Chapter 74:
Meng Shuyou wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, her whole body soft and powerless, unable to withstand him like this, “Mister Pei… not like this…”
Pei Yuzhou supported her hips, his voice magnetic and low and husky, with the ending tone rising, “Like what?”
Meng Shuyou bit her lip, a bit indignant, calling him directly by his full name, “Pei Yuzhou…”
The first time she clearly called his full name while sober.
He responded: “Mm.”
The bathroom door closed.
Two intimate figures were vaguely reflected on the frosted glass door.
“How did you just call me? Call me that again.”
“I was wrong, I won’t call you that…”
The sound of water covered the high and low undulating ambiguous sounds.
After taking a shower and coming out, Meng Shuyou fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed.
Pei Yuzhou tucked her in with the quilt, turned around, picked up the cigar and lighter on the table, and went to the balcony.
The bathrobe was loosely half-open, his waistline lean and powerful, his face showing a bit of lazy satisfaction.
He flicked open the metal lighter, his fingertip sliding the wheel, a flame jumped out, lighting the cigar, which he placed to his lips.
Nicotine entered his throat, the smoke slowly exhaled and scattered by the wind.
Once you’ve tasted that flavor, it becomes addictive.
The person in the room was sleeping soundly, wrapped in the bedding, her sleeping face obedient.
–
Meng Shuyou woke up at noon, her throat dry, got up to find water to drink.
There was mineral water on the bedside table.
She didn’t know if it was because her hand had no strength or the bottle cap was too tight, her palm was red from twisting but she still couldn’t open it.
The door was pushed open just then, Pei Yuzhou came in from outside, walked to the bedside, took the mineral water from her hand, easily twisted it open, and held it to her lips.
Meng Shuyou tilted her head back and drank two sips, the water moistening her throat, finally easing her over.
She drank a bit too quickly, water seeped from the corner of her mouth, trickling down her chin.
Pei Yuzhou took a tissue to wipe it for her, “Get up and eat.”
Meng Shuyou set down the mineral water, her voice still a bit hoarse, “My clothes, in the bag.”
Pei Yuzhou got up and went to get them for her.
The clothes were neatly packed in the storage bag.
Meng Shuyou took it, seeing he had no intention of leaving, said mildly, “Can you go out?”
Pei Yuzhou just sat on the edge of the bed without moving, “Where haven’t I seen?”
Meng Shuyou compromised.
Fine, no need to be pretentious, not to mention seeing, they’d already kissed all over.
She silently took out the clothes and put them on one by one.
Kiss marks were all over her fair skin, falling into Pei Yuzhou’s eyes, darkening his gaze.
Meng Shuyou put on the dress, tidied it a bit, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
She overestimated herself, her thighs weak and soft, she staggered a bit.
Pei Yuzhou supported her, simply picked her up, and walked to the washroom, “Your stamina is too poor, eat more to nourish it.”
Meng Shuyou muttered softly: “No matter how good the stamina, it can’t withstand you tossing like this.”
Pei Yuzhou could hear, “What did you say, do you have a problem with me?”
Meng Shuyou quickly shook her head, “No problem.”
How could she dare to have a problem.
She changed the topic, “Mister Pei, when can the doctor go see my older sister?”
Pei Yuzhou set her down in front of the vanity, “Contacted Dr. George, he has no openings this month, earliest is next month.”
She’d heard this name before, he was America’s most authoritative neurosurgery PhD, ordinary people couldn’t even book him.
She was really grateful, looking at the man behind her in the mirror, “Thank you, Mister Pei.”
He had really helped her a lot.
Pei Yuzhou brushed her hair behind her ear, “Hurry and wash up, come out to eat.”
“Oh.”
–
In the afternoon, Meng Shuyou followed Pei Yuzhou out to meet the cooperator, at an outdoor shooting range.
It was her first time at a place like this, full of novelty.
She’d always thought watching others play with guns online was cool, no opportunity to try it herself before, today she wanted to give it a shot too.
The field had been cleared in advance, no other guests.
Pei Yuzhou and another blue-eyed elite man were talking about the project.
The other man suggested a game, “Mr. Kerwin, give me a chance, if I win you, you give me those two percentage points of profit.”
Pei Yuzhou agreed readily, “Sure.”
The elite man picked up the pistol and loaded the magazine, “Then thank you, Mr. Kerwin.”
Pei Yuzhou’s lip hooked faintly, “Thanks too early.”
The elite man was very confident in his marksmanship, raised the pistol, chambered a round, aimed at the bullseye.
“Bang—”
A huge sound rang out.
Ten shots, basically every one in the eight or nine ring.
He was very satisfied, stepped back, made a gesture, “Mr. Kerwin, please.”
Meng Shuyou watched from behind.
Mister Pei wore a black shirt, hem tucked into his pants, broad shoulders narrow waist, figure straight and well-built.
He held the gun single-handed, cuffs rolled up, now secured with an armband, his biceps bulging, stretching the armband tight.
He pulled the trigger, ten shots in succession, every one a precise ten-ring.
Meng Shuyou exclaimed in admiration, “Mister Pei is so amazing!”
Mark said: “Sir started playing with guns at eighteen, it’s very simple for him.”
Meng Shuyou couldn’t look away, “How does he know how to do everything.”
The way he shot had an air of strategizing and looking down on everything, dangerous with hormones bursting, tension maxed out.
The elite man was surprised, “Didn’t expect Mr. Kerwin’s marksmanship to be so accurate, I accept my loss.”
Pei Yuzhou unloaded the magazine, twirled the pistol in his hand, “Your marksmanship isn’t bad either.”
The elite man leaned against the table, his gaze sweeping over the girl not far away, teased: “Your little girlfriend looks at you with full adoration.”
Pei Yuzhou’s gaze shifted, meeting that pair of clear bright eyes.
Meng Shuyou curved her lips at him.
The elite man had good judgement, “Since the contract is settled, I’ll head out first, waiting for your news.”
Pei Yuzhou nodded.
Seeing them finish talking, Meng Shuyou couldn’t wait to walk over, “Mister Pei, can you teach me to shoot?”
Pei Yuzhou glanced at her petite frame, “This recoil could dislocate your shoulder.”
“Ah?” Meng Shuyou saw him handling it easily, couldn’t imagine such strong force.
Pei Yuzhou called staff to get her a small pistol.
“Put on the headphones and goggles.” He reminded.
“Mm.” Meng Shuyou did so.
Pei Yuzhou checked the magazine and gave her the gun.
Meng Shuyou reached out to take it, feeling its heavy weight.
Pei Yuzhou gripped her wrist from behind, adjusting her grip, “Body turned 30-45°, web of the hand pressing the back of the grip, wrist joint steady.”
Meng Shuyou was enveloped by his scent, his breath spraying her ear, causing a bit of itchiness.
Pei Yuzhou guided her hand to chamber a round, aim at the target, pull the trigger.
“Bang—”
The bullet shot from the muzzle, hitting the bullseye.
Though the recoil wasn’t that strong, her shoulder still jerked back a bit.
Pei Yuzhou pressed her right shoulder to cushion the impact.
Meng Shuyou wasn’t scared at all, instead found it stimulating, her blood burning.
Nearby, a female staff member took out her mobile phone to secretly record a video, whispering to her colleague, “My God, they are so perfect together, just standing side by side they have chemistry.”
The colleague agreed, “This height difference and body type difference, too much sexual tension.”
“Even idol dramas can’t film this kind of vibe!”
“Men wearing armbands are so sexy.”
“Not anyone wearing them is sexy, depends on the face and figure.”
