When they met again, the boss' eyes turned red, kissed her and said sweet words to her

Ye Qingrou raised her hand again and reached for the mask.

The man did not hide, and gradually revealed his handsome face.

Those deep eyes turned red, showing a rare fragile expression, and looked at her tenderly.

He gently rested his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse: "Rou Rou, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Ye Qingrou was drowsy and drunk, unable to hear anything in her trance. She instinctively snuggled into his arms: "Cold..."

Pei Muchuan immediately carried her back to the car, turned up the temperature, and took off her water-soaked doll costume.

Ye Qingrou was only wearing a white lace suspender skirt.

The lights inside the car were dim.

Her slender neck and arms, as well as a pair of straight legs beneath her skirt, radiated a soft, white glow like mutton-fat jade...

Pei Muchuan's breathing became tight and he forced himself to look away, but Ye Qingrou moved in his arms and one of the straps slipped down to his arm.

He rolled his throat hard and slowly reached out to her chest, trying to pull up the fabric that had slipped down to cover the exposed white and plump skin.

Ye Qingrou suddenly opened her eyes.

His fingertips pulled at the fabric, holding it there.

"I... didn't touch it." His voice was very hoarse.

Ye Qingrou's beautiful eyes were intoxicated. She pinched his ear, her thin petal lips curled into a smile, and said lazily and softly: "You can, it's just a dream anyway."

She is so charming, like a red rose in the midnight, stained with dew and emitting a sweet fragrance, tempting you to pick it.

This is tantamount to torture for men.

Pei Muchuan closed his eyes, took off his coat to cover her, and silently recited the heart-clearing mantra taught by the old monk in the temple.

"Pei Muchuan, we're divorced, why do you keep haunting me in my dreams?"

He suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Do you always dream about me?"

"Yeah." Ye Qingrou leaned in his arms, looking at him eagerly, her eyes reddened: "What should I do? My heart seems to be broken into pieces, and when I put it back together, it's still all your shadow..."

Pei Muchuan was shocked. He didn't feel proud at all, and even the feeling of joy was very faint. His chest was so tight that it hurt. He asked softly, "Rou Rou, do you still want me?"

"I want it." His thin eyebrows wrinkled pitifully. "But I don't dare to ask for it. I don't have the courage and I've lost confidence."

"Okay, okay. Then don't do that." Pei Muchuan smoothed her frown with the tip of his thumb. "Then what do you want me to do? You tell me, and I'll do it."

Ye Qingrou wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, and pressed her face against his chest like a spoiled child: "I want you to be here, but I don't want you to be here... Am I very contradictory?"

Pei Muchuan looked at the innocent little face on his chest and felt that he would even give her his heart. "That's not contradictory at all. I can do it. I will always be with you where you can't see me."

Ye Qingrou hummed a laugh, raised her little face to look at him, but her expression was a little aggrieved and sad: "It's better in dreams. You obey me in everything, you won't wrong me, you won't only think about your Cheng Yu..."

Pei Muchuan felt a sharp pain in his heart and let out a deep breath, "I was such a jerk in the past. I'm getting my comeuppance. I deserve it."

He pinched her flushed cheeks, and his brows relaxed again: "Your face is finally growing flesh."

He plucked the two little antennae on her head and said, "You can even act like a little bee." So cute.

"That's great. You were right to leave me. You should continue like this and live happily and freely."

"how about you?"

"I'm not important."

Ye Qingrou suddenly sat up and hugged his neck with drunken eyes, "I woke up from the dream, and you... disappeared?

"I won't disappear, I just won't let you see me."

She obviously didn't understand what he was saying. Her red face looked at him blankly, revealing a bit of naivety.

Pei Muchuan's throat rolled, and he stared at her with a dark and intense look in his eyes: "Rou Rou, can you give me a kiss?"

Ye Qingrou buried her face in his chest shyly.

Still the same as before.

Pei Muchuan chuckled softly, pinched her chin with his fingertips, forced her to tilt her head back, and kissed her gently.

He didn't want to hurt her, but he still lost his composure and pushed her down on the seat, calling her affectionately over and over again, kissing her all over...

When the surging tide of emotions was about to overwhelm his rationality, Pei Muchuan pressed down the car window, lit a cigarette, blew out a few puffs of smoke rings, and calmed everything down.

The sparks and the sharp, cold outline of his face flickered together in the dark night.

He carried Ye Qingrou on his back and strode towards the academy, instructing Butler Li: "Put the doll costume away and return it to the dormitory. Be careful not to break the wings."

***

When Ye Qingrou woke up, only fragments remained in her mind.

The memories from the moment she fell into the lake became increasingly distorted. She wasn't sure if it was really him or just a dream.

But what was even more troublesome was that she was attacked by a cold.

I took some cold medicine but it didn't help and I kept coughing.

Ina felt extremely guilty, thinking that she had taken her out but failed to take good care of her, and she hurriedly took her out for an IV drip.

While lying on the bed receiving an IV drip, Ye Qingrou still felt a pain in her head. She closed her eyes and could clearly feel the discomfort of the fever with every breath.

In a trance, a hand gently held her hand and tucked her hand back into the quilt.

She somehow managed to keep her eyelids open.

In an instant, the familiar angular face enlarged before my eyes.

Pei Muchuan, wearing a gray coat, stood beside her bed. His tall figure leaned over to look at her, his thick black brows tightly furrowed.

In the few seconds when the air was quiet, it seemed as if many crows were flying by.

The two men became wooden men, one lying down, the other bent over, neither moving.

His eyes suddenly went dark.

The man swiftly lifted the quilt over her head.

Ye Qingrou's hands were so weak that she had no strength left. When she finally pulled back the quilt, the room was empty and no one was there.

Her temples were swollen and painful, her heart was beating very fast, and her mind went blank for a moment. Ye Qingrou pulled out the infusion needle from the back of her hand and chased after him.

There was no one, that figure was nowhere to be found.

Ye Qingrou walked towards the large square where they first met in a trance.

Then, walk towards the old building.

She knew that Ina was here teaching that person to paint.

She took a deep breath, went upstairs, and knocked on the door.

"Click!"

The doorknob turned and someone opened the door.