Playing Hard to Get

The man's scorching warmth seeped through her thin clothes and into her skin. Her back pressed tightly against his chest, she could even feel the steady and powerful heartbeat of the man's heart against her.

Turning her head, she suddenly looked into the man's deep and profound eyes, his breath lingering in her ears, filled with the unique scent of masculinity and a hint of tobacco.

Pei Yimo stared coldly at Qianyou, a fleeting disdain crossing his face. He sneered, "What's this, no more playing hard to get? Or do you think throwing yourself at me is more direct?"

Because Pei Yimo had his back to the venue just now, he didn't see Qianyou fall. He just subconsciously assumed that Qianyou, like those women before, was trying desperately to climb into his bed.

However, he quickly realized something was wrong.

It was because the petite and slender body in his arms suddenly trembled violently, her face becoming even paler.

Qianyou suppressed the churning in her stomach, feeling the attention of countless people at the venue drawn to their ambiguous posture.

Narrowing his black eyes, the man's voice turned dangerous, "Does my touch disgust you that much? Or is this another one of your tricks to seduce men?"

Qianyou just bit her lip tightly, feeling a surge of strength from somewhere, she suddenly pushed the man away.

Pei Yimo's brows furrowed lightly, a hint of puzzlement flickering in his narrowed black eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit unwell, I'll leave first." Qianyou said with a pale face, quickly leaving the venue under the scornful and jealous eyes of the crowd, not even paying attention to Judy's call from behind.

Pei Yimo's gaze remained fixed in the direction Qianyou left. Suddenly, Si Yan stood behind him and said softly, "You misunderstood her. I saw someone deliberately trip her just now. Mo, you're too sensitive. Not everyone has ulterior motives towards you."

He looked up, Si Yan nodded earnestly to him, and he muttered under his breath, "Shit!"

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The cold night wind was biting, Qianyou hugged herself and walked on the quiet street. She bit her lower lip tightly, her body trembling slightly, whether from the cold or fear.

Suddenly, at this moment, the piercing sound of brakes broke the silence of the night, and a silver-gray Lotus sports car suddenly stopped in front of Qianyou.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Pei Yimo's cold and stern face.

He commanded in a deep voice, "Get in the car!"

Qianyou was taken aback. The banquet shouldn't have ended yet. Why did he run out?

Seeing Qianyou motionless, the man punched the steering wheel and cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"

He got out of the car, slammed the door shut forcefully, walked up to her, and grabbed her arm. When he touched her skin, anger ignited as if ignited by someone else, reaching its peak with a bang.

"Damn you! What are you doing out on such a cold day? Do you want to freeze to death?"

Qianyou looked up at the man in front of her, a hint of confusion in her watery eyes. She didn't understand why he was angry with her again.

And when Pei Yimo finished speaking, he himself was stunned. He wasn't someone who got angry easily, let alone angry with a woman.

He didn't even know her name, but the icy touch in his hand made him angry, and this woman was petite enough to only reach his chest.

He let go of her arm and walked straight to the driver's seat.

Just before the man closed the car door, he said in a cold voice, "Get in the car, don't make me say it a second time!"