Chapter 67

Song Mingzhen sat up, squinting at Qiao Chuchu: "Did I… dream? I saw Miss Qiao."

His girlfriend leaned down to pull him up: "Miss Qiao came to help you out. She's taking your place to sing the love song. Hurry up and leave!"

Song Mingzhen's eyebrows furrowed into a knot: "She's such a sis-con. Can she even sing well? If she sings badly, Pei Youchuan will get angry!"

Meanwhile, Pei Youchuan, completely unaware, sat on a barstool with his eyes closed, singing passionately: "My heart has been waiting for you for so many years, love that doesn't overflow but almost drowns me! It's an inexplicable, contradictory deadlock~"

He pointed at Song Mingzhen: "Sing for me!!!"

A melodious female voice rang out: "If I didn't notice, it would be a deception~"

Pei Youchuan froze, shocked looking towards the source.

In the dim light, Qiao Chuchu wore simple home clothes, with a soft, loose yellow cardigan casually draped over her shoulders. Her hair was pinned up with a pencil, and a few strands of hair fell lazily on her cheeks.

She sang slowly: "I'm sorry, for blurring the lines between trust and love."

Both Song Mingzhen and his girlfriend were stunned.

Holy crap…

She can really sing!

And it's freaking amazing!

Pei Youchuan put down the microphone, stunned as he listened to her sing.

Qiao Chuchu stepped closer to him, bathed in light: "Why is the most enchanting the most dangerous, why does love make people incomplete."

Pei Youchuan tilted his head, a bit puzzled.

It was strange. Qiao Chuchu was the one approaching him.

But he felt like he was being drawn into her singing.

Qiao Chuchu stood in front of him, "You are really special in my eyes, but unfortunately, you're not in my dreams. Love is an inexplicable, contradictory deadlock."

Pei Youchuan picked up the microphone, joining her in the final chorus.

"Love is an inexplicable, contradictory, deadlock."

He squinted, reaching out to touch her face: "I think I… saw Qiao Chuchu…"

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She had run over.

Worried that her older brother would cause trouble.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She was about to speak when Pei Youchuan's eyes glazed over, his head drooping—

He fell into her arms.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

He was full of energy just now, and the moment he saw her, he pretends to faint?

She grumbled as she lifted Pei Youchuan and carried him back to the room.

The idiot was drenched in alcohol!

Qiao Chuchu grabbed a pair of scissors, aiming at Pei Youchuan's chest, ready to cut off the alcohol-soaked parts.

She quickly made her move!

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist!

Qiao Chuchu looked up in shock, meeting Pei Youchuan's deep, cold gaze: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Chuchu: "? You weren't asleep?"

Pei Youchuan's eyes were clear and sharp: "You stabbed me with the scissors."

Qiao Chuchu fell silent.

She withdrew her hand.

His white T-shirt had a small patch of blood.

Qiao Chuchu scratched her head: "No wonder the feel was off. I thought you were wearing a push-up bra inside."

Pei Youchuan: "……"

He looked around hazily: "Are you trying to seduce me again?"

Qiao Chuchu was stunned, her aura flaring up: "I'd rather seduce your grandma's leg! What are you talking about?! I brought you back because you were drunk, do you know how heavy you are?!"

Pei Youchuan seemed dazed, realizing slowly, "So… the one singing earlier really was you, not just a hallucination from drinking too much?"

"Of course, it was me." Qiao Chuchu dropped the scissors and left: "You can take off your clothes yourself, I'm going back to my room."

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Qiao Chuchu frowned and turned back.

Pei Youchuan was sprawled on the bed, "Don't go."

He beckoned with his finger, grinning: "Come closer, I have a secret to tell you."

Qiao Chuchu was a bit intrigued.

Everyone says that people speak the truth when they're drunk. Maybe Pei Youchuan wants to share some gossip!

She happily leaned her head close to his ear: "What's the secret?"

Pei Youchuan's deep, hoarse voice whispered in her ear: "Actually, Xia Xuechun is very similar to you. We all think so, but no one told you."

Qiao Chuchu's eyes widened in shock, looking at him: "Are you blind?"

"No, I'm not blind." Pei Youchuan shook his head, "You two don't look alike, but when she gets stubborn, it's like you're standing there being unreasonable."

"But when you two are compared, Xia Xuechun doesn't stand a chance."

Pei Youchuan clutched his chest, speaking from the heart: "Because only you, when you get stubborn, are both annoying and adorable."

Qiao Chuchu was stunned, a question slipping out: "What if I died, how would you feel seeing Xia Xuechun?"

Pei Youchuan was startled, his eyes turning red.

"I don't know how I would feel."

Tears filled his eyes: "I just know I would be in pain, regretful, and want to make amends."

His tears, like falling stars, dropped heavily onto the pillow: "There's another secret. I was the one who threw away your love letters."

Qiao Chuchu: "? What love letters?"

Pei Youchuan sat up, tears in his eyes as he looked at her: "Back in school, you got a lot of love letters. I didn't like them, so I burned them all."

Qiao Chuchu's eyes widened: "You burned them?! Why did you burn them?!"

Pei Youchuan flinched, his mouth trembling as he cried like a child: "Why are you yelling at me?"

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

She had no idea her stack of love letters had been burned!

She was furious, counting off on her fingers: "That time I was chasing after you guys, right? I already had a complex love life, right? We were constantly arguing, you started disliking me, distancing yourselves, and then secretly burned my love letters? Why?!"

Pei Youchuan didn't speak.

First, he wiped his tears, then calmly took off his clothes, revealing his toned abs to Qiao Chuchu.

… What a drunk, helpless, sexy black-haired hunk.

But Qiao Chuchu had no time to admire: "Did the others agree to this too?"

"Yes." Pei Youchuan threw his clothes on the floor, his tone growing sour: "I wasn't the only one who burned the letters. After I graduated, Pei Fengnong took over, then Pei Ci, Pei Mu, and finally Pei Buxian."

Qiao Chuchu: "? Why?"

Pei Youchuan looked at her, his eyes already filled with dominance: "There's no reason. We just wanted to do it. What we brothers want to do, no one can stop us."

"Like this."

Pei Youchuan suddenly grabbed her hand, flipping the situation around, pinning Qiao Chuchu beneath him!

Qiao Chuchu: "!"

Pei Youchuan straddled her waist, brushing his hair back, his muscular body fully visible from this angle.

His eyes were deep, like the waves of a dark sea, carrying something she couldn't understand, threatening her fiercely: "Qiao Chuchu, I'm warning you, I won't be adding you on WeChat. Don't you dare add me, understood?"

Holding scissors ready for self-defense, Qiao Chuchu: "… Why did the topic suddenly jump from love letters to WeChat friends?"

Pei Youchuan smirked, his gaze lingering on her lips for three seconds.

Then, he reached out and pinched her cheek hard.

Qiao Chuchu yelped in pain: "Ouch!"

Pei Youchuan seemed to have some kind of perverse pleasure, rubbing her cheek red before finally grinning triumphantly, revealing a small tiger tooth: "See you tomorrow, little sis."