YM778.TV Chapter 97 - 97 Trying to Win His Kiss
After taking some photos of him, Shen Yi went to find Pei Zhi.
He leaned against the wall. “I think he’s in an especially bad mental state. He’s probably traumatized by that group of beatboxers.”
Pei Zhi’s reaction was calm after looking at the photos.
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“Perfect.” He put the makeup remover and toiletries in the bag. “You can rip him off.”
“That’s true. Where are you going tonigh”
“Home, of course.”
“Aren’t you afraid that Lin Jiao will kick up a fuss?”
“I am.” Pei Zhi looked out. “But I’m more afraid that she will do something to challenge my self-control.”
In the hospital, he could still use the surveillance cameras as an excuse.
If he brought her home, he would probably fall prey to her.
“Lettng her kiss you won’t hurt.” Shen Yi slowly washed his hands slowly. “Why are you acting like a chaste man now?”
“I’m just being responsible for her.”
Pei Zhi turned around and left the washroom.
He walked to Lin Jiao’s side, picked up the shoelace on the ground, and helped her tie it. “Shen Yi, we’ll leave first.”
Shen Yi replied, “Be careful on the way.”
He watched the two figures walk away and head to the other direction to complete his mission.
The sound of the ambulance gradually disappeared when the Mercedes-Benz drove out of the parking lot.
Lin Jiao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, opened the window to enjoy the breeze that carried the fragrance of flowers.
When she turned around, her eyes were still shining brightly.
“Uncle?”
“Yes?”
“I want to go home with you.”
When he met her gaze, Pei Zhi’s heart skipped a beat. “Not tonight.”
“Why?”
“I plan to go back to the old mansion.” He had already thought of an excuse, but he still felt bad about lying to her.
Lin Jiao lowered her eyes in disappointment.
She rubbed her hands. After a long silence, she asked, “What about tomorrow?”
“I’ll be there tomorrow too.”
“The day after tomorrow?”
Pei Zhi did not answer.
He rubbed the top of her head. “Jiaojiao, I’ll tell you when I’ve decided, okay?”
“Then don’t make me wait too long.”
“I won’t.”
After receiving his affirmative answer, Lin Jiao, who had always believed in him, did not harp on this topic.
She turned to face him and looked at his side profile longingly. “I have to go out tomorrow and can’t see you.”
“With whom?”
“Qian Yue, and Yilan.”
Pei Zhi was searching in his memory about this unfamiliar name.
He turned the steering wheel and asked with uncertainty, “Is Qian Yue the one who studies medicine?”
“That’s right. Haven’t you seen her before?”
“I don’t think so.”
When the car stopped outside the building, Lin Jiao opened her arms and waited for him to come over to hug her. “I’ll let you two meet when we have the chance.”
“Okay.” Pei Zhi put his arm around her waist.
He looked down into her eyes and said, reluctant to let her go, “Remember to send me the location when you go out tomorrow.”
“Kiss me first.” Lin Jiao tapped her lips, trying her best to trick him into kissing her. “If I don’t kiss you, I might forget.”
Pei Zhi did not know what to do with her.
He gulped and tilted his head to cover her red lips for a good five seconds.
“Be good,” he repeated what he just said, his voice inexplicably hoarse. “You have to remember.”
“Got it.” Lin Jiao got out of the car.
She stepped into the elevator and went home before the sunset. The next night, she went to the bar street near the CBD.
Business on Bar Street was still booming.
Every weekend, there were several times more customers than usual. The bars they passed by were filled with lively laughter.
“Jiaojiao, over here!” Pei Yilan leaned against the window on the second floor and waved at her.
Lin Jiao looked up and walked up the creaking wooden stairs.
“Is Qian Yue not here yet?” She took off her beige coat and sat down beside Pei Yilan.
“In no time.”
Pei Yilan gave her a glass of Three Drunken Immortals.
She looked at Lin Jiao from the side and saw that her eyes were filled with sweet smiles. She couldn’t help but be curious. “How far have you and Uncle progressed?”
“Only kissing at the moment.”
“Kissing?!”
Lin Jiao nodded. “But strangely, I didn’t get the feeling Qian Yue described.”
“Did you do it wrong?”
“What did I do wrong?”
“Tell me how you kissed each other first.” Pei Yilan’s eyes were filled with gossip.
Lin Jiao said seriously, “Our lips touched. Isn’t that how you’re supposed to kiss?”
“No.” Only then did Pei Yilan realize that Lin Jiao had a wrong definition of kissing.
She found a hot french kiss dynamic photo from an American drama on the Internet and explained to her with extreme patience, “This is called kissing.”
Lin Jiao seemed to have learned it.
She looked at the photo three times and asked, “What should I do if he doesn’t want to?”
“You have to ask Qian Yue about this.”
“What do you want to ask me?” A charming voice was heard.
Qian Yue placed a red Dior on the table and sat down opposite her.
She got the looks from her mother. At first glance, it was easy to mistake her for a European.
Pei Yilan handed the phone to her. “Jiaojiao wants to ask you what if the person she wants to kiss doesn’t open his mouth like this.”
If it were anyone else, they would probably be embarrassed to hear such a blunt question the first thing upon their arrival.
However, Qian Yue was very calm the entire time.
She quietly sized up Lin Jiao. Seeing that her current state was completely different from when she was with Gu Quan, Qian Yue was very sure that her feelings for Pei Zhi were not simply due to a confused memory.
“Jiaojiao, what is his sign?” She started to put on airs of a love mentor.
“Scorpio.”
“Then you just have to seduce him.”
“How?” Lin Jiao leaned forward, her eyes filled with desire for ‘knowledge’.
“Wear sexy pajamas and sit on his lap. He definitely won’t be able to resist.”
“What if he can resist?”
“Very unlikely.” Qian Yue paused for a few seconds. “If he really can, kiss him from the back of his neck to the corner of his mouth.”
In the following few minutes, Lin Jiao and Pei Yilan learned a lot of useful ‘knowledge’.
After taking note of it, she said, “What if he doesn’t want to live with me?”
“It’s very simple.” Pei Yilan thought of a solution without thinking.
She swirled her wine glass. “I have a spare key to his house. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow.”
“Is that a good idea?”
“Definitely not.” Qian Yue spoke before Pei Yilan could. “This won’t solve the problem.”