"No need. I'll do it myself after it's all sorted out. There's no rush to put it on."
Meng Ruozhao deliberately avoided his gaze, with a rather strange expression on her face.
She didn't dare to say it.
Just now, a scene had flashed through her mind.
It seemed to be a rainy night, and he was also lying on top of her, all sweaty...
She must be crazy. What kind of nonsense was filling her head?
Seeing her look away, Pei Jiangmu curled the corner of his mouth.
"Have some water first. Stop bustling around. I can manage on my own."
Meng Ruozhao went to the fridge and fetched a bottle of water for him.
"I didn't really help much."
Pei Jiangmu took the water, and his fingertips lightly brushed against the back of her hand, sending an electric current coursing through her body.
He unscrewed the bottle cap and tilted his head back to drink. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each swallow.
Meng Ruozhao stared at him involuntarily, and even felt her face grow hot.
Then, realizing that her behavior was over the line, she quickly averted her gaze again.
"I'll sort out the clothes. You take a rest."
With that, she quickly fished out the underwear from the pillow, balled it up in her palm, and headed towards the bedroom.
Who would've thought that as she passed by Pei Jiangmu, she tripped over something.
"Watch out!"
Amid the startled cry, Meng Ruozhao stumbled forward.
As if he had anticipated it, Pei Jiangmu precisely opened his arms, and she crashed right into his embrace.
The two of them tumbled onto the sofa behind them.
The cheongsam in Pei Jiangmu's hand dropped onto the carpet, and the underwear in Meng Ruozhao's hand landed right on his face.
She could swear to the heavens that she didn't do it on purpose.
When she fell, in her panic, she had tried to grab onto something to steady herself.
That was why the hand clutching the black lace underwear had instinctively let go due to the shock!
Time seemed to stretch infinitely at that moment.
The thin, almost transparent black fabric, still carrying the residual warmth of Meng Ruozhao's fingertips and a faint, alluring fragrance.
As if toyed with by the hand of fate, it traced an extremely ambiguous arc in mid - air.
It landed precisely, gently... covering Pei Jiangmu's strikingly handsome face.
The delicate lace mesh instantly conformed to his high nose bridge and slightly parted thin lips.
Part of it even covered his eyes, which should have been filled with "panic" at that moment.
The world fell into a deathly silence.
Meng Ruozhao's mind went blank. It felt as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head, and her ears were buzzing.
She could even clearly see that under the gossamer - thin black fabric, Pei Jiangmu's eyelashes fluttered violently, like a startled butterfly's wings.
His warm breath filtered through the thin lace, gently caressing her stiff fingers resting on his chest.
The air seemed to freeze, leaving only the chaotic and searing sound of their intertwined breaths.
"Um..."
An extremely muffled grunt, blocked by the fabric, escaped from Pei Jiangmu's lips.
This sound was even more ambiguous than any before.
It was as if he was gagged, carrying a suppressed pain and a hint of indescribable sensuality, or perhaps... a kind of indescribable pleasure.
Meng Ruozhao felt that grunt drill straight into her eardrums, like a feather tickling the tip of her heart, making half of her body go numb.
"What... what are you moaning for!"
Flushing with embarrassment, she looked up and tried with all her might to get up from him. Her voice was trembling uncontrollably.
At the same time, her hand reached out blindly for the "evidence" on his face.
Her trembling fingertips inevitably touched his burning cheek, and accidentally grazed his slightly cool lips.
Just as her fingertips were about to touch the black lace, Pei Jiangmu finally moved.
He seemed to have just snapped out of the great shock and "shame". He suddenly raised his hand.
But instead of grabbing the underwear off his face, he frantically, as if eager to distance himself, grabbed Meng Ruozhao's outstretched wrist.
His palm was scalding hot, and his grip was surprisingly strong, leaving no room for struggle.
Through the thin lace, Meng Ruozhao could feel his scorching gaze penetrate the fabric and lock onto her.
"Sister..."
His voice came from under the fabric, muffled, with a man's unique clarity.
But it was also strangely mixed with a suppressed hoarseness and a barely perceptible, eerie tremor of excitement.
"Don't... don't touch. I'll do it myself..."
As if mortified beyond measure, he tightened his grip on her wrist slightly and pushed her away a bit to make some space.
Then, under Meng Ruozhao's almost suffocating gaze.
Pei Jiangmu used his other hand to very slowly, with a torturous hesitation, pinch the edge of the thin lace covering his face.
His long fingers grasped the thin, alluringly curved shoulder strap.
Bit by bit, he peeled the black fabric off his face.
The moment the fabric left, his breathtakingly handsome face was revealed.
The corners of his eyes were tinged with a physiological blush. His clear eyes were brimming with water, filled with the panic of "being at a loss" and the embarrassment of "shame to the point of death".
His long eyelashes were wet and trembling, like a startled and innocent fawn.
However, deep in those wet, clear eyes.
In the corner that Meng Ruozhao couldn't see clearly due to extreme shame.
A hint of sickly satisfaction and twisted pleasure flashed by like a whirlpool in the deep sea.
Her breath, her scent, her intimate item, and she was right in his arms...
This feeling made his soul tremble with excitement.
He held the tiny, almost weightless black lace underwear.
It was as if he was holding a red - hot branding iron, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.
He didn't dare to look at Meng Ruozhao anymore. He quickly lowered his eyelids, and his thick eyelashes concealed all the surging emotions. His voice was nasally and "aggrieved".
"S - Sister... your... thing..."
He carefully handed over the underwear, as if it were something fragile or extremely dangerous.
He stretched his arm out straight, but his body instinctively shrank back a bit, looking like an innocent young man still in shock after being taken advantage of.
Meng Ruozhao first looked at his stunningly handsome face and the glistening tears in his eyes.
Then she looked at the "evidence" he was holding out, which seemed to tell the whole story.
She felt a rush of heat shoot straight to the top of her head. She wished she could dig a hole right then and there and bury herself, never to show her face again.
"I wasn't moaning."
Pei Jiangmu "generously" lifted the hem of his loose white T - shirt, revealing his well - defined abs.
Just below his pectoral muscles, there was a large bruise.
"Sister... you hit a sore spot..."
His voice was soft, with a barely perceptible tremor, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"
Meng Ruozhao was instantly consumed by guilt. She forgot to struggle and hurriedly reached out to check his injury.
"How did you get hurt here? Oh my god, how many places are you injured?"
Before her fingertips could touch him, he suddenly moved!
And since she was still sitting in his lap, she leaned closer to him without any defense.
Moreover, this time, her palm landed squarely on his abs without any barrier.