133 Washing Her Feet
“What if he’s competing with me?” Lin Jiao did not seem to hear his question.
“His alcohol tolerance is better than yours.”
“No.” She bit his earlobe and scolded him in a muffled voice, “Reorganize your words.”
The warm touch was like an electric current that ran from Pei Zhi’s spine to his limbs.
With a stiff back, he turned his head to avoid her lips as he grabbed her chin. “You’re better than him.”
“How much better?”
“Much much better. He’ll get drunk after two glasses.”
Lin Jiao was satisfied.
She rubbed his ear and watched it turn red. “Did I hurt you?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
Pei Zhi pulled her hand away.
He lifted his chin in Qian Yue’s direction to distract her attention. “Qian Yue lost.”
“Brother Yanshen will drink it for her.”
Zhou Yanshen had indeed helped her drink a lot.
He wiped the wine stain off his lips and whispered into Qian Yue’s ear, “Do you still want to play?”
His fragrant breath brushed past the tip of her nose.
When Qian Yue met his eyes, her heart skipped a beat, but she did not show it. “What about you?”
“If you want, I’ll play with you.”
“Then let’s play two more rounds?”
“Ok.”
With Zhou Yanshen helping her cheat, she rarely lost in the following rounds.
As night fell, the light emitted by the bonfire became weaker and weaker. The group of people also became sleepy due to alcohol.
“Brother Yanshen, where’s the room card?” Chu Yuzhou placed his hand on Shen Yi’s shoulder and helped him walk unsteadily.
“Upstairs.”
“Does everyone have a room?”
“Who else do you want to sleep with?” Pei Zhi carried Lin Jiao into the elevator and pressed the floor button.
“With Shen Yi.”
Shen Yi glanced at him. “Don’t even think about it.” He didn’t want to be tortured by snoring all night.
“Are you still my bro?”
“No.”
“I want to sleep with Qian Yue.” Pei Yilan leaned on her shoulder, finding it hard to even open her eyes.
Qian Yue helped her walk out.
She took the room card from the waiter and turned to look at Zhou Yanshen. “Mr. Zhou, good night.”
“Good night.” Zhou Yanshen waited for them to close the door before dragging his tired body to the other side.
The sound of doors closing could be heard one after another.
Bright moonlight shone into different rooms from all directions, wrapping figures in hazy light.
“Jiaojiao, sit down.” Pei Zhi placed the towel in the basin and sat up straight with her in his arms.
“I’m done washing up.”
“I haven’t washed your feet yet.”
“Here you go.” Lin Jiao slowly raised her feet.
With her eyes half-closed, she reached to the back of her waist with her right hand to unbutton the bras and pull it out.
Pei Zhi, who was still taking off her socks, was suddenly covered by something.
He removed the bras on his head and looked at her fair shoulders. “Pull up the collar.”
Lin Jiao did it unwillingly.
She held her collar with two fingers and slowly pulled it up under his dark gaze. “Done.”
“Good.” Pei Zhi held her ankle.
He looked at her delicate feet. His fingers brushed past her thin Achilles tendon and landed on her round ankles.
Holding her feet in his hands, he slowly put them into the warm water.
Lin Jiao curled her toes.
She tickled his skin and whispered, “It tickles.”