Chapter 9 Pretending to be what_1

But in such a cramped space, intimate contact was simply inescapable.

Wen Mian's resistance was futile; she could only be forced to endure Pei Zhiyao's igniting touches everywhere.

The scorching heat in his palm slowly meandered, settling in unspeakable places.

Wen Mian abruptly stiffened, her pupils instantly losing focus.

Next to her ear, the man's breathing grew increasingly heavy, and Wen Mian felt as if her strength was being siphoned away, unwittingly letting out a soft moan.

Outside the door, Pei Qingqing's voice came to an abrupt halt, her gaze resting on the leading cubicle.

She vaguely saw the empty lower end, where a man's leather shoes swept past.

"I'll talk to you later."

Pei Qingqing hurriedly ended the call and walked toward the cubicle.

At this moment, Wen Mian also belatedly realized what was happening and widened her eyes nervously.

The sound of high heels grew closer, gradually stopping at the cubicle entrance.

The atmosphere was so silent that Wen Mian's heartbeat was almost audible.

Thump... Thump...

Pei Qingqing furrowed her brow and slowly bent down—

Wen Mian's throat tightened, and she couldn't help but grab the man's hand that was still causing mischief.

Damn it, was he really not nervous at all?!

The next second, the sharp ring of a cellphone echoed once again.

Pei Qingqing clicked her tongue in annoyance and stood up to answer the call.

"Hello? Mommy? I'll be done here soon, and I'll head back with brother later."

"Really? Everything's arranged already?! That's great!"

Overwhelmed by the tremendous joy, Pei Qingqing also forgot her original intention and turned to leave towards the door.

Before leaving, she turned her head and took a deep look at the cubicle she had just inspected, her lips curving into a cold smirk.

With the alarm lifted, Wen Mian also breathed a sigh of relief.

She forcefully pushed Pei Zhiyao away, her eyes filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Madman!"

Pei Zhiyao simply looked at her with deep, dark eyes, his lips slightly lifted at the corners.

"Trying to keep yourself pure for Zhao Moxuan? If he knew we were here seeking thrills, I wonder how wonderful his expression would be?"

Wen Mian clenched her fists, warning flashing in her eyes.

"If you dare to let this out, I'll risk my life to kill you!"

She had just managed to return to the country, and if she got sent away again because of this dirty water, there would truly be no chance of turning the case around!

But Pei Zhiyao misunderstood her intentions, the bottomless depths of his eyes simmering with rage.

She was actually willing to become enemies with him again for the sake of Zhao Moxuan!

Before he could question her further, Wen Mian had already stormed out in a fit of anger.

This party had already pushed Wen Mian's mood to its limit; she didn't want to stay any longer and walked toward the main entrance with a dark expression.

Her path was blocked by a slender figure.

It was Pei Qingqing again.

She held her head high with arrogance, looking down upon Wen Mian.

"Wen Mian, that cheap woman fooling around in the restroom just now was you, wasn't it?"

Wen Mian was startled and subconsciously gripped the hem of her dress.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Could it be that she saw...

Pei Qingqing laughed mockingly.

"Stop pretending. Yesterday you were being all flirty with my brother, and today you're having a quickie with some other man. Wen Mian, are you that depraved?"

At those words, Wen Mian actually felt relieved.

She smiled and met Pei Qingqing's gaze.

"Speaking of being depraved, I couldn't possibly compete with Miss Pei. As a child, you made me cheat on every test for you, had me take the fall for your misdeeds, and as an adult, you're stirring up trouble, degrading yourself by 'competing' with me for Zhao Moxuan. Now, you're even eager for me to witness the blissful moments of you and your perfect match. Tell me, between the two of us, who is really the depraved one?"