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

Chapter 120 Overly Provocative Posture

The housekeeper had been notified in advance and was already waiting at the door.

Even with someone in his arms, Pei Weijin's steps remained steady and powerful, unaffected in the slightest.

He already possessed a cool and aloof demeanor, and his black silk shirt appeared even more refined and elegant under the moonlight.

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against his chest, her black hair cascading down like seaweed, intertwining with the smooth fabric of her clothes in an ambiguous way. The soft cashmere blanket partially covered her face, and even though her features were blurred, her stunning beauty was still undeniable.

Pei Weijin tried his best to be gentle as he went upstairs, but Yan Zhuoyu was a light sleeper and still woke up.

She opened her beautiful eyes slightly, and it took her a beat to realize her posture. Instead of asking to get down, she thoughtfully wrapped her arms around Pei Weijin's neck to save him some effort.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Pei Weijin gently lifted the person up to adjust their position and said in a gentle voice, "I was thinking of letting you sleep a little longer and waking you up for dinner."

Yan Zhuoyu had just woken up, her voice slightly hoarse: "I don't want to eat anymore. I ate a lot of desserts at the banquet."

Once inside the bedroom, Pei Weijin, knowing her habits, placed her on the sofa to prevent her outer clothes from soiling the bed.

"Okay, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Would you like to have dinner with me, madam?"

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the sofa cushions, lifting up the hem of her skirt that reached her ankles to reveal a section of skin, delicate as snow, with a warm glow.

She reached out and hooked her finger around Pei Weijin's, closed her eyes and, too lazy to speak, gently shook it a few times to indicate her agreement.

The warm light from the bedroom lamps bathed the two of them, creating a cozy and peaceful atmosphere.

Pei Weijin asked softly, "Does your head still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then lie down for a while longer. If you still want to sleep, a shower will make you feel more comfortable."

After Pei Weijin finished speaking, he turned his back to her, stood in front of the wardrobe, and unbuttoned the shirt one button at a time.

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes followed him uncontrollably, finally settling on the man's firm and sexy back. His broad shoulders and narrow waist exuded a masculine strength that could not be underestimated.

As the ancients said, "When people are well-fed and warm, they think of lustful desires."

She stared at Pei Weijin's back, her mouth moving faster than her brain, and blurted out, "Will you help me wash?"

Pei Weijin paused slightly, turned around, and looked at Yan Zhuoyu with a deep gaze.

"It seems I was worrying too much; my wife is in great spirits."

Yan Zhuoyu simply sat up, crossing her legs alluringly, like a seductive woman in the night.

She deliberately teased him, drawing out her words in a seductive tone: "Are you going to take a bath? I'm so tired, sir, please have some compassion and help me take a bath too."

The room was a bit stuffy because the air conditioning wasn't on, so Yan Zhuoyu lifted her skirt up a little.

The small diamonds set in the silver stilettos sparkled under the lights, and above them were layers of luxurious and intricate gold thread skirts, the waist supple and graceful, making one's heart flutter.

"Shall I help you wash...?"

Pei Weijin's hand rested on his black nightgown, his fingertips slightly curled, and the pale blue veins on the back of his hand appeared even more prominent in the dim light.

He raised his hand and instead pulled open another drawer.

Inside was a very familiar dress, an exotic dance skirt, made of light and soft fabric with a bold cut.

“Since my wife has such an interest, as her husband, I have no choice but to accept it.”

When Yan Zhuoyu saw him turn around, still holding the crimson dress in his hand, her breath caught in her throat, and a series of uncontrollable memories flashed through her mind.

Oh no, this is terrible!

She stood up solicitously, took Pei Weijin's arm, and patted it gently to comfort him: "Um, I suddenly don't feel tired anymore, so I'll take a shower myself. After I shower, I'll have dinner with you, okay?"

"Wait, I suddenly feel like I have a huge appetite. I'd love to have a meal with you. What should we eat tonight?"

She tried to change the subject, her eyes darting around nervously.

Pei Weijin lifted his eyelids and glanced at her, his tone slightly cool, suppressing a smile: "I just wanted to check if the clothes were damp and see if they needed to be washed. But what are you afraid of?"

Yan Zhuoyu: "..." She dared not speak out against her anger.

The weather in northern Beijing is so dry, how could clothes possibly get damp if they're properly stored in the closet!

She gave Pei Weijin a fake smile, and said, "Keep pretending."

"I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm worried about my clothes."

Pei Weijin put the clothes back in the drawer and said meaningfully, "Yes, clothes should be worn often so they won't wear out easily."

"But I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint my wife tonight; she can't wear this dress."

Yan Zhuoyu watched him close the cabinet door before asking with relief, "Why?"

Pei Weijin's voice was cold, yet it subtly contrasted with the content of his words: "Your period is coming soon. You need to rest well for a week before and after your period. You can't do anything too strenuous, or you'll easily get injured."

It was meant to be caring, but Yan Zhuoyu was captivated by the phrase "excessive posture."

Countless explicit sexual acts flashed before her eyes.

Just as the bathroom door was about to close, she suddenly stepped in and blocked it, her little face showing both eager curiosity and the unbridled arrogance of someone who had been granted a get-out-of-jail-free card.

"Honey, what exactly do you mean by this 'excessive' position?"

As Yan Zhuoyu spoke, her hand was already touching Pei Weijin's firm abs, tracing the lines of the muscles, and she even tugged at the edge of his shorts along the V-line.

She covered her mouth in feigned surprise, then pulled it down further until it revealed her prominent, veiny...

"Oh, you're still wearing the new underwear I bought for you."

Pei Weijin's breathing became rapid, and his chest muscles heaved twice. He gripped Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, his voice slightly hoarse, and asked, "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Yan Zhuoyu wondered if it was a bit inappropriate to talk about work at this time.

"There's not much scheduled, just some performance and vocal lessons."

Pei Weijin nodded and said succinctly, "Okay."

"Huh? Good? What's so good about it..."

Yan Zhuoyu was still wondering when the bathroom doors were already fully open.

Pei Weijin leaned down slightly, placed his palm on the back of her thigh, and easily lifted her up with one hand.

"what--"

Yan Zhuoyu suddenly lost her balance, letting out a short scream, and wrapped her arms around Pei Weijin's neck, holding him tightly.

"What are you doing!"

Pei Weijin chuckled softly, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on her chest: "Mmm."

The hot breath brushed against her delicate skin, and Yan Zhuoyu arched her back sensitively: "What 'hmm'? You can't hold me with one hand, put me down!"

"Aren't you just curious? I'll teach you a less over-the-top position."

Pei Weijin turned on the shower, and warm water poured over the two of them.

Yan Zhuoyu's dress clung to her body, revealing her red lips, white teeth, and disheveled black hair, showcasing her beautiful and alluring figure.

She was suspended in mid-air, with him as her only support, and her arms and legs were trembling.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to rest and recover properly? Why are you lying to me again?"

Pei Weijin pulled down the zipper, causing the gold-trimmed skirt to sag even further, his eyes swirling with a misty desire.

"I'll be gentler, mainly for teaching purposes. You can stop whenever you want. You've never held me like this before, so relax, or you might get hurt."

Yan Zhuoyu put her hands on his shoulders, trying to lift them up, but was instead pressed down by his waist.

Three minutes later, she finally couldn't help but push him away: "Stop... I said stop, why won't you stop?"

Pei Weijin kissed her lips, and in the steamy air, his voice was clearly audible, tender and lingering: "It's not here that we're stopping."