The light outlined the contours of Pei Jiangmu's back muscles. His fair, cold-toned skin was smooth and firm, exuding a youthful glow.
Nervously, she scanned every inch of his back, searching for any possible wounds.
Actually, she only needed a quick glance to tell that there were no injuries.
But she couldn't tear her eyes away, nor could she control the rising heat on her face.
Especially when her gaze swept across the area just below his left shoulder blade, close to the spine, it suddenly stopped.
There, there was a tiny mole.
Its color was a mellow, deep brown.
It was like a drop of ink accidentally spilled on a perfect canvas.
Or like a sleeping star, dotted among the firm skin textures.
It lay there quietly, exuding an indescribable, hidden sensuality.
Meng Ruozhao unconsciously held her breath.
The location of that mole... carried an indescribable allure.
It made one can't help but want... to touch it with a fingertip and feel the slightly raised texture.
No, it seemed that she had felt that texture before.
As her gaze passed by, even her fingertips were burning.
Although Pei Jiangmu didn't turn around, he seemed to be able to sense where her gaze had landed.
He slightly moved his shoulder, and the muscle rippled.
The small deep-brown mole also seemed to jump gently, full of a silent invitation.
"Sister... Do you see any wounds?"
His deep, hoarse voice came, carrying a faint, suppressed anticipation.
Meng Ruozhao was like being awakened by this voice and suddenly snapped out of that enchanted state.
Realizing that she had just been staring blankly at a man's back and a mole, she was so ashamed and angry that she could have died!
"No... No! There's nothing at all!"
She almost screamed out the answer.
Then she suddenly turned around, grabbed the first-aid kit on the table, and stuffed it back into the cabinet haphazardly. Her movements were as flurried as if there was a ghost chasing her from behind.
"You... You should put your clothes on quickly!"
Her voice carried an obvious sob and annoyance.
"I... I'm going to rest. You should also go to bed early."
She didn't dare to look at Pei Jiangmu again. Like a frightened rabbit, she rushed into the bedroom.
With a "bang", she closed the door and leaned against it, gasping for breath. Her cheeks were so hot that they could fry an egg.
Outside the door, Pei Jiangmu slowly picked up his T-shirt but didn't put it on immediately.
He lowered his head and looked at the rippling lines on his abdomen.
Then he tilted his head, as if trying to see the small mole under his shoulder blade that someone had "paid special attention" to.
A confident, almost eerie smile slowly curved up on his lips.
As long as his Zhaozhao could still be seduced by his body, that was enough.
His slender fingers gently brushed over the wound on his palm that Meng Ruozhao had just bandaged, which still carried the warmth of her fingertips. His eyes were dark and deep.
My Zhaozhao, you can't escape.
You've seen it and remembered it.
Every inch of me... will belong to you and only you.
...
While Meng Ruozhao was still leaning against the wall to calm her breathing, there was a knock on the door.
"Wh... What's up?"
She panicked instantly.
"Sister, you forgot to take your brown sugar water. Don't forget to drink it. I'm going to take a shower first."
Pei Jiangmu's voice was as normal as usual, and he didn't stay any longer. He quickly returned to his own room.
It seemed that what had just happened was very ordinary.
Meng Ruozhao was a bit confused.
She did have a younger brother, but Du Changlin was not close to her at all.
So she couldn't judge whether Pei Jiangmu's behavior just now was because he regarded her as a sister and thus was not reserved.
She kept thinking wildly. Only when there was no sound outside did she go out and drink the brown sugar water.
But the heat on her face didn't subside even after she took a shower and lay in bed.
Fortunately, maybe because of moving house and going to the supermarket, she didn't even have the problem of not being able to sleep in a new bed. She quickly fell asleep.
The night was as thick as ink.
After confirming that the steady and long breathing sound of Meng Ruozhao came from the bedroom, Pei Jiangmu quietly pushed open the door.
He was no longer wearing the clean but cheap white T-shirt from the day. Instead, he was dressed in all black.
The style was simple, without any eye-catching logos, but it was obvious at a glance that it was very expensive.
And this black outfit instantly devoured all the sunny and clear aura he had deliberately created during the day.
All that was left was a kind of gloomy and cold aura that was deeply rooted in his bones, making one's heart skip a beat.
The moonlight shone through the gaps in the curtains sparingly, casting a few silver glows on his cold and hard side face.
Those eyes that were always full of innocence and wet dependence during the day.
Now only showed a bottomless darkness and an almost inhuman concentration.
He was like a silent shadow, quietly sliding to Meng Ruozhao's bedside.
Meng Ruozhao on the bed was nestled in the soft silk quilt, only showing half of her serene sleeping face.
The warm-yellow bedside lamp gently outlined her soft contours. Her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, and her red lips were slightly pouted, completely defenseless.
Pei Jiangmu's gaze greedily lingered on her face.
Those surging desires and restlessness that had been forcibly suppressed during the day.
Now, like wild beasts breaking free from their cages, they were wildly surging in his eyes.
He leaned down, his movements incredibly light, as if afraid of disturbing the most fragile dream.
His slightly cool, thin lips carefully, with a kind of almost pious respect, gently landed on her smooth forehead.
That soft touch, mixed with the faint fragrance of the shower gel on her body.
It was like a powerful sedative, instantly soothing the violence and itchiness he had felt during the day when he saw her but couldn't kiss her.
He let out a satisfied sigh, and his breath brushed over her forehead hair.
But this brief tenderness was far from enough.
He needed more.
Pei Jiangmu stretched out his hand. His movements seemed gentle, but they carried an irresistible force. He carefully lifted the silk quilt that wrapped her.
The slightly cool air-conditioning temperature made Meng Ruozhao in her sleep unconsciously shrink a bit.
He didn't pause at all. He bent down and slipped his arms under her neck and knees.
He easily fished her out of the soft quilt and held her firmly in his arms horizontally.
Meng Ruozhao in her deep sleep was extremely docile. Unconsciously, she leaned her head on his solid chest.
Her warm breath penetrated through the thin black sweater fabric, ironing his heart.
Pei Jiangmu held her like he was holding a long-lost precious treasure. With steady steps, he walked out of the bedroom, across the silent living room, opened the apartment door, and walked into the elevator.
Downstairs, the night wind was slightly cool.
A black Bentley Mulsanne was like a lurking giant beast, quietly parked by the roadside.
There were two people standing in front of the car. One was the bodyguard A Cheng with a cold face, wearing a black suit.
The other was Qi Yu with a worried face.
The two of them had obviously been waiting for a long time.
When they saw Pei Jiangmu coming out with the person in his arms, Qi Yu immediately stepped forward. His eyes swept over Pei Jiangmu's hand and he said in a low voice,
"Boss, your injury... Let A Cheng do it."
As he said, he motioned for the bodyguard beside him to step forward.
However, Pei Jiangmu didn't even lift his eyelids.
He just slightly shifted his body and fixed A Cheng, who was trying to get closer, with a cold, chilling look.
There was no trace of the day's innocence and harmlessness in that look. There was only a naked warning and a sense of oppression that controlled everything, as if saying:
Touch her once, and you'll die.