Chapter 158: I Am Very Jealous (1)
Xing Yichen did not respond to Ye Peicheng. His eyes fell on Qiao Moyu’s wrist, wondering: “Moyu, just now you were wearing a bracelet on your wrist. It was very pretty. How come it’s gone now…”
Xing Yicheng thought that it was very bizarre. Nothing should appear and then disappear without reason. Was it just a hallucination?
He turned his gaze to Ye Peicheng. He discovered that there were no changes in the other person’s eyes so he concluded that he was the only person who saw it just now. It must be that he was mistaken…
He arranged his thoughts, his brain slightly muddled. After a while, Xing Yichen finally reacted, looking at the Qiao Moyu being kept within Ye Peicheng’s arms and asking: “Are you really a couple with him?”
“Yeah.” Qiao Moyu didn’t know if it was because the original owner of the body has finally left, but her body was much more relaxed now, though she felt in much lower spirits. Her voice was still hoarse: “We were already together, and that fact will not change.”
She thought that Xing Yichen would try and do something, but he only asked gently: “Moyu, am I too late?”
“Yeah, late to the point of no return.” Qiao Moyu lightly sighed.
If he had turned around many years ago, if he had not paired up with Qiao Ruohuan to hurt her, perhaps, everything would’ve been different.
Then, she would not have transmigrated; also, the original owner of the body would not have gotten pregnant with another man’s child. Maybe, it would have become a childhood lovers story.
It’s a pity that time has already passed by. Time cannot flow backwards. That person has already passed away. Even her soul no longer remains…
Xing Yichen’s throat bobbed and his eyes turned a bit red. He looked at Ye Peicheng for a bit, and then said in a hoarse voice: “Be good to her, or else–“
“Naturally, I will not hurt my girlfriend. There is no need for you to worry about it.” Ye Peicheng’s tone was low and serious.
Xing Yichen looked deeply at Qiao Moyu one more time, before turning around and leaving.
The sound of a car starting was heard. Soon, there was only Qiao Moyu and Ye Peicheng remained in the parking lot.
She was finally relieved from all those emotions. Qiao Moyu felt like she was in a dream just now.
She straightened up, raised her head and looked at the man in front of her: “Let’s go upstairs!”
Ye Peicheng nodded. His dark eyes made people unable to read the emotions within them.
The two people walked to the elevator together, and the atmosphere was inexplicably silent.
Qiao Moyu thought for a bit, and then reached out to gently pull on Ye Peicheng’s sleeve: “You are angry?”
Currently, she is somewhat able to detect his emotions. Specifically, when he is angry, his jaw would be clenched tight, his lips pressed together, and his eyes dim and gloomy.
Ye Peicheng didn’t say anything. He reached and held Qiao Moyu’s hand, entwining their ten fingers together.
His palm was wide, dry, and warm. Her’s was slender and soft, as if there were no bones.
Qiao moyu looked down at their tightly clasped hands and suddenly felt that having a boyfriend was pretty good.
At least, just now, when she was feeling down due to the departure of the original owner of the body, he was there to give her a warm hug.
Her lips curved up, and she followed Ye Peicheng into the elevator.
The entire way, no one spoke. That is, until they exited the elevator.
Just as Qiao Moyu was about to unlock her door, she suddenly felt a pull from Ye Peicheng, leading her toward another direction.
She was puzzled: “My house is over there–“
He was very strong, and it seemed like to didn’t take too much effort to bring her to the corner where he first stole a kiss from her.
“Ye–” Qiao Moyu was unable to complete her sentence. Her lips were blocked by Ye Peicheng’s.
Her eyes widened. She saw his neat eyebrows and long eyelashes right in front of her. Her brain swam, muddled, even thinking things like if his eyelashes were less than two centimeters, why did they look so long?
However, she did not have the time to mull over that question. Her eyes were covered by a large hand, blocking out all of the light.
He was like a beast from the darkness, giving in to his selfish desires and trying to engulf her completely. Qiao Moyu’s usual strength was nowhere to be seen. She was entirely subdued by him.
He confined her, his strength enormous, pressing down on the air in her chest, as if forcing her to take the initiative to compete with him.
She had nowhere to retreat to, so her battle spirit arose within her. She started to battle with him.