Chapter 59: Only a Pervert Would Count This

The man’s thick, dark lashes lifted slightly, his gaze deep and unfathomable, like a bottomless pool where light could not penetrate.

His phoenix eyes flicked toward the box of pills resting quietly on the table. Then, he raised his eyelids and looked at the delicate beauty sitting sweetly on the sofa.

“You still want to take it?”

The little beauty instinctively pursed her rosy lips, her soft voice barely above a whisper as she insisted,

“Of course, I have to…”

“If I don’t take it, what if I get pregnant…?”

Her voice was so soft and delicate, the trailing note slightly quivering, carrying a subtle allure that made it impossible not to let one’s imagination wander.

The man holding the teacup darkened his gaze.

In his dreams, he had imagined more than once his pure, untouchable little fairy with a swollen belly, her eyes brimming with tears as she nestled into his embrace.

She was so slender, her temperament so delicate.

Even when she was angry, her complaints were nothing more than a soft pout.

Her fair, dainty fingers stroking the slight curve of her stomach, unable to fit into her beautiful little dresses anymore, forced to wear his oversized shirt, looking at him with misty, tear-filled eyes.

Completely covered in his scent…

Pei Heng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he strode over with his impossibly long legs and stopped in front of Jiang Yaoyao.

His well-defined fingers gently brushed against her soft, tender cheek. His deep voice, carrying a warmth that lingered in her ears, whispered,

“Taking this kind of thing isn’t good for your body.”

The delicate beauty pursed her red lips and looked up at him, her soft voice carrying a hint of blame, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

“It’s all your fault.”

“If… if last night you had…” she trailed off, her voice growing smaller. “Then I wouldn’t need to take it.”

“It’s my fault.”

The stunningly handsome man admitted his mistake without hesitation. His fingertips lightly grazed her cheek, his usually cold voice softened with tenderness, making it intoxicating.

“But, baby, it’s not that easy.”

“Getting pregnant in just one time… don’t you think the chances are a little too high?”

The little beauty’s long lashes trembled, as if his words had burned her. Her thick, dark lashes quivered, like butterflies struggling in a storm, fragile and pitiful.

She was born delicate, and her voice was just as soft.

“It wasn’t just one time…”

Her cheeks flushed once again.

Even though Pei Heng was right in front of her, she didn’t dare look him in the eyes.

Memories of last night surged back like waves.

She wasn’t sure if it was because she had been drunk or because the man seemed to have an insatiable appetite, but eventually, her memories fragmented into pieces.

Again and again, she had dragged her aching body forward—

Only to be pulled back by the ankles each time.

She didn’t even know how many times it had happened.

By the latter half of the night, she had completely blacked out…

Jiang Yaoyao’s small face turned crimson with embarrassment as she silently cursed in her heart.

She had been drunk, sure, but that didn’t mean she had lost her mind.

And yet, here was Pei Heng, trying to deceive her with “one time.”

Did he really think she was some clueless fool?

Then, in the sweetest, softest voice, her lips parted to say the boldest words,

“It was obviously a lot of times.”

“Pei Heng, you liar!”

A soft chuckle echoed in the air.

The man’s thin lips curved into a smile, his eyes slightly narrowing.

That laughter softened his sharp, distant features, mixing in more and more tenderness. The usual domineering chill in his expression faded, replaced with an air of languid nobility.

“Yaoyao counted?”

“I did not!” The little beauty’s flushed cheeks deepened in color as she instinctively refuted.

She muttered in a soft, almost inaudible voice,

“Who would count something like that… Seriously…”

“Only a pervert would count something like that…”

Her voice was so low that it was nearly impossible to hear.

But they were too close—

Breaths mingled, mere inches apart.

Of course, Pei Heng heard his little fairy’s whispered grumbling. His phoenix eyes curved mischievously, deliberately teasing her.

“I counted.”

“Do you want to know, Yaoyao?”

Her long, curled lashes trembled like a tiny insect trying to escape, her voice delicate and sweet.

“No.”

Her voice was so quiet that Pei Heng pretended not to hear. His deep, cool voice, tinged with amusement, spoke again.

“Last night, I held Yaoyao in bed—”

A soft little hand smacked over his mouth with a sharp pa, cutting off his words.

The little beauty’s dewy eyes widened in panic, her ears turning as red as ripe cherries, terrified that Pei Heng would spew something even more shameless in the next second.

The man beneath her palm smiled, his eyes filled with laughter.

As if that wasn’t enough, Jiang Yaoyao swiftly placed her other hand over the first, reinforcing her attempt to silence him.

Her soft voice carried a mix of embarrassment and frustration, whispering,

“Stop talking.”

Her trembling voice sounded so pitiful. Her beautiful little face, flushed pink and white, stared at him in a mix of shame and helplessness.

“Pei Heng, if you keep talking, I’ll really get mad…”

Even when angry, she was beautiful.

Pei Heng added that thought silently to himself.

The curve of his phoenix eyes deepened, and he nodded lightly—his movements slow and obedient, as if he were a husband being gently scolded by his wife. Even his words seemed utterly lacking in principle.

“I won’t say anything.”

“I’ll listen to everything Yaoyao says.”

His warm breath brushed against her delicate palm, like butterfly wings fluttering across her skin.

Jiang Yaoyao’s soft fingers twitched slightly, as if burned, before quickly pulling away.

Her voice, still stumbling over itself, repeated her request,

“I need to take my medicine now.”

The man, who had been watching her with a teasing smile, darkened his gaze for a fleeting moment before returning to his usual calm. He reached for the box of pills and opened it for her.

His long, strong fingers twisted the bottle cap effortlessly, even the simplest of movements appearing elegant and mesmerizing.

There was no denying it—Pei Heng looked like a masterpiece, as if sculpted with the utmost precision by the hands of God.

His fingers were long and slender, yet brimming with power. When he exerted even the slightest force, the veins on the back of his pale hands stood out sharply, a mix of blue and white intertwining in a way that carried an unspoken allure.

He was merely wearing a buttoned-up dress shirt, his cuffs neatly fastened at the wrists.

But somehow, just the act of unscrewing a bottle cap was enough to make her heart race.

Scattered fragments of last night’s memories surfaced in her mind—

Those very hands had gripped her tightly, those long, strong fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs…