She had no choice but to nod her head fearfully, and when she left, she glanced at Pei Chi in confusion, as if she didn't quite understand how powerful Pei Chi could be like her cousin...
As soon as Cheng Li went out, Pei Chi raised his eyebrows and kicked over the chair in front of him, glared at Cheng Bai and said, "Answer me!"
But he was only arrogant for a while.
Because very quickly, Cheng Bai raised his eyes lightly and looked at him motionlessly. After a moment, he reached out and held Pei Chi's hand. Pei Chi raised his hand angrily and tried to throw away his hand, but he didn't have time. He pressed hard, but Cheng Bai was caught off guard and pressed hard.
Pei Chi couldn't hold it on anymore and was pulled down all of a sudden. He almost fell to his knees on the couch. He was hit by the side of his leg and was forced to half-kneeling. One hand was placed on Cheng Bai's leg. Because he pulled his arm down, the clothes on his right shoulder were torn open a little. Pei Chi raised his head angrily, but Cheng Bai's hand reached in from the side of the open clothes on his right shoulder. Pei Chi stretched out his other hand. He wanted to push him away, but the next moment, Pei Chi screamed. He was in so much pain that he had the illusion that the bones of his right arm were broken by Cheng Bai at once, because at that moment, his arm was so painful that he could not move.
But Cheng Bai's expression never changed from beginning to end. He just leaned over and looked at him quietly, put his hand into his clothes, and slid his long, cold fingers on his tight collarbone, as if toying with it. He stroked a very expensive piece of porcelain slowly, but spoke in a slow and deep tone, which inadvertently gave people a strong oppression, "Do you like a little girl?"
Pei Chi was short of breath in pain, but he still gritted his teeth and glared at him: "So what!"
However, Cheng Bai's expression remained calm. His hands wandered around his collarbone, slowly pulling his clothes apart a little more. His cold fingertips, with a little callus left by years of writing, rubbed Pei Chi. Pei Chi's skin became tense all over, and he couldn't control himself at all. His skin gradually turned red when he was touched, as if he couldn't help himself.
Cheng Bai's tone was still slow and low, as if he was not admonishing Pei Chi, but stating a very ordinary thing to him: "Pei Chi, I said when I was in Seoul, once you give him a chance, There's no way I'm going to let go."
"I... never gave you a chance!" Pei Chi's throat tightened, his breathing was messed up, and his whole mind was in chaos, as if his entire body was at the mercy of Cheng Bai, and he was on the verge of losing control.
"No?" Cheng Bai chuckled.
"No!"
"Then why did you save me?" Cheng Bai's big hand slowly moved down, as if he was torturing a bright rose. He crushed it lightly with his fingertips, but his tone was ascetic and cold, and he said calmly: "Don't you want to kill me? ?”
"Cheng Bai..." Pei Chi took a breath and couldn't stand it anymore. He stretched out his other hand to hold down Cheng Bai's hand that was put into his clothes. The corners of his eyes were stained red by the provocation, but he stared fiercely. He said: "If you do it again, I will let you drown in the river!"
"You can't." Cheng Bai stared at him, and suddenly used strength on his hand again, and his eyes became cold and sinister, and said slowly: "Pei Chi, I will let you go this time." You. But remember, if you dare to marry a wife, I will destroy you."
After Cheng Bai finished speaking, he finally let go of his hand, stood up and left coldly.
(End of chapter)