After putting all her cheongsams in the box, she went to organize her pajamas.
She pulled out a stack of folded nightgowns, and an unremarkable little thing that had been pressed underneath was also brought out.
It drew a small parabola in the air -
It landed right at the feet of Pei Jiangmu, who was sitting on the small sofa.
It was a small, transparent plastic bag.
Inside was a black lace lingerie with astonishingly little fabric.
The shoulder straps were so thin that they were almost invisible, and the lace had a hollow pattern. It was obviously not a daily style.
This was a "lingerie gift" that the merchant had given when Meng Ruozhao had bought ordinary underwear.
She thought it was completely useless, so she had casually stuffed it in a corner of the wardrobe and had almost forgotten about it.
Time seemed to stand still.
Meng Ruozhao froze in place, her mind a blank.
Her cheeks instantly felt like they had been ironed by a hot iron. The flush "whooshed" from her neck to the tips of her ears, and even her fingertips felt hot and numb.
She wished she could disappear on the spot!
Pei Jiangmu's gaze also fell on the visually impactful lingerie.
He was slightly stunned at first, as if he hadn't reacted.
Then, he bent down extremely naturally and stretched out his uninjured left hand.
His long fingers hooked the small, almost weightless transparent bag.
Then, he pinched a corner of the bag and lifted up the extremely revealing lingerie.
Not only did he lift it up, but he also held it up against the light coming in from the window, as if he was studying some new and strange little thing.
His expression carried a proper amount of confusion and bewilderment that was typical of an "innocent college guy".
It was as if he was trying to figure out what this thing was.
The sunlight shone through the thin lace, casting fragmented shadows on his palm.
However, beneath his seemingly calm and even a bit dazed exterior, his heart was filled with a monstrous jealousy and rage!
Was this hers?
When had she bought it?
What was it for?
Who was she going to wear it for?
Yan Qiubai?
These thoughts were like poisoned needles, stabbing deeply into his heart.
A sinister chill instantly shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
He had never seen such a thing in her wardrobe before she lost her memory.
When she was with him, even her pajamas were very proper.
Now, she was actually hiding such, such a thing?
Was it to please that guy surnamed Yan?
That dog man who had taken his place and lied to her all the time?
The strong possessiveness and the feeling of being violated almost made him crush the poor plastic bag.
He wished he could tear this eyesore into pieces right away.
"Ah! Don't, don't look!"
Meng Ruozhao finally came to her senses from the intense shame. She pounced on him like a frightened rabbit.
She snatched the hot potato from Pei Jiangmu's hand and clutched it tightly in her palm, hiding it behind her back.
Her face was so red that it seemed to be dripping blood, and her voice was on the verge of tears.
"This, this isn't mine. No, no, it was a free gift when I bought something. I've never worn it. Really!"
She stammered out her explanation, her eyes too flustered to look at him. She just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Good heavens, this was a major social disaster!
But then she felt annoyed with herself.
What on earth was she explaining?
If it was in her room, if it wasn't hers, whose could it be?
Moreover, she was an adult woman with a fiancé. What was wrong with buying a piece of lingerie like this?
But why did she suddenly feel a strong urge to survive?
It was as if if she didn't explain it clearly to him, she would be "punished" severely.
Pei Jiangmu looked at her flustered and embarrassed appearance and forcibly suppressed the jealousy and rage surging in his heart.
His expression quickly switched back to one of innocence and being startled.
He even blinked his eyes cooperatively, and a blush appeared on his earlobes at the right time.
If Meng Ruozhao had looked closely at him, she would have found that this blush wasn't feigned shyness but real.
It was from anger!
"Oh, it was a free gift..."
His voice was dry, as if he had just realized what it was. His eyes also flitted about, not daring to look at the hand where she was hiding the thing.
But this awkward and shameful atmosphere, as well as the crazy jealousy, made him eager to do something to break it.
He suddenly stood up, as if eager to prove his "innocence" and his sincerity in "helping".
"Um, I, I'll help you pack up quickly so that we can leave here earlier!"
His tone carried the embarrassment of a teenager when faced with an awkward situation.
However, he stood up too abruptly.
His injured right hand subconsciously tried to support the back of the sofa but missed, and his left foot accidentally tripped over the edge of the thick carpet hanging on the edge of the sofa!
"Be careful!"
Meng Ruozhao only had time to let out a startled cry.
Pei Jiangmu's tall body instantly lost its balance and carried an uncontrollable force.
He fell straight towards Meng Ruozhao, who was standing in front of him and still clutching the "evidence"!
"Umph!"
Meng Ruozhao didn't have time to dodge.
She only felt a huge force hit her. Everything spun around her, and her back sank heavily into the soft big bed behind her.
Immediately afterwards, a warm, heavy body with a clean scent also pressed down on her without any buffer.
Pei Jiangmu subconsciously propped his intact left hand on the bed beside her ear.
This was how he avoided crushing his entire body on top of her.
But the distance between them was so close that they could feel each other's breath.
His chest was pressed tightly against her arm, and one of his legs was stuck between hers.
Meng Ruozhao could even clearly feel his rapid heartbeat under his chest and his scorching breath spraying on her forehead and temples.
She was trapped under him and couldn't move. The hand that was clutching the lingerie was still awkwardly held between their bodies.