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

Chapter 178 Ice and Fire

In the dimly lit bedroom, the white numbers on the air conditioner panel flashed twice, and the room temperature rose by two degrees, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere with a touch of allure.

The light blue cotton petticoat was gently lifted, revealing a section of fair and supple waist. The abs deepened and then lightened with the rhythm of the woman tightening her core.

Pei Weijin's large hand supported the hem of her skirt.

It was visibly getting slower for the woman, and he asked, "Tired?"

Yan Zhuoyu was indeed a little tired, but at a time like this, how could a woman say she couldn't?

You have to be really good! At the very least, you have to outdo your opponent in terms of presence!

She gritted her teeth, a defiant smile playing on her lips, and retorted defiantly, "Don't interfere, I have my own ideas!"

Yan Zhuoyu felt that these words were an attempt to cover up something, so she turned her eyes around, took the man's large hand, and gently raised it to cover the warm area.

Pei Weijin's cold eyes showed a slight change in emotion, and his palm felt soft to the touch.

Yan Zhuoyu's smile was alluring, and her usually cool and clear voice was now tinged with a touch of tenderness and huskiness. She deliberately leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Husband, you should reflect on why you think I'm tired."

"Is it because you're getting older, your sensitivity isn't what it used to be, and you're starting to feel the strain?"

Upon hearing this, the man simply chuckled softly twice: "Alright, then let's do as our darling prefers."

He said nothing more, letting her do as she pleased, his left hand assisting her while his right hand was also restless.

Yan Zhuoyu's petticoat had three buttons undone; she was never used to sleeping in her underwear.

As the movement intensified, the clothing on her right shoulder slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair skin flushed with rosy hues.

She braced herself against the man's abdomen with both hands. Beneath the soft robe, his body temperature was burning hot, making her palms numb. Or perhaps it was the influence of emotions, but every inch of her skin became unusually sensitive.

Yan Zhuoyu wanted to reach out and straighten her clothes, but the man who had said he would let her do as she pleased deliberately straightened his back.

The sensations of ice and fire, two extremes, surged like an electric current from the tailbone straight to the brain.

She was kneeling, then her body went limp and she collapsed onto him. Her breathing became rapid, her heart pounded like a drum, and her body trembled slightly.

Because they were still in the old house, and although the room was far from where Lin Qinglan and the others were staying, Yan Zhuoyu still dared not make a sound.

She bit her red lips tightly, her suppressed breathing carrying a heavy sense of ambiguity, and a sweet, alluring fragrance enveloped Pei Weijin.

Pei Weijin's slightly warm palm, with just the right amount of pressure, gently stroked Yan Zhuoyu's back in a comforting manner.

Her black hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and her delicate face was completely buried in the man's neck.

The man carefully tucked Yan Zhuoyu's black hair behind her ear, and whispered in her deep, magnetic voice, "Baby, don't bite."

A large hand gently stroked the back of her neck, as if petting a kitten, tender and comforting.

Yan Zhuoyu lifted her head with the man's help, her watery eyes sparkling, the upturned corners of her eyes tinged with a beautiful red, making her alluring.

"What……?"

Her mind was a bit confused, and she was being moved around, unable to figure out what Pei Weijin meant by "don't bite".

It wasn't until her lips were damp, and the refreshing scent of mint and pine filled her mouth, that Yan Zhuoyu finally realized what was happening.

Oh, so that's why you shouldn't bite here.

The answer had just surfaced in her mind when another thought popped up.

Yan Zhuoyu wanted to embarrass him, but she didn't expect that when the man felt the force, he suddenly exerted more force, which ended up causing her to suffer the loss.

A short, sharp sound escaped her lips as her neatly trimmed fingertips dug into the flesh of the man's back.

"Pei Weijin! Keep your voice down, what if someone hears us? It'll be so embarrassing when we wake up tomorrow morning, okay?"

"It won't be heard."

Pei Weijin avoided the main point and only answered the latter question, conveying a very simple meaning: everything is in the actions.

He showed no restraint, maintaining the same strength and speed.

"Honey, do you like tonight?"

Yan Zhuoyu gripped Pei Weijin's clothes tightly, struggling to maintain her balance, and said firmly, "I don't like it!"

"Is that so?" A smile flickered in Pei Weijin's light gray eyes.

"If you don't like it, why are you being so unusually..."

The man let her wrap her arms around his neck, and in an instant, they switched positions.

The sound was very soft, yet it contained an endless sense of provocation.

Yan Zhuoyu rested her head on the soft pillow, her fox-like eyes wide open, and she grabbed Pei Weijin's collar with an incredulous look.

What did she just hear? Slippery? What indecent words!

"You're not allowed to speak anymore. Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

Tonight, not a single word the man uttered was something she wanted to hear!

But Yan Zhuoyu's reaction didn't lie. Pei Weijin seemed to have noticed her preference, and spoke slowly, completely different from his actions.

"Honey, you did the same thing in the apartment's underground parking garage and by the pool. Do you prefer thrilling places or more forceful experiences?"

Yan Zhuoyu couldn't feel any coldness at all; she only felt hot all over, even hotter than Pei Weijin, who had a fever.

Her ears turned bright red: "So what if it is? It's a pity that someone is too old to understand these tricks."

Pei Weijin did not show any anger or provocation on his face. Instead, he responded very seriously and humbly: "It's okay, I can learn."

His serious attitude only made Yan Zhuoyu feel more ashamed.

"What are you going to learn? You can't learn it!"

She grabbed the man's clothes and struggled to get up, wanting to shut Pei Weijin's unpleasant mouth.

But Pei Weijin simply used a little force to lay her back down on the bed.

Immediately afterwards, a leather belt appeared on Yan Zhuoyu's wrist, connected to the headboard.

Pei Weijin gently covered her eyes again, his tone slightly cool: "I will study hard, baby, please teach me patiently."

When vision is deprived, other senses become exceptionally acute.

Pei Weijin seemed to be learning seriously, asking Yan Zhuoyu questions about his experience with every movement.

"Does the baby like this?"

"Is it okay here?"

"Is the baby uncomfortable? Why is the baby hiding? But judging from the baby's reaction, the baby doesn't seem to dislike it."

……

Two hours later, Yan Zhuoyu was carried to the bathroom.

Her eyes were half-closed as she leaned weakly against the cushion, her voice faint: "Pei Weijin, what kind of fever reducer did you take? Is it fake...?"

Pei Weijin's hands were covered in shower gel bubbles as he carefully applied them to her body. His body temperature was lower than Yan Zhuoyu's.

"It's not fake medicine, it works very well, and the temperature has already dropped below 37 degrees Celsius."

"You used me to cool down!"

Yan Zhuoyu glared at him, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it at Pei Weijin in protest.

Pei Weijin paused, and a drop of water splashed onto his face.

He slowly raised his head, a smile gleaming in his eyes, and said casually, "My darling is right, that medicine really does seem fake. I feel my temperature rising again, could you help me, the patient, again?"

"The kind that you can do whatever you want with."

Yan Zhuoyu: "..."

She laid her legs flat and slowly sank into the bathtub, letting the water submerge her.

How shameless! Who is really being manipulated here?