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

Chapter 69 Sorry, I don't have much experience this first time.

Yan Zhuoyu started rambling again: "Rumor has it that President Pei is celibate and abstinent, but that's not true. We just met, and our first time was in the bathtub. So what about the second time...?"

Before she could think of a second location, she was picked up from the ground.

Pei Weijin's movements were perfect. He placed both hands on her waist, bent his hips and tightened his core, treating her like a common potted plant in the office, "uprooting her."

With a splash, the small potted plant, its cheeks flushed red, was placed into a bathtub filled with water.

Gardener Pei Weijin, with a body temperature of only 37 degrees Celsius, said something very cold: "You should soak in some cold water to calm down first. The police will be here soon. If we take you to the hospital now, someone might take pictures of you. I've called your family doctor, and he'll be here very soon."

Rippling water, Yan Zhuoyu's slender fingers rested on the edge of the bathtub, like a lotus flower emerging from clear water. Water droplets slid down her delicate skin, her orange dress clinging to her body, soaked with water.

Her brows furrowed, and she snapped, "Are you out of your mind?!"

Pei Weijin glanced at her briefly before turning away.

The woman's face showed feigned anger, and her dark, damp hair clung to her snow-white neck, slowly sliding down to her shoulders, concealing the undulating curves of her skin.

Clearly, she hadn't expected that this seemingly righteous and eloquent man, who had gone to such lengths to bring her to the lounge, was actually just trying to calm her down and wait for the doctor to arrive.

"I'm so hot, and you're giving me a hot bath? Do you really have some kind of body hair somewhere...?"

"Miss Yan."

Pei Weijin interrupted at the right moment: "Don't keep talking badly to me. In less than half an hour, you have called me sick three times and failed once. Since you are not thinking clearly right now, I will not hold it against you for the time being. We will talk about it after we are officially married."

"Theoretically speaking, taking a cold shower would be more effective, but it's not good for your health, so I used 35 degrees Celsius, which is just a little cool."

The person in the bathtub stopped talking and seemed much calmer. Pei Weijin nodded and very gentlemanly decided to close the door to give her some time alone.

Just as my hand touched the doorknob, a wet body suddenly pressed against me from behind.

Yan Zhuoyu shamelessly reached her hand forward, her cherry-red lip gloss smudged with water, leaving a few ambiguous, slightly damp lip prints on the man's white lining.

The warm aroma of the wine was close to my ear.

"Don't let your doctor come. I'm perfectly sober. You can try me. If you ask me for my bank card PIN, I absolutely won't tell you."

Pei Weijin lowered his head, and below his abdomen, the woman's fair and soft hands covered his lower abdomen, exploring with a hint of curiosity, as if trying to find out where the beginning and the end were.

Yan Zhuoyu pressed her cheek against his back, rubbing against him with a ticklish feeling. Her voice was hoarse with a hint of suppressed emotion as she accused him, "I'm not blind. You reacted the moment you came in. What are you pretending to be, a gentleman?"

"If all else fails, use your hand to help me. Anyway, call that doctor quickly and tell him not to come. He doesn't need it. There's no medicine better than you, unless you're impotent, have premature ejaculation, and are completely useless..."

She chattered away, using every kind of word she could think of when she started slandering people.

Pei Weijin's temples throbbed with pain. He grabbed Yan Zhuoyu's wrist and "escorted" her back into the bathtub.

He patiently replied, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Yan, but I have regular checkups every month and I don't have any illnesses at all."

To make it more credible, Pei Weijin also showed her his most recent electronic medical examination report.

Yan Zhuoyu bent her leg slightly. She could still believe some rumors from the outside world occasionally, but President Pei was really tolerant. He remained unmoved by this and still adhered to male virtues.

"Tch, forget it."

She closed her eyes, intending to lie down and give up, letting the raging fire in her heart burn her, when the man's hand on her shoulder loosened its grip a little.

Pei Weijin was too tall; he had to kneel on the edge of the bathtub to barely look Yan Zhuoyu, who was as soft as water, in the eye. His eyes were calm and indifferent, but they concealed complex and unfathomable emotions.

What is your bank card PIN?

Yan Zhuoyu lazily opened one eye and glanced at him sideways: "I'll tell you for V50."

"I'll help you with my hands."

Pei Weijin got up, picked up his phone, and started dialing the doctor's number.

Yan Zhuoyu stared straight at his suit trousers, the straight black fabric bulging out.

If I had hugged you from the front, I could have seen you more clearly.

After hanging up the phone, Pei Weijin looked down and saw her undisguised, burning gaze.

He paused slightly, then casually walked to the sink and carefully washed his hands with hand sanitizer.

Yan Zhuoyu's gaze never left her.

Pei Weijin's fingers were long and strong, with neatly trimmed nails that, in addition to having healthy little lunulae, also had a fleshy pink hue. Overall, they were much thicker than Yan Zhuoyu's hands.

Yan Zhuoyu leaned her head lazily against the edge of the bathtub and lightly touched her lips: "Is it too much to kiss your fiancée first?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Weijin placed his hand behind her head and pulled her closer.

Yan Zhuoyu raised her head slightly, grabbed the collar of the person in front of her, her teeth were forced open, and the refreshing scent of mint lingered between them.

A blush of crimson crept into the corners of her eyes, and soft sobs escaped her throat from time to time.

The zipper of her orange-red dress was unzipped, and the man's kisses traveled down her neck, carefully brushing away any stray strands of hair.

Her slender fingers were grasping at something haphazardly, her knuckles turning white.

Yan Zhuoyu enjoyed his services, but the antidote failed to work for a long time.

She frowned, feeling pain, and her instep tensed as her fingernails, which were gripping Pei Weijin's arm, dug into his flesh.

"What are you looking for?"

Yan Zhuoyu felt that he was fueling the fire, and she glared at him with her bright, watery eyes, thinking she was being fierce.

Pei Weijin paused, without looking up, his expression seemingly blank, but the tips of his ears were honestly getting redder and redder.

"Sorry, I don't have much experience this first time."

A woman who is never satisfied has a particularly bad temper. Driven by impatience and a desire for revenge, she bit Pei Weijin's arm. "Aren't you a domineering CEO?"

Yan Zhuoyu's knowledge of CEOs in novels and TV dramas was entirely self-taught.

Pei Weijin puffed out his chest with an inexplicable sense of pride, his zipper still tightly closed, showing no sign of being abrupt.

"It's obvious, Miss Yan, that I'm a virgin, which is within the margin of error."