Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 230 Can you check if there's a long ending chapter for me?

After dinner, Yan Zhuoyu lingered in the study for quite a while, almost memorizing all the lines of the entire crew.

Only after there was really nothing else to do did he step into the bedroom.

As she entered, Pei Weijin was sitting at his desk working on his laptop, seemingly studying something. Upon seeing her come in, he shut down his computer.

"Busy working?"

Yan Zhuoyu nodded, her voice much softer: "Yes, did I disturb your work? It's okay, don't worry about me, just keep doing your work. I'm going to play on my phone for a bit and then go to sleep."

Pei Weijin sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned to her: "I won't disturb you."

"Come here, lie down properly."

The topic jumped too quickly, immediately landing on the bed. Yan Zhuoyu stammered, "Isn't it a bit inappropriate to be so direct...?"

Pei Weijin did not respond, but he did not skip any of his preparations.

Yan Zhuoyu watched him pull open the bedside table and take out a bottle that looked like a moisturizing lotion. It smelled quite nice, and the packaging was new, so it seemed like it had been bought recently; at least she had never seen it before.

Soon, the sound of plastic packaging being unpacked could be heard in the room.

Yan Zhuoyu objectively recalled the previous battle and said in a tactful tone, "Actually, I don't think I really need something like a lubricant."

Pei Weijin stood up without stopping. He poured some of the transparent liquid from the bottle into his palm and slowly rubbed it to warm it up.

His eyes were full of laughter as he looked at Yan Zhuoyu: "You need to be well prepared, or you'll get hurt."

"Actually, you really don't need to. Your hands are very dexterous, and so is your mouth."

Yan Zhuoyu smelled a very pleasant plum fragrance, which should be a smooth and moisturizing scent.

Pei Weijin smiled ambiguously: "Is that so?"

He spoke casually, his fingertips lifting the hem of Yan Zhuoyu's skirt as he asked, "Should I take it off for you, or will you take it off yourself?"

Yan Zhuoyu said with dissatisfaction: "You weren't like this before. You would kiss me first, and then your clothes would slowly disappear on their own."

Pei Weijin nodded: "Okay, so you mean you want me to take your clothes off."

The air conditioner temperature was set in advance to avoid catching a cold later.

He was very skilled; he untied the belt of Yan Zhuoyu's robe and hung it directly on the clothes rack.

Yan Zhuoyu subconsciously pulled the blanket next to her over her lower abdomen, a little embarrassed: "Turn off the light."

What's going on? Why is someone being so direct today?

Or has it been a new script or a new role-playing scenario?

Pei Weijin's voice was indifferent: "You won't be able to see it if you turn it off."

Yan Zhuoyu gave an "oh," understanding that turning on the lights would be more exciting.

She lay there on the bed, eagerly anticipating the next step—whether it would be a kiss or a caress.

Or is it……

It wasn't until Pei Weijin placed his slightly warm palm on her lower back and began to adjust the pressure of his massage that Yan Zhuoyu's passionate heart was slowly extinguished.

"Honey, what's wrong with you...?"

“You’ve been working for a long time. Standing for long periods while filming will make your back uncomfortable. In winter, wearing short sleeves is fine indoors, but the outdoor temperature is unpredictable, and you’re more likely to catch a cold.”

Pei Weijin's pressure was just right; it felt very comfortable when he massaged the sore and swollen areas. The temperature of his palms was also higher than Yan Zhuoyu's body temperature, making them warm.

Yan Zhuoyu's mind was filled with a jumble of chaotic thoughts, but his two or three sentences instantly cleansed it up.

Even my heart, which had just been chilled, warmed up again.

No, not only was her heart burning, but her body was also feeling a bit hot.

Especially the places where Pei Weijin's hands lingered were all heating up.

"So, the bottle you just took out wasn't a lubricant or oil, it was an essential oil. Why didn't you say so?"

Pei Weijin's lips curved slightly: "I thought you liked to call essential oils lubricants. Strictly speaking, they do have a lubricating effect, preventing the skin from becoming too dry and irritated from rubbing."

Yan Zhuoyu didn't believe him: "You did it on purpose."

"What are the ingredients in this essential oil? Why does it feel warm where you touch it?"

"I had a doctor prescribe this for you. It contains ginger, which can dispel cold. Your hands and feet have been cold since winter started. The doctor said it was due to blood stasis. I'll give you a massage whenever I have time during your next few days of vacation."

Yan Zhuoyu tentatively asked, "Just a massage? What about all the debts I owe..."

"It depends on your mood."

"Oh, it depends on my mood."

Having narrowly escaped death, Yan Zhuoyu immediately relaxed. Her back massage was over, and she turned over following Pei Weijin's pressure, so the two of them were now facing each other.

She glanced at someone's undisguised behavior and casually asked, "Master Pei, right? How many years have you been doing this?"

Pei Weijin paused for a moment: "Less than a month."

"Oh, a newbie. No wonder you look unfamiliar. The one who massaged me before gave me a much stronger massage than you."

As soon as Yan Zhuoyu finished speaking, it was as if she had triggered some key word. She could clearly feel that someone's strength had increased a lot, but it didn't hurt. It was just more sour and pleasurable.

She was so grateful for the tingling and numbness in her waist that she almost bit her tongue.

"Take it easy, take it easy..."

"Will a gentler touch make you comfortable, Madam? I think you like this pressure."

Yan Zhuoyu gritted her teeth. After Pei Weijin pressed her acupoints several times, she gradually got used to the pressure.

"Master Pei, you look handsome and cultured. What made you decide to do this?"

"There was no other choice."

After uttering those four words, Pei Weijin slowly said, "I used to be the boss of a company."

"Oh, really? That's amazing, then how...?"

"Later, he had an affair with my secretary, and after being reported, I had no choice but to do this job."

"That's it."

Yan Zhuoyu chuckled softly; this was a familiar scene.

Pei Weijin knelt on the bed and massaged her legs, but then saw Yan Zhuoyu suddenly sit up, and the two of them were very close.

She took the man's hand and placed it on the side of her ribs: "Master Pei, I've been having some trouble at work lately and I'm feeling down. Could you feel if I have any nodules?"

Pei Weijin's hands were slippery with freshly poured essential oil, but the skin of the person in front of him was clearly even smoother.

He could barely hold on to it; it was as soft as water.

"No, Madam is in good health."

"I feel very healthy and in a good mood. Does Master Pei offer any special services?"