Ah! The Villains I Forced to Turn Evil Can Read My Mind-Chapter 93: You Used to Be My Best Second Brother, I Know, You Know It.

Qiao Chuchu and Pei Che sat facing each other.

She carefully examined Pei Che’s wrist, gently pressing on the bone. "Fortunately, there’s no dislocation. It seems like you just twisted a muscle."

Pei Che felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his wrist, and his brows furrowed slightly. "You seem to know quite a bit about this?"

Without looking up, Qiao Chuchu replied, "Yes, I learned it."

[In my past life, in order to earn some extra money, I tried out many different jobs that suited me, to see which one could bring in money faster. I was planning to save up 100,000 yuan to buy a tablet and a computer for drawing, but just when I saved up the 100,000, I died and was transported into this world. Even my 100,000 yuan was swallowed by the system.]

Pei Che raised his eyebrows.

It seemed she had lived a tough life in her past.

Qiao Chuchu looked at him. "Do you have any muscle oil or something? I can help you massage it."

Pei Che’s gaze darkened. "The first drawer."

Qiao Chuchu stepped forward to rummage through the drawer. When she opened it, she saw a used bottle of muscle oil and a photo frame.

It was a selfie of her with Pei Che.

In the photo, she stood at the front, holding a bag and smiling brightly as she draped her arm over Pei Che's shoulder.

Pei Che naturally leaned against her cheek, his posture relaxed, with a slight smirk directed at the camera.

Just that one glance made all the warm memories come flooding back.

Suddenly, a hand appeared and pushed the photo frame back into the drawer!

Qiao Chuchu froze, lifting her gaze and meeting Pei Che’s cold eyes. "Did you find it yet?"

Embarrassed, Qiao Chuchu grabbed the muscle oil. "Ah, yes, I found it."

Pei Che stood coldly beside her and closed the drawer.

Qiao Chuchu quickly sat back on the sofa as if escaping.

Pei Che lazily sat across from her and extended his hand.

Pei Che’s hands were beautiful.

Though all the Pei brothers had long, slender fingers, Pei Che’s hands were the most beautiful—not only in shape but in color.

His fingers had a soft pink hue at the joints, like an artwork carefully crafted by an artist.

Qiao Chuchu couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: [Looking at Pei Che’s hands, I suddenly understand the hand fetish. With hands this beautiful, I really want to hold them and play with them.]

Pei Che’s eyes darkened. He changed to a more comfortable position and looked down at Qiao Chuchu as she gently held his hand.

Qiao Chuchu was seriously massaging his wrist.

It hurt.

But it felt good.

He leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes. His long fingers curled slightly, brushing against Qiao Chuchu’s hand.

Qiao Chuchu’s hands were also beautiful.

Her fingers were slender and elegant, not small, but in his hands, they could easily be wrapped up.

Her pale fingers kneaded his wrist, rubbing repeatedly.

The more Pei Che watched, the more restless he became. His throat tightened, and his gaze deepened as he looked at Qiao Chuchu’s face.

Qiao Chuchu gently massaged his sore spot. "Does it hurt?"

Pei Che pressed his lips together lightly, tasting the metallic sweetness at the corner of his mouth.

His breath started to falter. "Does your face still hurt?"

Qiao Chuchu froze, about to lift her head when Pei Che suddenly cupped her face.

He leaned over, gently touching the red mark on her cheek.

"Does this hurt?"

Qiao Chuchu slightly shrugged her shoulders, uncomfortable.

Pei Che’s breath brushed against her face.

She awkwardly turned away. "It doesn’t hurt, it’s fine."

Pei Che licked his lips, his voice low in her ear. "I didn’t mean to kiss you."

Qiao Chuchu shrank her neck, avoiding his breath. "I know, it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides, it was just on my cheek, not my lips. You just bumped into me."

Hearing this, Pei Che slowly moved back in front of her.

Qiao Chuchu felt a little helpless.

Originally, there was a considerable distance between them, but now, Pei Che was so close that with just a slight movement, their faces would touch.

His gaze was like an endless sea, pulling her in with its depth.

She felt the weight of his stare and, in a panic, tried to change the subject. "Why are you wearing a white coat?"

Pei Che replied casually, "Although I can’t perform surgeries, I can still do outpatient consultations. I just happened to be on duty this morning."

She nodded, intrigued. "I think this is the first time I’ve seen you wear this. It suits you."

Pei Che glanced down at himself. "You like me wearing this?"

Qiao Chuchu shook her head. "No, it’s just that, in your own work environment, wearing your work clothes gives off a different vibe. It’s like you’re confident in your own field."

[Unlike when you take off this coat and wear a regular suit, looking all stiff and ominous.]

Pei Che: "?"

