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

Chapter 249 Is this what my husband is looking for? Ice and Fire Dual Heaven.

Taking a bath is especially difficult in winter, and this is also true for Yan Zhuoyu, who has a slight tendency to procrastinate.

She returned to the hotel and lingered for a while, either aimlessly fiddling with her luggage or staring blankly at her phone screen. In reality, apart from Pei Weijin, no one had messaged her. A free-spirited woman like Qin Zhuyue had already packed up and sent herself to Siberia to gather inspiration.

Thinking about seeing Pei Weijin soon and going home together, Yan Zhuoyu tried hard to tame herself, picked up her phone and went into the bathroom.

Meng Yuting had already submitted a flight plan application to the local civil aviation administration, and Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin returned by helicopter.

This helicopter was one of the birthday gifts Yan Zhuoyu gave to Pei Weijin. It was specially customized, with comfort and safety as its main features.

The cabin is spacious and fully equipped with facilities such as beds, mini kitchens, coffee shops, and bathrooms. There is also a specially set-up office area to facilitate Pei Weijin's business on the plane.

Pei Weijin has been using these gifts ever since he received them. When talking with business partners and asked about them, he always smiles and replies, "These are birthday gifts from my wife. They're a couple's set, one for each of us."

Over time, almost everyone in the company knew that their boss was a hopeless romantic. They could all readily recount a few lines about the love story between President Yan and President Pei.

After boarding the helicopter, Yan Zhuoyu and Pei Weijin barely exchanged a few words before Yan Zhuoyu fell asleep with her head on his arm.

When she woke up again, she was already in her bed at home, awakened by the heat.

Yan Zhuoyu felt uncomfortably hot, so she gently pulled her arm out from under the covers.

Pei Weijin, who was never a deep sleeper, woke up after noticing her movement and asked, "What's wrong, wife? Are you thirsty and want some water?"

When Yan Zhuoyu saw that he was awake, she simply sat up straight and fanned herself with her hand: "I want to drink some water, my throat is a little dry, and it's so hot at home today."

"Is it hot?" Pei Weijin asked, somewhat puzzled.

Before going to bed, he specifically adjusted the room temperature to the most comfortable 26 degrees Celsius, and it has not increased or decreased since then.

Remembering that Yan Zhuoyu had mentioned getting caught in the rain while filming on the way back, I couldn't help but feel a little worried.

A small water dispenser was placed in one corner of the bedroom. Pei Weijin got up to pour water and turned on the bedside nightlight.

He returned with a glass of water and looked at her in the warm yellow light: "Wife, your face is so red. Come here, let me touch your forehead. Do you have a fever?"

"That's probably impossible. I haven't had a fever in a long time."

Yan Zhuoyu touched her forehead first, but unfortunately her hand was also hot, so she couldn't tell the difference.

She obediently raised her head, letting Pei Weijin feel her temperature.

Pei Weijin placed his warm palm on her forehead, leaving it for only two or three seconds before moving away.

He had a rough idea of ​​what was going on: "It's probably a cold and fever. Let me find the thermometer, and you can take your temperature again."

Yan Zhuoyu slowly lay back down, feeling even hotter and her muscles starting to ache.

She propped her head up and watched Pei Weijin rummage through the drawer. For some reason, she suddenly chuckled.

"Honey, do you think we're destined to be together? Last time you had a fever, this time I have a fever, will it be your turn next time?"

Pei Weijin took out the thermometer, glanced at the scale, and then shook it a few times.

He handed it to Yan Zhuoyu and said, "Perhaps, I can choose not to have a fever next time? It would be even better if neither of us had a fever."

When Yan Zhuoyu took out the thermometer and saw the number 39.2 degrees Celsius, she spoke weakly, just like a patient who had learned that she had a serious illness.

She had a good attitude and even joked, "Impressive, isn't it? It's a degree higher than your last fever."

Pei Weijin knew from a young age that sick people needed to be comforted, especially since the sick person this time was his wife, so he needed to comfort her even more.

"My baby is amazing, even with a fever, he's so good."

Seeing Pei Weijin searching for medicine, Yan Zhuoyu wrapped herself in a blanket and rolled over to his side, pressing her finger on the small red and blue box.

"Is this what my husband is looking for? It's like a mix of hot and cold."

Her wistful expression clearly showed that she still remembered what happened when someone had a fever last time.

Pei Weijin glanced at her, then pressed a finger against Yan Zhuoyu's forehead, pushing her back onto the bed. He said expressionlessly, "Lie still. You have a fever of over 39 degrees Celsius. Don't do anything rash."

Undeterred, Yan Zhuoyu pointed to the wardrobe again: "Didn't you say last time that you wanted me to help you check how to wear the wolf tail and wolf ears? Now that we have the chance, I'll take a look for you."

Pei Weijin remained unmoved, having already found the fever reducer, and said, "We'll see when you're better."

The more he refused, the more excited Yan Zhuoyu became: "Husband, you're so cold. Don't you like me anymore? Or are you no longer capable?"

She stubbornly sat up, her large, clear eyes staring intently at a certain spot.

“It looks promising, so why not?”

Pei Weijin ignored her provocation, held the pill to her lips, and handed her a glass of water at the same time: "Take your medicine and go to bed early. If you feel unwell or want to drink water in the middle of the night, just wake me up."

Yan Zhuoyu tilted her head back and swallowed the pill, but because she didn't swallow it in time, the pill lingered in her throat for a moment, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

She drank the whole glass of water in one gulp to wash away the bitterness: "Don't change the subject, didn't we do it when you had a fever before?"

Yan Zhuoyu softly pressed herself against Pei Weijin, like a liquid kitten, her slender fingertips slowly drawing little hearts in the man's palm, blatantly seducing him: "This time it's my turn to be at your mercy, Mr. Pei."

Pei Weijin looked down at her, his eyes dark and unfathomable.

He cupped his palm around Yan Zhuoyu's hand, his expression cold and reserved, still refusing unmoved: "No, you have a fever."

"Why are you applying double standards?" Yan Zhuoyu said, displeased.

She seemed to have found something fun and started teasing Pei Weijin relentlessly.

No matter how she tried to seduce him, Pei Weijin only ever said two words: "No."

Yan Zhuoyu was exhausted after all that fussing and muttered, "This is discrimination."

"This is love."

Pei Weijin gently touched her ear, which was surprisingly hot.

He reached out and turned off the small lamp on the bedside table: "Go to sleep, sweetie. If your fever doesn't break by tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital or call the family doctor to come to our house for an IV drip."

When she had a fever, her eyes would feel a burning sensation. Combined with the sedative effect of the medication, Yan Zhuoyu snuggled against Pei Weijin's arm and quickly drifted off to sleep again.

After falling asleep, she vaguely felt Pei Weijin wake up several times in the middle of the night, gently touching her forehead to check her temperature.

Yan Zhuoyu was burning up and couldn't open her eyes, but she still cooperated by rubbing against him randomly or giving him a kiss as payment.

I don't know what power Pei Weijin used to wake up so many times without setting an alarm.