Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 703: Four Shadows of Rose (4)

The A-shaped dressing room backstage at Ning Grand Auditorium.

The warm light in front of the mirror reflected the dark green satin cheongsam that Su Yutang had just changed into.

She was holding a gilded hairpin between her fingers and was putting it in her hair when the door clicked open a crack.

"It seems that Dr. Yan is very satisfied with the patient, so he came back after such a long time."

Su Yutang turned around and leaned against the dressing table, her fingertips twirling around the ends of her hair, an ambiguous smile on her lips.

Yan Sui leaned against the door frame, his eyes gentle as water: "If Miss Su also went to watch the quarrel and drama of the couple in your school, it would surely be more effective than any psychological counseling."

"Snapped!"

The hairpin in Su Yutang's hand broke into two pieces.

She stood up suddenly, rushed to the door in two steps, grabbed Yan Sui's tie and dragged him into the dressing room.

The click of locking the door with your backhand was particularly crisp in the confined space.

"Yan Sui." She tightened her five fingers and pressed him against the wall, her nails almost digging into his carotid artery, "I said - I'm not sick."

Yan Sui's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty under the pressure, but he still remained annoyingly calm.

His distracted gaze passed over Su Yutang's shoulder, and he thought of the little boy on the stage who threw Pei Zhaoye over his shoulder.

How interesting.

Just a few words can make the Pei family heir confused.

"Ahem...my classmates are all very surprised." He laughed hoarsely, "It turns out that the unattainable Master Pei would get jealous and go crazy like an ordinary boy, and would also humbly apologize because of a few words from his girlfriend."

Su Yutang's pupils suddenly shrank.

She suddenly let go of her hand and watched Yan Sui staggering and holding onto the dressing table.

The powder box was knocked to the ground, and fine powder was raised.

She looked down at him coughing and suddenly felt bored.

"Don't use your psychological manipulation techniques on me."

Su Yutang wiped off the foundation on her fingertips and sneered, "You've driven me crazy. You can't hide what you've done...cousin."

The door slammed loudly.

Yan Sui slowly adjusted his tie and took out a mint candy from his pocket.

Amid the crisp sound of his teeth crunching the candy shell, he stared at the pinch marks on his neck in the mirror and suddenly laughed out loud.

The second phase of the experiment went even more smoothly than he expected.

only……

Yan Sui recalled how he almost made eye contact with Song Yuesheng just now.

He thought the kid was just brave.

Did not expect ah.

Without any constraints, she and Su Yutang were surprisingly similar.

Ok……

Then let's do a control experiment.

……

The floor lamp casts a warm yellow circle on the sofa.

The smell of medicinal wine filled the air.

Song Yuesheng sat on the cushion with her legs curled up, her palms facing up on Pei Zhaoye's knees.

There is no injury on the leg, just two blue spots.

Instead, she deliberately shifted her center of gravity to the left, causing the wound on the palm of her left hand to break the skin.

Pei Zhaoye half-knelt on the carpet, his fingertips gripping the cotton swab so lightly as if he were touching a fragile object, his hair hanging down to cover the red corners of his eyes.

When the medicine was applied to the wound, Song Yuesheng took a breath but did not pull his hand back.

"Does it hurt?"

He immediately leaned over and blew some air, then raised his head and met her forbearing gaze, his Adam's apple rolling.

The medicine bottle was placed on the coffee table with a slight sound.

Pei Zhaoye suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes reddened: "Song Song, please stop being angry, okay?"

His voice was choked with sobs, like a large dog who had done something wrong, and his wet eyes were full of pleading.

"Pei Zhaoye." Song Yuesheng lifted his chin with his right hand, "Do you know what you look like now?"

"what?"

The corners of his red eyes were still wet.

"Pei puppy."

Song Yuesheng rolled his thumb over his trembling eyelashes and suddenly chuckled, "I haven't seen you for four or five days. Who did you learn to look like this from?"

"No one..."

Pei Zhaoye grabbed her rebellious hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"You like looking at handsome guys, so of course I have to use my face to its fullest extent."

