Chapter Twenty-Three: A Strange Tenderness

"Junhao, Junhao. She shouted inwardly, did this name that she wanted to call but did not dare to call belong to her now? She asked in disbelief, "Is it really possible?"

"It's all said that you are called. His gentle eyes encouraged her.

"Jun Hao!" she cried timidly.

"Hmm. He gently put his arms around her and kissed her on the forehead like a dragonfly, as if there was a thousand tenderness pouring out.

She was immediately flattered, and the whole person was stunned, not knowing what to do, she just looked at him stupidly, is this the legendary Pei Shao who lost his life?

He gently put his arms around her and whispered, "What's the matter, are you stupid? I bought you a new nightdress, you go take a shower, and show me what to wear." ā€

She couldn't get used to his gentleness for a while, and was pushed into the bathroom by him in a daze, and she was at a loss to put the water in the bath.

"Wash?" he knocked on the door, handing in a light blue nightgown from the outside.

She opened the crack in the door and brought it in, for fear that he would squeeze in, so she hurried to the door, but he didn't mean to come in, and whispered, "You wash quickly, I'll wait for you." ā€

She came out in a nightgown, he smiled and looked at her delicate figure, hugged her and stroked her nightgown softly and said, "You wear this nightgown, it is even more charming, and in the future, you will wear it to me every night." ā€

"Hmm. She nodded, seeing that his eyes were as gentle as water, and a warmth welled up in her heart.

"Mr. Pei. She whispered, it was all too warm for her to believe.

"It's called Junhao, remember, Junhao. He stroked her soft lips with his long fingers.

"Jun Hao, am I dreaming?" is too hard to believe, Pei Shao, who can only mock him, treats her so gently.

"It's not a dream. He said, "If you don't believe it, I'll pinch you, you see if it hurts." ā€

He gently pinched her face, but her delicate face was pink, how cute Menti was, how hard he pinched, it was better to caress it.

"It doesn't hurt. She said disappointedly, "Is it really a dream?" and after thinking about it, she said, "Why don't I try it?" In order to let herself know that it was a dream or a reality, she grabbed his hand and bit it down.

"Ah!" he cried out, but laughed out loud.

"Does it hurt?" she hurriedly grabbed his hand and looked at it, a deep row of tooth marks, and quickly blew it gently on the side of her mouth.

"It doesn't hurt. He hugged her into his arms and said softly, "Zhihan, let's take it as a dream, I really hope this dream won't wake up." ā€

He knew in his heart that he was punishing her with gentleness, but rather that what he indulged was also the emotion he wanted to indulge in his heart, and that this hateful woman, should he want her to pay her debts or would she come to collect his debts?

He cupped her face, sprayed a faint breath on her face, and said with infinite tenderness: "Zhihan, do you know how cute you are?"

Is this really Pei Junhao? Such gentleness, as if it can drown people, is he drunk? However, no one smells of alcohol.

Ignore it, let it go, dream or real, get drunk or wake up, enjoy the tenderness in front of him, enjoy it to the fullest!

It is said that countless women have thrown themselves into Pei Shao's arms like moths to fire, so is she also one now?

Snuggled into his arms, only to know that his gentleness had a lingering lethality compared to his cold handsomeness, if his gentleness was a cup of poisonous wine, then, she was willing to drink it all, no one could refuse, she thought.

"Jun Hao, you too, your gestures, your indifference, your domineering, your demeanor of smoking and even drinking tea, are like a powerful magnetic field, you are too charming, people can't resist!" she said sincerely.

"So, are you in love with me?" he asked softly.

She never dared to think about this, she only knew that when he kissed her, hugged her, and wanted her, she would have a strange feeling in her heart, wanting to resist but longing, there was a nameless radio wave that rushed into her body, making him domineering possession, making her tremble and afraid but longing.

Is this love?

"Answer me!" he looked at her expectantly.

"I—" She didn't know what to answer, so she coquettishly slipped her hot face into his arms.

"I know, you love me, I knew it the first time I wanted you. He muttered.

That night, her youthfulness, her trembling voice, her wheezing voice, and even her complaining eyes were deeply imprinted in his heart, and he forced himself to mock her and despise her, but in his heart he was extremely loving and pity, for which he could only pretend to be asleep, but his heart was churning like a river and a sea.

When she heard him say, "He also loves me," her heart trembled, could she say that he also loved me? No, no, he always said that she was just a lover he bought with money, that he only wanted her body, and that he would not love her.

But he said, "Zhihan, let me love you well tonight." His low voice made her tremble.

He gently pressed close to her lips, sucked gently, carefully as if cherishing a treasure, and then gently moved to her face, her neck, and finally licked her earlobes, and a strange feeling swelled up in her heart, and a torrent quickly rippled in the bottom of her heart.

"Jun Hao, I love you!" she couldn't help but blurt out.

"Me too, and I love you too, Zhihan. ā€

His watery gentleness made her powerless to resist, and she couldn't help herself.