The little white cat is so noble and cool that he is addicted to the work of smoothing his hair, and hides in the table and doesn't want to come out.

Qi'an was a little distressed and raised her head and said to him: "Is it usually so aloof?"

Pei Xuyan was playing a game and operating the mechanical keyboard with one hand. He didn't hear clearly and tilted his head: "What did you say?"

Qi An repeated the question again.

Pei Xuyan simply took off the headphones, hung them around his neck casually, turned around the gaming chair, faced her, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's still okay."

The little white cat called coldly: "Meow."

"There is some truth in what Teacher Shang said. Cats really follow their owners." Qi'an muttered.

Pei Xuyan snorted: "She told you bad things about me?"

"No." Qi An shook his head and said seriously: "Teacher Shang praised you for being great."

"..."

Pei Xuyan himself didn't believe this.

The cat ran to the innermost part of the table. It was too deep and Qi An couldn't reach it unless she tried hard to get inside.

She took a cat teasing stick and waved it in her hand, trying to get the kitten to come out. Her chin was pressed obediently on her knees, and the hem of her white skirt just hung on the cold marble floor. She spent a long time trying to get the kitten to come out, but with no success.

The smoke in the air kept drifting into her breath, and the smell was very strong. Qi'an choked with tears. She looked at the spotlessly clean sneakers in front of her, which somehow seemed a bit condescending.

She looked up, and saw that her legs were so long that it made people whistle, and they were relaxed and open. Looking up further, the man's body was half-immersed in the cold darkness.

The rain outside the window was pattering. He held a cigarette between his fingers. He was wearing a black sweatshirt that he had just put on. He was supported by a strong and broad frame. Some folds appeared as he sat. The collar was loose and half of his collarbone was exposed. He seemed to be in control.

Sexy.

Most of the face was in shadow, illuminated by the firelight.

He was looking down at her.

The color of his eyes is deep and strange.

Just like the slowly lit cigarette in his hand, there is an unspeakable desire.

Qi'an felt a little burnt for a moment, her heart panicked, and there was a burning pain, as if unextinguished smoke was pressed against the surface of her skin.

She licked the corners of her lower lips blankly and dryly, and her voice was sweet and soft, mixed with a cough: "Pei Xuyan?"

There was thunder rumbling outside the window.

The atmosphere in the bedroom is particularly subtle.

"Never smoked?" Pei Xuyan asked when he saw her choking so hard that she couldn't shed tears. His eyelids moved, he put out the cigarette.

"No."

"Don't touch it again."

"Same for you. Smoking is very harmful to the human body. If you smoke for a long time, it will not only damage the lungs, but also lead to kidney deficiency and poor waist." Qi'an advised seriously.

She was also very pure when she spoke. She just squatted on the ground and looked at him. When she was alone in the bedroom with a man, she was defenseless, just like the pet he kept at home.

Low, revealing the delicate collarbone line.

When Pei Xuyan lowered his eyes, he could see the undulating curvature of her neckline, which was green and pretty.

But the person who was exposed didn't notice it at all.

"I have a bad waist." Pei Xuyan repeated the last three words she said with unclear meaning, leaving them on the tip of his tongue, and smiled a little coldly, "You haven't tried it."

"How can we try this?" Qi'an was confused, and her neck felt a little sore from lifting it. She just stared at his Adam's apple and spoke, emphasizing and scaring him, "This kind of thing is harmful to health, and you will get sick if you get serious!"

"Um."

Qi'an sighed, stopped talking to him, and rushed over to catch the cat.

His feet were lying there, not moving.

Accidents happen unexpectedly.
Chapter completed!