Ch.181 Sleeping Together (2)

“Since you don’t, then let’s rehearse it.” Ye Peicheng touched Qiao Moyu’s lips and in a low voice, he said, “I don’t have any experience, so I want to practice it in advance. Otherwise, when I actually have to act it out, I wouldn’t be able to do a good job.”

Even the ghost won’t believe that he can’t act it well!

Qiao Moyu cursed at him in silence; she couldn’t help but ask, “You truly don’t have any experience?”

When Ye Peicheng heard that the muscles in his body became taut, “Do you want me to have experience?” As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and put it on his chest.

His chest felt smooth and strong, because of her nervousness, Qiao Moyu’s thoughts began to drift, “You seem to be pretty muscular!”

“Do you like it?” Ye Peicheng meaningful asked.

“You, you, you——” Qiao Moyu looked at Ye Peicheng in shock, she didn’t know that he was that type of person!

“Little Moyu, you haven’t answered my question yet.” As he said that, he wrapped his arms around the sides of Qiao Moyu’s body. He looked at her and said, “Do you like that I’m wearing thin clothes so that you can feel my muscles?”

Qiao Moyu regret coming to the little stream to wash her feet and going to the thatched cottage with him!

Her back was pressed against the mat, her throat tightened as she replied, “Yeah.”

“Then let’s continue acting,” Ye Peicheng said as he leaned towards her once again.

Because her back was already pressed against the mat, she had no room to escape from him. She could only look on helplessly as he got closer and closer to her…

Her body trembled as he approached, and then there was suddenly buzzing sound in her head as light filled the entire shabby room.

Ye Peicheng was startled by the sudden light and stopped moving.

A myriad of light burst from Qiao Moyu’s bracelet, flooding the room with brilliant lights.

Qiao Moyu’s eyes were full of grievances; tears filled her eyes as she complained, “I’m only 18 years old!”

Ye Peicheng only thought that Qiao Moyu was making up random excuses to get out of this situation, so he could only helplessly reply, “An is an adult already.”

She didn’t reply; she only continued to look at him with eyes of full grievances.

Her small face originally looked elegant and attractive, but because her face was full of grievances, it gave people the feeling like raindrops on a pear blossom. He felt the depths of his heart aching for her.

(TL Note: Raindrops on a pear blossom (idiom) → tear-stained face of a beauty (fig.)

In fact, he didn’t really plan to do anything to her. After all, they’re out in the wilds, but because she was just too sweet, it weakened his self-control.

Ye Peicheng sat up and straightened out Qiao Moyu’s clothes. He coaxed her, “Little Moyu, then we’ll stop rehearsing.”

As he said that, he kissed her again and laid down. He held her in his embrace once again and said, “Go to sleep, I won’t touch you.”

Inside the thatched cottage, the brilliant light slowly died down and the bracelet returned to Qiao Moyu’s body.

Ye Peicheng caressed Qiao Moyu’s wrist with his hand. His voice was still emotionally hoarse as he said, “Little Moyu, what kind of bracelet is this?”

“I don’t know. It was given to me by my foster parents and later, I lost it in the fire. But it turned out that I didn’t actually lose it, it was inside my body the entire time.” Qiao Moyu rested her head on Ye Peicheng’s shoulder. She discovered that whenever she was emotionally stirred up, the bracelet would appear. When she calmed herself down, the bracelet would automatically disappear.

She felt that Ye Peicheng was still caressing her hand, so she asked sullenly, “Do you think that I’m a monster?”

“Yes,” Ye Peicheng replied immediately.

Qiao Moyu immediately propped herself up as her gaze locked onto Ye Peicheng’s eyes.

“You’re a kitten spirit.” Ye Peicheng once again pulled Qiao Moyu into his embrace. He stroked her smooth hair, his tone was somewhat helpless, “You know how to fish, and you know how to use your claws to scratch my heart.”

She suddenly understood what he meant. Ye Peicheng had knocked over the jar of honey in her heart. Qiao Moyu secretly smiled as she felt the sweetness spread throughout her heart.

“Okay, be obedient and go to sleep.” As he said that, he wrapped her entire body tightly into his embrace.

“Oh,” Qiao Moyu responded. She suddenly thought of something, so she asked, “Would they say anything if we don’t return?”

“Don’t mind them.” Ye Peicheng said faintly, “If anyone dares to say anything, they’ll pay the price.”