Qiao Chuchu was massaging his wrist when she suddenly felt something was off. She flipped his wrist over.

There were deep and shallow scars from self-harm on his wrist.

Qiao Chuchu frowned with concern, rubbing the scars gently. "Brother."

Pei Che raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

She pressed both hands against his wound, her tone filled with sadness. "Brother, please don’t do this again. I can keep my distance from you, I won’t hurt you anymore, but please don’t hurt yourself. Alright?"

Pei Che furrowed his brow, sharply catching on to something. "You want to keep your distance from me?"

Qiao Chuchu nodded seriously. "Yes! You don’t like me sticking to you, right? I won’t stick to you anymore, and I won’t hurt you like that again."

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She tightened her grip on his hand, her tone sincere. "I’m really afraid that one day, you’ll die. Really."

Pei Che froze.

Qiao Chuchu lowered her head, filled with guilt.

[If one day Pei Che really kills himself and I never see him again, I’ll be the sinner, I—]

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.

She froze, and before she could see clearly, Pei Che’s warm lips pressed against her forehead.

Qiao Chuchu instinctively pulled her neck in, like a startled kitten, her eyes widening in shock.

Pei Che closed his eyes and kissed her forehead deeply, his posture showing emotions that were hard to explain, like a devout believer.

Qiao Chuchu: "?????"

She looked up in confusion and met Pei Che’s gaze.

Pei Che looked down at her, his eyes dark and deep. "When you used to ask me for things, I would accept without question. You don’t need to deliberately distance yourself from me."

Qiao Chuchu froze, recalling the photo in Pei Che’s drawer.

She was fifteen at the time, still in the testing phase with her brothers, not being too forward, so everything was still relatively harmonious.

The source of that photo was her sneaking up behind Pei Che and scaring him. "Ha!"

Pei Che jumped in shock and immediately grabbed her nose, pulling her into his arms. "Trying to scare me, huh?"

She yelped in pain, rolling off the sofa and onto his lap, quickly begging, "Second brother, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!"

Pei Che casually let go, and she sat next to him, smiling sweetly. "Brother, I saw a really pretty bag recently."

Pei Che looked like he already knew and handed her a card.

She pushed it back. "No, no, no, it’s not about the money. It’s just that it’s hard to buy, there are only three in the world. I’ll give you the money, but could you help me buy it?"

Pei Che raised an eyebrow, glancing at her. "Why not ask big brother to help?"

Qiao Chuchu grinned. "Because I know second brother has the connections. Second brother can definitely get it!"

She clung to his arm. "Please, help me buy it. All the people at my school are watching me. They’re secretly making fun of me, saying that although I’m the eighth miss, I can’t even get that bag."

Pei Che raised an eyebrow. "So you want that bag for vanity?"

Qiao Chuchu admitted frankly, "Yes! I’m being vain. If you buy me that bag, I can’t even imagine how happy I’ll be!"

The next day, she found the limited edition bag, still in its box, on the coffee table.

Pei Che was sitting on the sofa, watching her smile.

She squealed like a kettle, unable to stop herself from holding the bag. "Ah! You really got it for me!"

Pei Che said casually, "I inquired about it as soon as you mentioned it yesterday, got a matching set worth five million, and had it delivered this morning. The matching set is in your room. You can give it to whoever you like."

Qiao Chuchu was overwhelmed with joy, holding the bag to her chest. "Second brother~"

She almost wanted to cry. "You’re so good to me!~"

Pei Che raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "Then, aren’t you going to show your gratitude?"

She jumped to Pei Che’s side, kissed his cheek, and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, second brother!~"

Pei Che froze, touched his cheek, and helplessly hugged her. "Are you really this happy?"

"Mm!" She sat beside him. "My friends usually don’t like me, always comparing with me. They’ve been sniping at me because of this bag for days. I want to show them that I, Qiao Chuchu, can get it!"

But she felt a little guilty. "Brother, it’s not really good for me to be so vain, right?"

Pei Che looked indifferent. "It’s perfectly normal to be vain, as long as it doesn’t break the law, I’ll satisfy you."

She pouted. "What if you can’t satisfy me?"

Pei Che chuckled. "If I can’t satisfy you, then it’s my incompetence, not your problem."

Her heart melted. She hugged him and whined, "Then I’ll post it on WeChat Moments, declaring my second brother is the best in the world!~"

Pei Che smirked, his interest piqued. "Will it be visible to everyone? Won’t you hide it from your other brothers?"

She frowned. "Of course, it’ll be visible to everyone! We’re going to take a photo together!~"

Pei Che grinned with satisfaction. "Good. After all, when it comes to giving you things, even I, second brother, have some vanity."

She laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. "Good, I’m going to show off to all my friends! Show them my best second brother!"