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

Chapter 176 How could I not want you to kiss me? I just want you to kiss me a few more times.

After dinner, Pei Weijin went upstairs quietly. He was never a talkative person, and even when chatting with Lin Qinglan about everyday things, he was always somewhat serious and found it difficult to relax.

For example, last time, Lin Qinglan jokingly said that one of her girlfriends was too sharp-tongued and offended her.

Pei Weijin simply nodded slightly, then swiftly and decisively declared that he would take action to make Lin Qinglan's little sister "fall from grace," truly achieving his goal of responding to every matter and implementing it on the spot.

As a result, Lin Qinglan was not very willing to talk to him much, feeling that Pei Weijin and Pei Jincheng sitting on either side of her were like two cold stone lions.

Pei Weijin returned to the bedroom early. After washing up, he carefully prepared a bath for Yan Zhuoyu. He added soothing essential oils to the bathtub and adjusted it to the most suitable constant temperature.

Yan Zhuoyu entered the bathroom and, as was her habit, immediately took off her clothes and slid into the bathtub.

The water flowed over her swan-like white neck. After soaking for a while, she sat up straight, the water level just below her heart.

Her skin is delicate and sensitive, and it is easy to leave marks. When she soaks in hot water, the skin below her collarbone turns a faint blush.

Before boarding the plane in Italy, Yan Zhuoyu had already taken a shower and changed her clothes. Now she just wanted to take a bath to relax and hopefully improve her sleep quality.

Unfortunately, the movie isn't finished filming yet, and I have to get up early tomorrow morning to start work, going to Tibet with Director Fu and the others.

Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the soft cushion in the bathtub, her long, black hair tied back with a small hair clip. Her eyes were closed, and she was in a daze. Fine blood vessels could be seen on her eyelids, and her black eyelashes trembled gently, like butterfly wings about to take flight.

Fifteen minutes later, when she reached for the clothes on the rack, she found nothing.

"Oh no, I forgot to bring my clothes."

From entering the bathroom to taking a bath, her every movement was so smooth. Pei Weijin had prepared everything for her, so she just took a bath without even bringing a towel.

Thinking of the chill outside, Yan Zhuoyu shrank further into the bathtub and called out, "Pei Weijin!"

Almost the instant she finished speaking, Pei Weijin's voice followed, accompanied by increasingly closer footsteps.

He gently pushed the door open a crack and asked with concern, "What's wrong, darling?"

Yan Zhuoyu hadn't expected him to arrive so quickly; she hadn't even finished her second sentence. She peeked out and continued, "I forgot my bath towel and pajamas, could you get them for me?"

Her eyes crinkled into a smile, and she sweetly added, "Thank you, husband."

"Okay, here we come."

When Pei Weijin asked her questions, he only opened the door a crack, afraid that the cold wind would blow in and make her catch a cold. When he went out to get a bath towel, he quickly closed the door.

After Yan Zhuoyu finished tidying up, the lamp on her desk was still on.

The man sat upright in the ergonomic chair, his silver-rimmed glasses gleaming with a cold metallic sheen. He was focused, his long, slender fingers tapping on the keyboard.

Hearing the bathroom door close, he saved the file and, as if programmed, naturally followed Yan Zhuoyu to her side.

"It's nine o'clock, time for bed, baby?"

Yan Zhuoyu sat on the edge of the bed, lazily yawned, and glanced at the computer screen on the desk.

"Don't you still have some work to finish? There must be a lot of documents piling up these past few days. Perfect timing, I also need to take care of some company affairs."

Pei Weijin smiled faintly and pulled out another chair for her: "Okay, President Yan, shall we work together then?"

Yan Zhuoyu felt a little lazy. She had just taken a shower and felt warm, dry, and comfortable all over. She didn't want to sit on a cold, hard chair to work.

"Honey, could you please bring me my laptop? I'd like to work from the headboard, is that alright?"

Pei Weijin chuckled and obediently took her laptop, even turning it on for her with a thoughtful gesture, showing no sign of impatience.

However, when Yan Zhuoyu reached out to take it, the man pulled his hand back.

