The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Pei Zigui glanced at Jiang Ruoli with an indulgent expression.

The big hands with distinct joints hold up the woman's fair feet, and the visual contrast makes people blush and their heart beat faster.

The spray was sprayed around the ankles, and the strong smell of medicine instantly filled the nostrils.

"Are you home?" Pei Zigui was still half-squatting on the ground, looking up at the person sitting there.

"But the winner hasn't been decided yet."

Xie Youran touched his nose and said, "Forget it, you have been honorably wounded, so you win this time."

Jiang Ruoli couldn't help but frown.

She never needed others to give in. If she lost, she lost. At worst, she could just ask Pei Zigui to take her to buy chicken fillets on a shared electric bike.

"Need not!"

Just as she was about to speak, Pei Zigui stood up in front of her, blocking her, and said in a light tone: "I will fight you."

"???"

Xie Youran's eyes widened. "No, brother, that's not what I meant!"

Jiang Ruoli looked like she was enjoying the show. Although she had never seen Pei Zigui play badminton, she was inexplicably quite confident.

She sat on the chair and raised her hands excitedly, cheering: "Husband, beat him up!"

Pei Zigui curled the corners of his mouth, took off the Buddhist beads in his hand and put it in Jiang Ruoli's hand.

"Keep it for me."

After saying that, he bent down to pick up the badminton racket that Jiang Ruoli had dropped on the ground and walked towards the court, leaving Xie Youran standing there in a dilemma.

"...No, you two are husband and wife..."

Jiang Ruoli was so unhappy that he crossed his legs and deliberately provoked: "What? Are you afraid? Are you afraid that you can't beat Pei Zigui?"

"What a joke! Today I am going to eat the fried chicken strips that you two fake couples bought!"

After saying that, Xie Youran picked up the racket and walked over with a heroic look.

Half an hour later, Xie Youran, who was tortured to the point of not wanting to speak, just lay down on the ground.

"No more playing, I don't want to play anymore."

Pei Zigui, who turned a blind eye, walked around the large group of people on the ground and walked straight towards Jiang Ruoli.

"Wow, that shot you just made was so cool! A direct dunk!!!"

Hearing this, the coldness in the man's eyes when facing competition completely turned into a pool of warm water.

"Well, we won."

Pei Zigui took off his coat before playing basketball, and also took off the black shirt underneath, leaving only the short-sleeved shirt underneath.

At this moment, sweat dripped onto the man's black short-sleeved shirt, spreading out and leaving traces. The fabric was stuck to his chest, and the muscle lines were faintly visible.

The smell of hormones that hit her face made Jiang Ruoli breathe rapidly. Her eyes, which used to be clear and transparent, looked around and she didn't dare to look directly at Pei Zigui.

I could feel the warmth on my cheeks and knew without even looking that I was blushing.

Damn, I’m at a disadvantage again.

"I'm sweating a lot, help me wipe it off."

A low voice sounded in his ears, forcing Jiang Ruoli to look directly at the man in front of him.

She clenched the tissue in her hand and looked up, "You are too tall, I can't reach you."

Pei Zigui squatted down obediently, put his hands on both sides of Jiang Ruoli's waist, and said calmly: "Wipe it."

The next second, the forehead was gently wiped by a soft tissue, and the sweat was instantly absorbed.

Jiang Ruoli lowered his head and carefully wiped every inch of the sweat-soaked skin, from the face and neck to the collarbone.

Through a thin layer of tissue, you can clearly feel the soft touch of your fingertips.

Pei Zigui felt his throat dry, helplessness flashed across Mo Chenchen's eyes, and he laughed at himself. It was really his own fault.

This can't go on any longer.

Pei Zigui grabbed Jiang Ruoli's unintentional but rebellious little hand and suppressed the thoughts that were gradually rising in his eyes.

"Lili, why are you blushing?"

The next second, a piece of tissue fell on his face and Jiang Ruoli's angry and arrogant voice was heard in his ears.

"I was in a fever because of playing basketball."

