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

Chapter 150 I Want to Hear You Call

Yan Zhuoyu crossed her arms over her chest, her smooth, ink-black hair cascading down to her waist, swaying gently like silk with her movements.

She feigned ignorance, her eyes half-hidden with a smile, her lips slightly parted, and she uttered words as clear as pearls falling onto a jade plate: "So?"

"It's just changing clothes, Mr. Pei, it wouldn't make a sound of nearly 100 decibels, would it?"

Pei Weijin chuckled softly, his tone unhurried: "Changing clothes is out of the question, but if we were to do it, who knows how loud it would get?"

After saying that, he released his hand from the door frame, grabbed the hem of his hoodie, and the blue veins on the back of his pale hand bulged slightly from the force of his grip.

With a raised arm, the taut, smooth muscle lines beneath his clothes were revealed, showcasing his robust physique and exuding masculine hormones and power.

Following his lead, Yan Zhuoyu deliberately took a small step forward, getting closer to him, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing: "What are you doing?"

"Love."

"with who?"

"With you, and with the people I love."

Pei Weijin spoke concisely, his voice deep and magnetic, his eyes direct and without the slightest evasion.

After speaking, he reached out and threw the clothes he had changed into the laundry basket. As he moved, the muscles on his arms were firm and powerful. Without the cover of the loose sweatshirt, the physique he showed under his gray sweatpants became even more obvious and impossible to ignore.

"Although the soundproofing is good, you still need to be careful. You'll need a good voice to sing at the party in a few days. I'm sorry to trouble you."

She shook her head: "That won't do. I can't let myself suffer."

Yan Zhuoyu averted her gaze, shifting it to the man's cold and handsome face. She raised an eyebrow slightly, her fair fingers gently pressing against his lips before slowly sliding down his neck. Her fox-like eyes sparkled, exuding charm and captivating allure.

Pei Weijin's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, his light gray eyes seemed shrouded in a thin mist, hazy and slightly tipsy: "So, what does my darling want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly looked down, and the woman's fingers traced his outline through his clothes.

Yan Zhuoyu's voice was very soft, as if she were whispering in his ear: "I want to hear you call me that."

……

The frosted glass door of the bathroom closed gently, shutting out the outside world's disturbances, leaving only a half-open leather suitcase in the center of the bedroom, its interior completely empty.

Fortunately, the group returned in time, avoiding the sudden thunderstorm.

The thunderstorm came and went quickly; soon, the heavy raindrops turned into a gentle drizzle, softly caressing every inch of space.

Inside the bathtub, the clear, warm water reflected the beautiful colors of the icy blue mermaid tail scales.

Pei Weijin placed one hand on the side of the jar and the other hand on Yan Zhuoyu's soft hand, guiding her.

Yan Zhuoyu's black hair was damp with moisture, and it spread out like seaweed along her slender back.

Her face was full of reluctance: "I don't care anymore, do it yourself, my hands are getting sore."

Pei Weijin smiled faintly and released her hand: "Didn't you want me to call you? How come you have no patience at all?"

Yan Zhuoyu snorted in dissatisfaction, shook her hand to relieve the soreness in her wrist: "You're not human, how could you last that long? Were you doing it on purpose?"

"I am your mermaid tonight, of course, not human."

The man's bare upper body was clad in silver chains, with a few gemstones adorning the contours of his muscles. Following Yan Zhuoyu's preference, he wore navy blue contact lenses.

It was his first time wearing colored contact lenses, and it took him a while. His eyes were now red and watery from the irritation.

Lying in the bathtub, the water level barely reaches her slender waist, she presents a stunningly beautiful image, seemingly at the mercy of others. Yet, when she speaks, the aggression inadvertently revealed in her eyes contrasts sharply with her demeanor.

A ferocious beast lurks in the deep sea, ready to unleash its power at any moment.

Pei Weijin said slowly, "Baby, giving up halfway is not a good habit. If your hands feel sore, you can change to a less tiring position."