The strategies you searched for don’t count.

Love?

There's no harm in using a little trickiness.

suddenly.

Pei Zhaoye's heart skipped a beat and he asked happily, "Song Song, are you jealous?"

"No."

Song Yuesheng pulled his hand back and turned away.

The moonlight outside the window shines through the gauze curtains, casting tiny shadows on her profile.

Pei Zhaoye moved closer without giving up, his nose almost touching hers.

"Song Song..."

He deliberately softened his voice, and his warm breath brushed past her ears.

Song Yuesheng: "Don't give me that. Seduction doesn't work on me. I'm just very angry and don't want to forgive you."

Pei Zhaoye was laughing in his heart.

If it was really useless, she wouldn't have flirted with him just now.

But when he looked into Song Yuesheng's eyes, the calm lake water instantly sobered him up.

He lowered his head, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the inside of her wrist, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "I really didn't know he was your friend Sang Wan..."

Song Yuesheng suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Pei Zhaoye, I have already said in the auditorium that I don't like you getting angry and fighting without knowing the reason."

"If it wasn't Sang Wan today, I would do the same."

"If you take action, you will cause trouble for me and make everyone afraid of you and not dare to get involved with me too much."

"Over time, I became the isolated one."

Pei Zhaoye's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes were filled with dark currents. He held her wrist and said in a low voice: "Isn't that good? You just need to rely on me."

Song Yuesheng suddenly leaned forward, hooked his chin with her fingers, and smiled with a terrifying gentleness.

"Would you like me to buy you a chain and give you the key, and then I'll lock myself up and wait for you to come back?"

She pressed her thumb against his lips, hard enough to almost leave a mark.

Pei Zhaoye's throat tightened. He had indeed thought so.

The thought frightened him, yet he couldn't control his desire.

Hearing Song Yuesheng say this at this moment, he instinctively wanted to nod.

But reason told him that there was danger behind this smile.

Pei Zhaoye grabbed her rebellious hand and kissed her palm: "I know I was wrong..."

His voice was muffled, "I will try my best to restrain myself in the future and not affect your work."

"Pei puppy."

Song Yuesheng stroked down along his eyebrows and stopped at the small brown mole on his collarbone.

"If all mistakes could be easily forgiven..." Her nails scraped lightly across the skin, causing a shudder, "there wouldn't be so many grudges in the world."

Pei Zhaoye's breathing quickened, his eyes misty: "Song Song, you've become soft-hearted."

He said confidently, but panicked when she suddenly stood up.

"Let's talk about it later." Song Yuesheng did not deny it, and stood up and walked towards the bedroom, "Let's talk about it when I can think of a highlight that can match 'The King is a Girl'."

When Pei Zhaoye heard this, he quickly chased after him.

"No. New Year's Day is more than a month away, and it coincides with the 120th anniversary celebration. The party will definitely be postponed to January 6th."

Song Yuesheng turned around, his eyes sharp: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will knock you out and throw you out immediately."

She moved her wrists, and the joints made a crisp sound.

Pei Zhaoye finally stopped in front of her door.

"You must have practiced judo or something like that when you were a kid."

"Wrong." A muffled voice came from inside the door, "I didn't have the money to learn these when I was a kid."

Pei Zhaoye was stunned.

Song Yuesheng is so talkative and confident, and she can say a few words about everything, it's easy to overlook the fact that she has not received an elite education.

What does an ordinary person need to do to reach the elite level of the upper class of society?

Like she is doing now, even in college, staying up late to study for an ordinary little test?

How long did it take her to obtain those various awards displayed in the study?

I developed a tolerance to coffee and had to eat mints to stay awake.

On those nights when he squandered the family resources, was she curled up in the small rental house, studying those obscure textbooks under the desk lamp?

Pei Zhaoye felt a sour feeling spreading through his blood.

He slid down slowly to the ground, resting his forehead against the cold door.

The moonlight shone through the window, stretching his shadow long and casting a lonely shadow on the corridor.

It seems like he did something wrong again.