12dz Chapter 31 Mrs. Pei, your crown is secure; you can't afford to drop it.
Chapter 31 Mrs. Pei, your crown is secure; you can't afford to drop it.
Yan Zhuoyu sat in the passenger seat, still somewhat dazed, and stared blankly at the man who was driving intently.
Even though she knew perfectly well that Pei Weijin's open declaration of love for her in front of Song Zhiyu was more about protecting her reputation as Mrs. Pei, and that those words shouldn't be taken seriously, Yan Zhuoyu was still somewhat moved.
Pei Weijin noticed her brazen and undisguisedly intense gaze: "Mrs. Pei, why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
Yan Zhuoyu showed no embarrassment when she was exposed. They were a legally married couple, so why would she see anything wrong with her own husband?
She immediately said, "There is something there. Do you need me to help you get it down?"
"Then I'll have to trouble Mrs. Pei."
Pei Weijin could see himself in the rearview mirror. Even though there was nothing there, he still cooperated by slowly parking the car on the side of the road and turning to face her.
Yan Zhuoyu leaned forward slightly, her fingers touching the man's cheek. The skin felt like fine silk, cool and smooth, with a faint scent of pine lingering in her nose.
"Close your eyes under your eyebrows, I'm worried I'll hurt you."
Pei Weijin obediently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, and many fine bluish-purple blood vessels could be seen on the thin and sensitive skin under his eyelids.
Yan Zhuoyu gently cupped his chin with both hands and placed a soft, feather-like kiss on Pei Weijin's tightly closed eyelids.
His hand gradually moved to the back of her neck, and a delicate kiss landed on her lips, lingering and tender.
Pei Weijin closed his eyes and fumbled to unbuckle his seatbelt. Inside the spacious cabin of the Land Rover, the figures of the two gradually blurred behind the bright windshield.
Half an hour later, Yan Zhuoyu's soft voice was heard. Her hands were restrained above her head, and she kicked the man: "Get off me. The evil thing has been removed. Hurry up and drive home for dinner."
"it is good."
Pei Weijin smiled and agreed, helping her pull down her skirt, but ignoring his own wrinkled shirt.
It's getting late, we really should hurry home and eat something so we'll have the energy to do other things.
……
Back at the villa, Yan Zhuoyu took a shower and changed into a set of soft and comfortable cotton loungewear.
When they went downstairs again, only the two of them were left in the huge villa. Pei Weijin was sitting at the dining table waiting for her.
Seeing Yan Zhuoyu wearing a pure cotton tank top and shorts, he still didn't hold back his praise: "Miss Yan looks very beautiful tonight."
If it were someone else, they might think he was being sarcastic about his own sloppiness, but he was praising Yan Zhuoyu.
Miss Yan sat down next to him with pleasure and said modestly, "Of course."
I'm never ugly.
Just as I was about to pick up my chopsticks, I suddenly remembered that my purpose today was to thank President Pei for his previous generous help.
So, staring at Pei Weijin's face, she replied stiffly, "Mr. Pei is also very handsome."
He then realized that the word "beautiful" might not be appropriate for a man. However, Pei Weijin's features were indeed exquisitely sculpted, with bright, sparkling eyes, a straight nose, and naturally rosy lips. Each feature was exceptionally handsome on its own, and together they were even more stunning. He truly deserved the word "beautiful."
Yan Zhuoyu withdrew her gaze and focused on the boiled prawns in her hand. She skillfully peeled the shells and placed the tender, delicious prawn meat onto Pei Weijin's plate, looking at him with a pleading expression: "Honey, eat some prawns, I peeled them myself~"
Pei Weijin nodded and said thank you very politely. His voice was clear and gentle like a mountain spring. He slowly said, "Mrs. Pei, I can do the shrimp peeling. If not, there are always people who can do it. Your hands are very delicate and precious. There will be more important things to do with them later."
Yan Zhuoyu hadn't planned to peel a second shrimp anyway. After perfunctorily serving him a few dishes, she asked curiously, "What's the important matter?"
There was no one else in the restaurant except for the stereo the butler had turned on when he left, playing the English song "Tease".
The melody is tender and poignant, the female singer's voice is dreamy and languid, occasionally interspersed with low breaths, and the lyrics are bold and direct, unabashedly expressing the desire for passion.
I can't wait for you to get over it.
Let me wrap my legs around you.
……
Yan Zhuoyu had at least passed the CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) in college, so she was able to translate the meaning of the lyrics the moment she heard them.
I can't wait to measure it myself...
She could answer the questions of what to measure, why to measure, and how to measure almost instantly.
Pei Weijin's voice echoed in my ears: "What Mrs. Pei asked me to do with a tie a few days ago, do it today."
……
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, especially since the two of them had only been married for a short time.
After Yan Zhuoyu finished eating, she was pushed into the bathroom. When she came out again, there was an extra set of clothes on the bed, and the violet crown was quietly placed on it.
"This is?"
Pei Weijin left only a soft lamp by the bedside, and the bedroom stereo was still playing the same song from before.
Into action — to put something into action.
Beneath the tender voice, the man's commanding dominance was even more pronounced.
"I left in a hurry that day and didn't get to see Mrs. Pei wearing this crown."
"Would Mrs. Pei grant me this wish tonight?"
Yan Zhuoyu paused, shifting her gaze from the man's alluring face to the crown.
The crown is small and exquisite, with its star-like diamonds shining even brighter in the dim light.
"After all, it was a gift from President Pei, so I'll reluctantly let you wear it and take a look."
She changed back into the dress from that day, and even without makeup, she was already stunningly beautiful. A smile flashed in Pei Weijin's eyes; just as he had thought, it suited Yan Zhuoyu perfectly.
Yan Zhuoyu adjusted the position of her crown, crossed her arms, and looked down at him: "How do I look? Do I look like a king?"
"picture."
Pei Weijin got up, pulled her to the bedside, and leaned against the headboard, like an ancient nobleman giving a kiss to the king's hand.
"Mrs. Pei, would you like to be my king tonight?"
A pale purple dress was lifted up, a silver foil package was carelessly tossed on the ground, and the singer's seductive voice filled the enchanting night.
Exploration of this unknown round,
Explore uncharted territories.
As one ambiguous love song after another switched, the ribbon of Yan Zhuoyu's dress slipped off her smooth, white shoulders. She felt that the abs she had worked so hard to develop were just for show and not for any real use.
"Mrs. Pei, the crown must not fall off."
Just as she was about to cheat, the crown on her head, along with her slightly slumped waist, slammed into Pei Weijin's chest.
A familiar dark red striped tie bound Yan Zhuoyu's hands behind her back.
Her tense waist muscles finally relaxed, and Pei Weijin chuckled softly, "Since Mrs. Pei is no longer the queen, then just like we said this afternoon, be my parasitic plant, cling to me, devour me, and let me become your nourishment."