Yan Zhuoyu, holding onto the edge of the bathtub, struggled to sit up, gently brushing aside a few strands of black hair clinging to her cheek. She looked at Pei Weijin in confusion: "What?"

He gestured with his eyes: "Come up."

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Two or three hours later, the rain gradually subsided and eventually calmed down, leaving only moist air and the fresh scent of pine.

The exquisitely crafted mermaid tail, apart from its dazzling scales, was made entirely of highly realistic silicone, with a feel indistinguishable from real skin.

At this moment, it was forgotten in the bathtub, with several of its upper scales torn off, bearing witness to the perpetrator's unbearable pain and the previous ferocity.

Pei Weijin, with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, carried Yan Zhuoyu back to the bed, his expression carrying a subtle sense of satisfaction.

He took a glass of warm water from the water dispenser and handed it to Yan Zhuoyu: "Drink some water to soothe your throat."

Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the man's strong back and the conspicuous teeth marks on his shoulder, and deliberately turned her head away: "I don't want to drink, you drink. I don't need to moisten my throat. Someone has never let me make a sound in order to protect my voice."

Recalling the soul-shaking sensations she had just experienced, the almost suffocating, possessive kiss, and the man's hand covering her lips, she felt a secret, unspoken thrill.

Yan Zhuoyu pulled the blanket up a little higher, stubbornly insisting, "Not a sound at all. Anyone who didn't know better would think our CEO Pei is impotent."

One side of the bed suddenly sank in. Pei Weijin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her silently. The woman's voice stopped abruptly.

"Honey, would you like some water, or would you like to continue?"

Yan Zhuoyu cleared her throat, feigning modesty as she stretched out a hand from under the covers to take the water glass, explaining, "I suddenly felt a little thirsty, thank you, husband."

From now on, she no longer calls him President Pei.

In the afternoon, the hospital was conducting tests. Yan Zhuoyu wanted to call her grandmother, but didn't find an opportunity. Just now, she suddenly remembered that her grandmother was already asleep.

The next day, Fu Zhuchen woke up to a phone call and was in a hurry to leave.

Before leaving, he reminded Yan Zhuoyu to adjust her condition as soon as possible so as not to affect the filming schedule, lest she be photographed by reporters using a stunt double or eye drops and end up trending on social media.

Xie Fu took a lot of beautiful photos last night and wanted to get back to her studio to paint them as soon as possible. She only stayed for one day before driving away with Huo Wenji.

As she left, she smiled and asked Yan Zhuoyu for her usual address: "I'll send you the picture of our fishing trip after I finish drawing it. Remember to sign for it."

Yan Zhuoyu readily agreed and said she would post it on Weibo to show off after receiving it.

In the following days, when the weather was nice, Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin revisited the places they had visited as children.

The chestnut trees on the mountain had already borne fruit, but no one picked them, so they fell all over the ground.

When the weather was bad, Yan Zhuoyu would drag Pei Weijin to watch a movie.

When two people are together, it seems like all the pressure disappears, and they feel completely relaxed, allowing their emotions to be released naturally.

She stared at the male and female leads on the screen, who had finally gotten together after going through so many hardships, then leaned her head and nestled into Pei Weijin's arms, saying with emotion:

“I feel quite lucky. We haven’t experienced too many setbacks together. Being with you feels like I’ve been raised all over again. The emotions I couldn’t get from my parents when I was a child, I can get care and love from you without even having to rack my brains to get your attention.”

Pei Weijin adjusted his position to make Yan Zhuoyu more comfortable. As he spoke, he casually picked up a strand of her black hair, divided it into three sections, and braided it into a small braid.

"I should say I'm lucky to be with you. I'm even luckier than you. You raised me so well when I was little, and because of that, I'm now able to walk alongside you as an adult."

"From an animal behavior perspective, this might be analogous to crows feeding their parents."

Yan Zhuoyu was silent for a moment. Why did Pei Weijin's thought process always suddenly take a turn at such tender and touching moments?

However, she quite liked this feeling.

She smiled and replied, "Yes, my dear Mr. Crow."