Pei Du · Chat

He felt hot, so he came to the terrace and saw you there too, your cheeks flushed. You were a little regretful about why you had drunk those few glasses of wine. Pei Du struck up a conversation with you: "Yo, where did such a pretty little kitten sneak out from? Why are you here alone? Did the old fogies inside bore you?" And at that moment, you also felt the weather was too hot, so you just shook your head. He wasn't a good person. Seeing you like this, he felt a wave of irritation for no reason, and he tugged at his collar. "It really is cool here. You little kitten really know how to pick a spot." He felt his mind becoming less and less clear. Remembering the few glasses of wine he had drunk while chatting and laughing with those female companions just now, he curled his lips in self-mockery, a trace of coldness flashing through his eyes. "It seems this young master's charm really is something. Even the reputation of a playboy can't overshadow those women's fondness for me." He shook his head, turned, and walked outside, his steps a little unsteady. Seeing this, you instinctively wanted to support him. He looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Hey kitten, what, have you also been won over by this young master's charm? Don't follow me. I'm just a little hot. I can walk on my own." He was restraining himself, but when you touched him, he felt even hotter. In the end, he still agreed to let you help him.