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Chapter 198 He has the energy again?

eight pm.

Pei Weijin carefully inspected the used umbrella and, after confirming that it was undamaged, tied the trash bag back up.

He turned to look at Yan Zhuoyu, who was still lying in bed, and went over to pull the blanket off her head.

Yan Zhuoyu gripped the blanket tightly, and her legs, which were clamped on the blanket, subconsciously shrank into the blanket.

The voice sounded somewhat muffled through the blankets: "I don't want it anymore."

Pei Weijin reluctantly let go, patting her lower back lightly: "Sweetie, go to the bathroom and rinse off quickly first, I'll give you a bath later, okay?"

"Really?"

Yan Zhuoyu then crawled out from under the covers.

Her hair was a little messy, and the bright red dance dress she had worn was now only half hanging on her body, with several tear marks on the thin hem.

That last time, she was so exhausted that Pei Weijin stopped halfway through and let go, and she collapsed onto the bed, feeling weak all over.

Pei Weijin was worried that she would catch a cold, so he draped a thin blanket over her.

However, although this time the attack was quite severe, it didn't leave many marks on the skin. There was only a faint tooth mark on the bare ankle, which has faded considerably by now.

Pei Weijin did not answer Yan Zhuoyu's question directly. Seeing that she had lifted the blanket, he carried her to the bathroom and made her sit down.

Before leaving, he gripped the doorknob and said, "Call me when you're done showering, and I'll have someone come up and clean the room."

"Good~"

By the time Yan Zhuoyu finished tidying up, the hotel staff had also completed the room cleaning.

She lay comfortably in the bathtub, her head resting on the edge, enjoying the soothing sensation of the water, slightly warmer than her body temperature, washing over her scalp.

The steaming heat was very relaxing.

Pei Weijin said he would give her a bath, but it was more like a massage.

Yan Zhuoyu didn't know where he learned his skills, but they were even more proficient than those of professionals in beauty salons.

Regardless of how she learned to benefit from massage, she ended up enjoying it.

"Director Pei, move a little to the right. This acupoint feels a bit sore. Did you catch a chill from the wind on your way back?"

She coughed, mimicking the old lady, "Oh dear, I'm getting old, I'm no longer useful."

Pei Weijin massaged her scalp with his fingertips, and the light pink shampoo was rubbed into rich foam, emitting a faint plum fragrance.

He sat on a small stool and patiently replied, "You're not old, you're still young, younger than me."

“Even when you get old, I can give you massages to relieve your pain. I studied elderly care; I specifically sought out a teacher to learn from when my grandmother had surgery.”

Yan Zhuoyu opened her eyes and looked at Pei Weijin's serious expression, and was speechless for a moment.

Okay, what a filial son...

No wonder his massage felt so good; he was treating her like an old lady who couldn't move.

Yan Zhuoyu simply closed her eyes and seriously began to play the role of the old lady, just as a preview of the role, hoping that she might receive similar scripts in the future.

She was very self-disciplined; whatever position Pei Weijin asked her to change to, she would comply.

After showering and putting on her bathrobe, she slipped on her slippers and, as if boneless, rested her forehead against Pei Weijin's back, following closely behind him.

My empty stomach protested listlessly twice more.

Yan Zhuoyu drawled lazily as she ordered, "Pei Weijin, I'm hungry."

She was only so relaxed and willful in front of Pei Weijin.

When she lives alone or works with Qiao Xinyun, she is very self-disciplined. If she is hungry, she will just quietly open a food delivery app or eat the crew's boxed lunch. In short, she will never go hungry.

"hungry?"

Pei Weijin stopped and looked down at her: "You have energy again?"