He held the laptop in one hand, tilted his head slightly, and looked at her leisurely, his tone drawn out: "Baby, does the word 'husband' only follow imperative sentences in your vocabulary?"

"what?"

Yan Zhuoyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up and threw herself into Pei Weijin's arms.

Having just finished showering, the scent of plum essential oil on her body was exceptionally strong. She wrapped her arms around Pei Weijin's waist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the chin.

"No, honey, I call you that now too. I'm just worried that if you call me that too often, you'll find it boring."

Yan Zhuoyu originally wanted to kiss Pei Weijin's lips, but he not only didn't lower his head, but also deliberately raised his chin. The height difference between the two of them made it difficult for her to kiss his chin.

The man's large hand rested on her waist, while his other hand held the laptop steadily without wobbling.

He slowly looked down at her: "It won't lose its novelty. Besides 'husband,' you can also call me 'baby,' 'darling,' or 'darling.' These are all acceptable terms for your legal husband. However, my wife doesn't seem too willing to call me that. Does she not like me?"

"Well... I just told you I love you, there needs to be an adjustment period, right? Didn't it take you a long time before you started calling me by other names?"

Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, not wanting to dwell on the topic any longer. So she grabbed the front of his shirt for leverage, wanting to kiss Pei Weijin's lips again.

Pei Weijin lowered his head seemingly to cooperate, but just as she was about to get close, he deliberately raised his chin again.

He felt the woman's soft touch, and the aroma of preserved plums filled the air. He felt very comfortable and his heart was full.

He was even happier to receive two kisses for free.

"Fine, then we won't kiss!"

Yan Zhuoyu glared at him with displeasure, snatched the computer from his hand, and was about to go to bed to work.

"How could I not want you to kiss me? I just want you to kiss me a few more times."

The man encircled her wrist, gently pulled her into his arms, and placed a kiss on Yan Zhuoyu's forehead, as soft as a feather brushing against her, as if she were a precious treasure.

Pei Weijin gave her one last hug: "Okay, baby, focus on your work."

Yan Zhuoyu slipped into the fluffy, soft quilt. She leaned against the soft pillows, placed her thin notebook on her lap, and adopted a standard "bad office posture," which was completely inconsistent with Pei Weijin's requirements for a healthy lifestyle.

She watched Pei Weijin walk towards his desk, recalling his words, and mumbled dryly, "Keep working hard, baby."

The voice was so soft that even if you were close by, you might not be able to hear it clearly. Yan Zhuoyu herself couldn't hear what was said; her mind was a complete mess.

Such cloying words coming from her mouth...

She usually only calls Qin Zhuyue "baby" and "darling," and she's never called anyone else that.

Especially her own husband.

Pei Weijin did not stop walking, nor did he turn around, as if he truly had not heard.

Yan Zhuoyu coughed lightly twice, thinking he hadn't heard her. Her face cooled slightly, and she sat up straight, pretending to be calm.

Practice makes perfect, so this time she raised her voice: "Honey, work hard and earn me more pocket money. I'll reward you with a white wolf ring, and we'll wear it as our new wedding ring."

"it is good."

Pei Weijin earned two more "baby" calls for nothing. He wouldn't miss a single word from Yan Zhuoyu; he would take every word to heart. If he didn't hear something clearly, he would ask on the spot. There was no way he wouldn't have heard it.

He unplugged the power cord, picked up his computer, and walked to the other side of the bed.

The bed sank slightly, and Yan Zhuoyu looked at him strangely as he also crawled into the covers.

The bed, which was originally a bit chilly, became warm.

Yan Zhuoyu asked with a deliberately amused smile, "Why did you end up on the bed? This position isn't very good for your cervical and lumbar spine. Does it meet your requirements for a healthy sitting posture?"

After all, all the chairs, tables, keyboards, and other furniture in the house were custom-made by Pei Weijin, perfectly fitting the height and build of the two of them, making them incredibly comfortable to sit in and conforming to the curves of the human body.

Pei Weijin's gaze behind his glasses was cool yet gentle: "The old man thinks that it's enough that he's good to us."