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

Chapter 242 I Want to Protect You One More Time

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, the two played games until eight o'clock. Since they didn't have to stay up all night, they went to bed early.

But at ten o'clock, the two of them secretly woke up at the same time.

Pei Weijin looked at Yan Zhuoyu, who had just touched her phone, and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Yan Zhuoyu remained calm and composed: "No, I just drank too much water last night and got up to go to the bathroom. You should go to sleep."

Pei Weijin responded and then asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"

"No need, it's just a few steps, you should go to sleep."

Yan Zhuoyu got up and went to the bathroom for half an hour. When she came back, she saw that the bedroom lights were off and there was no movement, so she assumed that Pei Weijin had really fallen asleep.

She felt relieved and lifted the covers, returning to her bed.

The phone screen brightness has been turned down to the lowest setting so it won't shine into the eyes of the person next to me.

Tonight is not New Year's Eve, but Yan Zhuoyu still wants to stay up one more night.

She covered her mouth and yawned, scrolling through Weibo out of boredom, her eyes a little dry.

Noticing the person next to her move, she quickly turned off her phone screen, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but a hand wrapped around her waist and her back pressed against the man's chest, warm and reliable.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Pei Weijin smiled helplessly, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and gently patted her back to lull her to sleep.

Yan Zhuoyu pulled his hand down and lay down facing him: "Weren't you awake too?"

"Since you weren't asleep, I didn't sleep either."

"Oh, don't worry about me. Go to sleep if you're sleepy. I stayed up late for the elders yesterday, and I want to stay up late for you again today. When we were little, you wished for me to live to be a hundred years old, and you wished for me to live to be a hundred years old yesterday too. I'm two hundred years old now, and you're only a hundred."

Yan Zhuoyu traced numbers on his body with her fingers: "This won't do. Without you, how boring would it be for me to live alone for the next hundred years? Go to sleep now, let me guard you one more time."

Pei Weijin grabbed her hand, his eyes mocking, "If Miss Yan keeps going like this, her lifespan will be reduced by one year."

Yan Zhuoyu said mysteriously, "You don't understand. The experts said that staying up late happily isn't staying up late; working overtime is what really means staying up late."

He suggested, "Since we're not going to sleep, why don't we go out and set off fireworks together?"

"Won't setting off fireworks at this time be too noisy for the neighbors?"

Yan Zhuoyu listened quietly to the incessant sound of firecrackers outside; it seemed that everyone was disturbing the peace.

"Uncle Tian bought sparklers. They're silent, so he can play them in his own yard without disturbing the neighbors."

As soon as Pei Weijin finished speaking, he saw the person next to him sit up abruptly.

Yan Zhuoyu raised her fist: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Pei Weijin got up, took the coat hanging on the rack and draped it over her shoulders: "Put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."

Yan Zhuoyu was no longer sleepy; perhaps it was because her husband was pleasing to the eye that even her eyes no longer hurt.

She stood at attention, full of energy: "Yes, sir!"

The night was as dark as velvet, with countless stars illuminating it.

Yan Zhuoyu held six fairy wands in her hand and held them out to Pei Weijin for him to light.

A flash of light, and it burst into tiny, dazzling fireworks, like fireflies.

"Wow! So beautiful."

Yan Zhuoyu exclaimed in admiration, quickly struck a pose, and took Pei Weijin's arm: "Quick, quick, let's take a picture together."

Beautiful things should definitely be recorded.

A sparkler doesn't burn for very long, but that's enough time to take a few nice photos.

Just as the two were huddled together selecting photos to post on their WeChat Moments, a magnificent firework burst into the sky with a bang—a phoenix rising from the ashes.

The phoenix weaves through the clouds, and just as it is about to disappear, it is reborn in flames, transforming into countless sparks that form an even more magnificent phoenix, utterly romantic and full of vitality, illuminating almost the entire sky.

Yan Zhuoyu tugged at the sleeve of the person next to her: "Quick, let's borrow some light to make a wish. I wonder if the people setting off the fireworks will blame us for taking away their good fortune."

She clasped her hands together, looked up at the sky, and the red flames reflected in her bright eyes, like a raging fire, making her look radiant and beautiful.

Pei Weijin said softly, "No."

"How do you know it won't happen?"

Yan Zhuoyu closed her eyes and felt the wind, which had been as cold and sharp as a knife, become gentle and tender.

Pei Weijin smiled faintly and remained silent, then followed Yan Zhuoyu's example and closed his eyes to make a wish.

When she opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was Pei Weijin.

The silver wedding ring on the man's ring finger gleamed in the light of the fireworks, and his cold, hard profile was made even more defined by the flickering light and shadow.

He seemed to have made a wish, or perhaps he felt the gaze of the person beside him, and then he opened his eyes.

The vibrant colors of fireworks were reflected in his grey eyes, gentle as the still sea, capable of drowning one.

Under the dazzling fireworks, lovers embrace and stay together.