Pei Zigui's brows relaxed and he picked up the crumpled tissue from the ground, an unstoppable smile appearing on his handsome face.

"Okay, it's hot playing ball."

As soon as her legs were free, Jiang Ruoli fell steadily into the man's strong arms.

The man coaxed in a low voice: "Let's go home."

When passing by Xie Youran, Jiang Ruoli patted Pei Zigui on the chest and signaled him to stop.

"Xie Youran, don't forget the fried chicken strips. Ask the Germans to fry them themselves. I can taste it."

Xie Youran was still lying on the ground, gasping for breath. He raised his arm and made an OK gesture with a look of despair on his face.

Damn it, how did exercising so late at night become part of their play?

Pei Zigui curled his lips slightly, hugged Jiang Ruoli, and said, "Young Master Xie, you should exercise well."

After saying that, he carried the person away in a leisurely manner.

“…What a sin!”

***

When they returned to the Jiang family and saw Jiang Ruoli being carried in, several pairs of eyes flashed with worry at the same time.

Jiang's mother's panicked voice echoed through the microphone in the living room, "Baby, what's wrong with your foot?"

Jiang Ruoli quickly covered her ears and tried to calm the others. It had always been like this since she was little, and whenever she got hurt a little, the whole family would be on edge.

"I'm fine. I just twisted my arm while playing badminton with Xie Youran. And, Mom, how long have you been singing? Are you still not satisfied?"

Father Jiang also stood up and walked over, his tone full of concern: "Your mother used to perform for hours at a concert without even taking a breath. But are you seriously injured?"

Pei Zigui was still holding the man. When he saw Father Jiang coming over, his dark eyes flashed with self-blame, "It's my problem."

Father Jiang waved his hand and said, "I know my own daughter very well. This child behaves like this when she plays with You Ran and the others. It's not your fault."

He pinched Jiang Ruoli's ankle and breathed a sigh of relief. "It shouldn't be a serious injury. Did you spray the medicine?"

Jiang Ruoli cried out subconsciously. Pei Zigui frowned and immediately held her and took a step back, avoiding Jiang's father's hand.

"Dad, the medicine has been sprayed."

"What kind of medicine did you spray? Are there any side effects? Otherwise, I'll ask someone to send a new bottle over. Remember to apply ice tonight and heat tomorrow."

Old Master Jiang, who was standing by, saw everything and tapped his cane. "It's okay, the injury is not serious. Zigui, take Lili back to the room first. Come to the study on the second floor to find me later. I have something for you."

"Okay, don't worry, I will take good care of Lili."

Jiang Ruoli, who really wanted to go to the bathroom, hurried upstairs and nodded vigorously in his arms, "Yes, yes, he will take good care of me."

Pei Zigui held Jiang Ruoli in his arms and went straight to the third floor without taking the elevator, without blushing or panting.

Downstairs, the old man looked at the Jiang couple with a smile, "Lili has grown up and got married, you guys, it's time to learn to let go."

On the third floor, Pei Zigui walked into Jiang Ruoli's room as if he knew the place well, and dropped him off at the bathroom door.

"Go ahead, do you need help?"

"unnecessary!"

Jiang Ruoli's face flushed, and he skipped into the bathroom, leaving behind a deafening slam of the door closing.

When she came out, the one-legged girl slammed into a hard wall of flesh.

"Ouch!" Jiang Ruoli covered his forehead and frowned unhappily, "Why are you still here? Do you want to use the bathroom too? There's one outside..."

Pei Zigui rubbed her forehead which was red from being hit, and coaxed her softly, "I'm afraid a certain one-legged beast needs help."

"Unicorn? My forehead is swollen? This shouldn't be the case..." Jiang Ruoli touched his forehead and met the man's gaze. He realized that this unicorn was not that unicorn.

The little girl was so angry that she punched him in the chest.

"You'd better not sleep too deeply in the middle of the night, or I'll secretly sew your mouth shut!"

Pei Zigui bent down and picked the person up, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

"Try tonight in the bed you grew up in?"