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

Chapter 229 The puppy requests two more times

Yan Zhuoyu braced herself on the table, suddenly stood up, and turned to look at Pei Weijin, her fair earlobes flushed crimson.

"Pei Weijin, you're being unreasonable! How can those four kisses count as two?"

Pei Weijin seemed considerate, but in reality, he left no room for negotiation: "Baby, do you want to start paying off the debt today, or wait until tomorrow? If you start tonight, you can rest for another day."

Yan Zhuoyu tried to struggle: "If that's the case, four kisses count as two, then conversely, 39 kisses would be 78 kisses, right?"

"Yes, my wife is so smart, I love you so much."

Pei Weijin took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it.

When he was by Yan Zhuoyu's side, even if the two of them didn't say a word, he felt very comforted, like a lonely bird that had been wandering for a long time finally having a place to land.

Yan Zhuoyu's eyes lit up, and she used her other free hand to grab Pei Weijin's clothes, holding a small wad of silky shirt fabric in her hand.

"That……"

Does this mean he agreed? He even kissed the back of his hand.

Yan Zhuoyu began to nitpick, revealing a calculating look in her eyes just like her husband's: "You kissed the back of my hand without my consent, which is extremely egregious and should be offset twice. Since you agreed, I'll start paying back the debt now."

Hmph, it's just seventy-odd kisses, no big deal.

Yan Zhuoyu got ready, stood on tiptoe, and placed her hands on Pei Weijin's shoulders.

But the height difference between them told her that if Pei Weijin didn't lower his head in cooperation, it would be difficult for her to kiss him easily.

Not to mention, the man's thick, hard index finger was currently pressed against her lips.

The rough texture of the cold white fingertips, the way they rubbed against her crimson lips, was inexplicably erotic; in just a few strokes, her lip color gradually became alluring.

A deep male voice whispered in her ear: "Honey, this conversion method won't work."

Putting aside Pei Weijin's actions, his serious yet somewhat cold tone made it sound like he was discussing a math problem.

Good-looking people are always easily forgiven. Just like now, Yan Zhuoyu should be righteously pointing fingers at Pei Weijin's back and condemning his shameless behavior.

But when Yan Zhuoyu looked up, she was immediately drawn into the man's cold, lonely starry eyes, which were pure and bright, reflecting her.

The melodious piano music that was playing in the living room gradually came to an end, the sound gradually faded, and then it automatically switched to the next song.

Yan Zhuoyu felt a sense of familiarity with the song.

It's that deadly English song again, "Tease".

The last time she listened to this song, she listened to it for so long and found it too difficult to listen to amidst the ups and downs, that she can now recite the lyrics backwards.

Jacking it smacking it ah yeh.

Slip in it push in it grind in it ah.

……

Boy your tease they make me wet.

The two experiences were different in mindset, but they were indeed, as the lyrics say, new senses and new physical sensations.

His actions stirred a storm within her.

Pei Weijin looked at Yan Zhuoyu, who was lost in thought, and smiled, "Why are you standing there blankly?"

He touched Yan Zhuoyu's round earlobes. His grandmother had once said that such earlobes were a symbol of good fortune.

Although he didn't have it, he felt that it might grow now.

"Alright, stop fooling around. If you don't eat now, the food will get cold."

The singer's beautiful, low, and husky voice flowed like a stream.

Just as Pei Weijin was about to withdraw his hand, he suddenly caught another clear female voice.

In a daze, Yan Zhuoyu murmured, "What should I eat? Can I eat you?"

Immediately afterwards, the man felt his fingers being pulled back and enveloped by something warm and moist, the slippery touch sending a shiver down his spine.

What followed was the slight, stinging sensation of his teeth biting into his first knuckle.

Like a tiger that restrains its strength and plays with humans, a large and ferocious feline.

Pei Weijin uttered a slightly questioning sound: "Hmm?"

After realizing what she had done, Yan Zhuoyu blushed from her cheeks to her neck.

Damn, male beauty is a killer! How did I get so bewitched!

I'll delete this song from my playlist in a bit.

She shifted her gaze, naturally sat back down in her chair, and readily continued the previous topic: "Since we can't convert it, let's make it up tomorrow."

In the blink of an eye, Yan Zhuoyu became the one who flirted with people and then did nothing to take responsibility.

Pei Weijin pulled out the chair next to her and sat down. Instead of eating, he stretched out his index finger in front of Yan Zhuoyu.

Without blinking, he began to "plead" without any expression: "What should I do, wife? You bit me so hard, it's all red. This is domestic violence. I'm injured, you have to make it up to me. Do it twice more."

Yan Zhuoyu pushed his hand away, ignoring Pei Mei's affairs and focusing only on eating meat, eggs, and vegetables: "Okay, fine, read."

She also made sure to put a piece of juicy pork rib into Pei Weijin's bowl.

"The meat is stewed so tender today, go wash your hands and eat."

Seeing this, Pei Weijin stopped arguing and obediently went to wash his hands and eat.

He used to eat very simple dinners, just a sandwich until he was about 80% full, to avoid putting too much strain on his digestive system.

Fu Zhuchen often said that he lived like a withered old man, only knowing how to eat dry bread every day, without any human warmth or life experience.

Since Yan Zhuoyu moved in with him, the home has become much warmer.

Not only are there hot meals every day, but there's also a tablet on the table playing funny variety shows, which the two of them watch together and comment on.

Pei Weijin didn't care who was right or wrong in the things that happened among the guests on the variety show. In short, whoever Yan Zhuoyu scolded, he would scold along with her.

Yeah, they have absolutely no opinions or stances.

Right now, after one episode of a variety show has finished airing, Yan Zhuoyu picked up her tablet and switched to a new variety show.

"Let's look at this one. The one before wasn't funny."

Pei Weijin responded and poured her a glass of grape juice: "Yeah, I think so too."

When he saw Yan Zhuoyu drink half a glass of grape juice, he casually brought up the past: "Wife, is this grape juice delicious?"

Yan Zhuoyu, focused on the program, casually replied, "It's delicious! Who doesn't love a sweet and sour drink?"

Pei Weijin asked again, "Do you like it?"

"like."

He chuckled cryptically, "Yeah, good that you like it. That blond guy poured you this brand of grape juice last time."

Yan Zhuoyu almost choked.

It's been so long, she almost doesn't remember anything about that blond guy.

“Angelo is just a child, why are you so vengeful?”

"You even gave him a name, but you never gave me one."

Yan Zhuoyu had never heard of such a peculiar way of being jealous before, and she was both amused and annoyed: "Pei Weijin, are you a puppy? You even fuss over a name. I named him Li Hua, you know."

Pei Weijin pulled her hand and placed it on his lower abdomen, on the spot where she had drawn patterns before.

"Okay, puppy, please add two more times."

Even through his clothes, Yan Zhuoyu could feel the heat of his skin and the faint throbbing of his veins.

It's half hard and half soft, but it's already quite considerable.

"What should we do, honey? It seems like you don't have any rest time at all."

Pei Weijin felt very sorry for her: "It seems you can only start paying off your debts today."

"..."

Yan Zhuoyu felt that she might "die" in bed one of the next ten days of her vacation.

One gets a taste of pleasure, the other dies.