Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 322

Morning—

Qiao Chuchu casually rolled over in bed, wrapping her arms around a muscular figure.

The person responded by turning toward her, pulling her close.

She didn’t like being held, so she turned away again, only for her hand to land on someone else.

That someone seemed to have been facing her the whole time, as they immediately pulled her into their arms, pressing her firmly against their chest.

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Before she could break free, a strong arm from behind wrapped around her waist, smoothly yanking her into another embrace.

Qiao Chuchu: "??"

The person in front leaned in, sandwiching her between them, leaving her with barely any space.

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She blinked in confusion and opened her eyes.

Right in front of her was Pei Ci—no, wait, Pei Ci’s sleeping face.

With sharp, somewhat intimidating features, he looked unexpectedly harmless with his eyes closed, his brows relaxed, and his long lashes resting softly against his cheeks.

Qiao Chuchu turned her head to look behind her.

Pei Mu had an arm draped over her waist, his face buried in her back, sleeping soundly.

Pei Ci in front tightened his grip, pulling her against his chest!

Pei Mu behind her frowned in his sleep and instinctively tugged her back!

She was like a blanket being fought over!

Qiao Chuchu’s expression darkened with every tug. She kicked Pei Ci off the bed, then Pei Mu for good measure: "Get out!!"

The two thudded onto the floor, groggily opening their eyes: "What’s the matter, Chuchu~?"

They sat up, resting their heads on the edge of the bed, voices soft and whiny: "We were working late last night. We’re exhausted."

Qiao Chuchu scowled: "If you’re so tired, why did you barge into my room, you creeps?!"

Truthfully, she was used to this.

Ever since she turned eighteen, her room had become a revolving door for these weirdos.

Aside from Weisheng Wenzhan, Lou Tingsi, Lin Shen, and Shen Zhuoyan—who had never pulled this stunt—everyone else had taken turns being her "morning surprise."

Of course, the one who started it all was Weisheng Huailing.

She had protested repeatedly, even calling a family meeting to publicly reprimand him. But instead of improving, the situation escalated—now, every morning, there was a new "sleeping companion" waiting for her.

Back when she was studying abroad, this only happened during holidays. But now that she’d graduated and was living at home full-time, nothing had changed!

She glared at the two: "I locked my door! Did you steal my key again?!"

Pei Mu and Pei Ci smirked, eyes still closed: "We learned how to pick locks. No lock can stop us now."

Qiao Chuchu: "...And you’re proud of that?"

They lifted their chins proudly: "Of course! Not everyone can master lock-picking."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

Speechless, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up. freewёbnoνel.com

Before long, Pei Mu and Pei Ci shuffled in after her, picking their electric toothbrushes from the wall-mounted lineup.

Qiao Chuchu: "..."

Yep. They even kept spare toothbrushes in her room.

Her wall looked like a toothbrush display!

The two stood on either side of her, still half-asleep, squeezing toothpaste onto their brushes.

Qiao Chuchu stood between them, waiting her turn with an empty toothbrush.

Pei Ci finished squeezing toothpaste for her, then passed the tube to Pei Mu.

All three struck the same pose—hands on hips, brushes raised—brushing their teeth in sync.

After washing her face, before she could reach for a towel, Pei Mu was already gently pressing one against her skin.

"Living with us is great, isn’t it?" he said smugly, dabbing her face dry. "You don’t even have to lift a finger. We take care of everything for you."

Qiao Chuchu shot him a sidelong glare.

He grinned shamelessly: "Heh."

Beside them, Pei Ci tied on a sweatband, looking refreshed: "Our perks speak for themselves. Out of all the guys, we’re the most attentive! We’re the only ones who know how to do Chuchu’s hair."

"Right," Pei Mu chimed in, deftly tying her hair into a high ponytail. "By the way, Chuchu, do you know what today is?"

Qiao Chuchu turned to him: "No. What’s special about today?"

Pei Mu’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he exchanged a glance with Pei Ci, then shook his head: "Never mind. Let’s go work out."

She frowned, sensing they were hiding something: "Tell me. What’s today?"

Pei Mu just smiled, nudging her toward the changing room: "Come on, let’s get dressed and exercise."

Baffled, she changed into workout clothes and followed them to the home gym in the basement.

Normally, everyone would be up by now, showing off in the gym.

But today, it was just the three of them.

She raised an eyebrow: "Is everyone sick? Why isn’t anyone else here?"

"Don’t worry about them," Pei Ci said, stretching as he headed for the treadmill. "This is our time together."

Qiao Chuchu: "?"

[What does he mean by "our time"?]

Pei Mu smirked, winking at her: "Come on, Chuchu."

She grew more suspicious.

[Are they planning something?]

[Eh, whatever. They wouldn’t hurt me.]

She unrolled a yoga mat and started her routine.

"Your cat-cow pose is off," Pei Mu observed, standing behind her.

She paused: "It is?"

Pei Mu nodded solemnly: "Let me show you."

He squeezed onto the mat with her, arching his back. "Exhale, round your spine."

Qiao Chuchu mimicked him, exhaling as she curved her back.

Suddenly, a firm hand slid under her stomach: "Arch a little more."

She squirmed, ticklish: "Hey—!"

Pei Ci, who had crept up beside them, chuckled at her reaction: "You’re that ticklish?"

He poked her belly teasingly.

She swatted his hand away: "Stop it!"

Pei Mu feigned seriousness: "Focus, student Qiao. If you want to learn, pay attention."

Grumbling, she repositioned herself: "Fine!"

As she lowered her back and lifted her head, extending her spine, Pei Ci knelt beside her, pressing lightly on her waist: "A little lower."

She wriggled uncomfortably: "I can do it myself! Quit pushing me!"

Pei Mu chided: "No talking. Clear your mind."

She shot Pei Ci an annoyed look.

[This is your fault!]

Pei Ci raised a brow, leaning in to whisper: "My bad. Want me to make it up to you?"

She blinked.

[Make it up how?]

His gaze flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes: "You tell me. Whatever you want."