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

Chapter 105 I'll make more chapters you like.

It was already past midnight when it ended. Logically speaking, after such strenuous physical activity, one should fall asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow, but Yan Zhuoyu couldn't fall asleep at all while lying in bed.

On the large bed covered with minimalist black bedding, she casually draped her legs over the soft down comforter, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

On Yan Zhuoyu's calves, which were wrapped in a blanket, there were a few plum-red hickeys on her delicate, fair skin. Looking up along the silky nightgown, her sexy collarbone and the back of her neck were also covered with traces of their lovemaking. The areas covered by the nightgown were even more indescribable.

The alluring red mole on her collarbone was completely submerged, and it was impossible to find it among the hickeys for a while.

Yan Zhuoyu looked at the front-facing camera of her phone and touched her slightly hot earlobe.

"so annoying."

I should have known better than to tell Pei Weijin that she had no plans for the next few days.

Once she starts talking, it's like she's on steroids; she doesn't miss a thing. Now, not only does her back ache, but her arms tremble when she lifts them.

Yan Zhuoyu put down her phone, propped her elbows on the edge of the bed, and stared blankly at the still-lit bathroom.

"You usually take a shower pretty quickly, why are you taking so long to come out today?"

Although Pei Weijin did the physical labor in the second half, he even helped her take a bath afterward, so she couldn't have fainted from exhaustion inside.

With a whoosh, the bathroom door opened, and the light shining on her face became much brighter.

A cool mist, carrying the sweet and sour scent of preserved plums, was delivered to Yan Zhuoyu.

"Why are you using my shower gel without permission?"

Pei Weijin, having changed into his bathrobe, stepped back a little, just enough for Yan Zhuoyu, who was lying on the bed, to see his entire body.

He waved the pearl-embroidered lace garment he had already washed, then unfolded it by holding two thin straps and shook it a couple of times.

"I didn't steal it. This kind of underwear uses your special lingerie laundry detergent."

Yan Zhuoyu gave a blank "oh," saying, "Just say it directly, why do you have to show off in front of me?"

"Boys are strong, so they are good at doing housework, and they can do it quickly and well."

"If you like, I'll make more."

After Pei Weijin hung the "pearl hairband" to dry on the balcony, he put the rest of the clothes into the washing machine to wash and dry.

After finishing all that, he finally had some free time and sat down on the edge of the bed. Just as his fingertips touched the phone screen, Yan Zhuoyu reached out to him.

She leaned half her body towards Pei Weijin, her left elbow resting lightly on the bed, while her right hand hooked around the hem of his pants.

Yan Zhuoyu touched the fabric in shock. This style, this size.

Wasn't it the one-size-fits-all men's underwear she casually picked out at the mall that day?

"Didn't you say it was too small? Why are you still wearing it?"

Pei Weijin wasn't lying when he said the size wasn't right. He forced himself into the shorts, which were elasticated at the waist and barely fit. The pant legs were fairly loose, but the area around his chest was tight.

It's incredibly attractive and has a strong presence at first glance.

"You bought this especially for me, it would be a waste not to wear it."

Yan Zhuoyu loosened her fingers, and the elastic band that had been tightened snapped back, making a snapping sound, and a patch of red skin appeared on the man's lower back.

"Don't be ridiculous. These pants only cost a few dozen yuan, less than one percent of the price of your tie. Is this what you call a waste? If you can't wear them, you can alter them and use them as rags or something."

But Mr. Pei, who is worth hundreds of millions and spends large sums of money casually, said: "Wearing it a few more times will loosen it up."

I wore shoes that were too tight when I was a child.

"..."

As Yan Zhuoyu moved, the shoulder strap of her dark blue nightgown slipped halfway down and got caught on her upper arm. Pei Weijin turned his head and saw this.

The stark contrast between the pure white and deep blue creates a powerful visual impact.

Pei Weijin's eyes darkened slightly as he helped her adjust her bra straps, his voice a little hoarse: "On the condition that you put your clothes on properly, otherwise I'll strangle you if you do this every day."

Yan Zhuoyu straightened her clothes, then pulled the blanket up to cover her chest and above. After hesitating for a while, she pointed to her head and said to him, "Something here is a little abnormal about you."

The dryer stopped running, and Pei Weijin remained silent, getting up to take out the dried clothes.

He was wearing those tight pants and swaying back and forth in front of Yan Zhuoyu.

Within seconds, Yan Zhuoyu gave in: "Okay, okay, I'll buy you a new one right now, alright? Go and change this one quickly, then go to bed."

She couldn't control her eyes anymore.

"it is good."

Having achieved his goal, Pei Weijin quickly changed his clothes, washed them, and then lay back down on the bed.

Yan Zhuoyu turned her back to him and muttered softly, "Go ahead and be dramatic. I'll buy you a bunch of sexy panties to wear to work."

On the other side of the bed, Pei Weijin lay flat on the bed, maintaining his usual "healthy sleeping posture".

But less than a minute later, he turned over and leaned towards Yan Zhuoyu.

Yan Zhuoyu, who was picking out clothes, was suddenly pulled close by Pei Weijin, who put his arm around her waist and pressed his firm chest against her.

"What are you doing?"

Pei Weijin's hand naturally rested on her side, the two almost touching. He rubbed against the back of Yan Zhuoyu's neck with satisfaction, his voice lazy and comfortable: "Sleep."

Yan Zhuoyu quickly ordered two pieces of clothing in the right size, casually tossed her phone on the bedside table, and joked, "Oh, this doesn't meet your standards for a healthy sleeping posture. What if you sleep with me in your arms and wake up the next day with scoliosis, cervical spondylosis, back pain or other ailments? I, a small-time actress, can't take the responsibility."

The person behind him pretended to be dead and didn't speak. After a while, his breathing became even and deep.

He had fallen asleep, which made Yan Zhuoyu uneasy.

Previously, the two of them slept separately. Although she was restless in her sleep, often putting her legs on Pei Weijin's body or hugging his arm tightly at night, those were all unconscious behaviors.

Yan Zhuoyu frowned suddenly as she thought of this.

That's not right. A few days ago, when she slept at Yan's house, there were so many large dolls next to her, but she didn't hug any of them when she woke up the next day.

Could it be that Pei Weijin was secretly plotting something all night long...?

Once the thought came to mind, Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes and pondered it for half an hour, but still couldn't fall asleep.

She quietly retrieved her phone and searched for the words "压浪" on Weibo.

Several trending terms related to male celebrities riding horses immediately popped up.

The marketing accounts and comments section are all focusing on the mid-level marketing, and they weren't lying to her.

Yan Zhuoyu scrolled through videos on the term "Ya Lang," one after another, all featuring handsome men in ancient costumes galloping on horseback.

She was so engrossed in scrolling that she didn't notice the person behind her catch their breath.

The phone screen was rather dim, and Yan Zhuoyu swiped again, when several familiar faces suddenly came into view.

It is a video of Pei Weijin, Fu Zhuchen, and Huo Wenji competing in a private horse race in the UK.