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

Chapter 209: Write whatever you want to say to me. [Abridged Version]

The two people who were hanging out in the restaurant just two hours ago have now moved to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Yan Zhuoyu was lifted up by Pei Weijin and pressed down on a door board.

Just a door away, her cyber husband was fast asleep.

The woman's nightgown hadn't been taken off at all; only the sash around her waist was disheveled and tattered, leaving her completely exposed.

Her full, red lips were swollen from the kiss, and she breathed heavily, her mouth slightly open.

The sound of pressing down on the door was very loud, echoing repeatedly in the narrow, empty room.

The woman, her eyes blurry with tears, wanted to lean against him.

"Don't do that, what if my husband wakes up and sees us?"

The man asked gently, "If I stop now, will you give me a good review, madam?"

Yan Zhuoyu paused in her sobbing, then carefully replied, "No."

She arrived at her destination in a flash.

If you stop now, she will definitely give you a bad review!

Pei Weijin nodded, then pointed out bluntly, "I understand, Madam. You are born with a nature that favors the contrary to morality and conscience, is that right?"

"And what about the boss you mentioned earlier, Madam? You say it's immoral, but deep down you're probably looking forward to going on another business trip with him, aren't you?"

He didn't give Yan Zhuoyu a chance to say a word, and then proceeded to explain in detail.

Yan Zhuoyu choked, her nails digging into the man's broad back, leaving several new red marks.

"—Omitted—"

“I know you’re just saying that, Madam, and I can’t take it seriously. How about I take you downstairs, use your phone to call your boss, and ask him to come along, in front of your husband?”

Pei Weijin placed his hand on Yan Zhuoyu's lower back and led her downstairs.

One by one

Yan Zhuoyu could only cling tightly to his neck to prevent herself from falling.

As they walked into the restaurant, Pei Weijin's breathing became steady, while Yan Zhuoyu was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and even the skin around her delicate collarbone was flushed.

She was thoroughly familiar with the subject in every sense of the word.

Pei Weijin sat on the sofa, holding Yan Zhuoyu's phone in his hand, his clear eyes calm and indifferent: "Madam, tell me your boss's phone number."

Yan Zhuoyu reported only three numbers, which will be omitted one by one.

She asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Madam, tell me in another way."

Pei Weijin whispered in Yan Zhuoyu's ear, "Just move it as many times as it costs."

Yan Zhuoyu finally gave Pei Weijin the number, albeit haltingly.

However, the other party did not make a phone call and said that they had already given her a positive review using her phone.

The small square bag on the sofa was knocked over with a loud bang, and a slim lipstick rolled out.

Yan Zhuoyu struggled to straighten her back: "Um, bring me the lipstick my husband gave me."

Pei Weijin's tone was calm, but with a hint of bitterness: "You're still thinking about your husband at a time like this?"

"I'm useful."

Yan Zhuoyu reached for her phone with weak arms and pulled out Teacher Lie's masterpiece.

"A fan wrote an article about our relationship, but my husband is too young to do it with me. Could you help me finish it?"

Pei Weijin twisted out a piece of lipstick and repeated meaningfully, "So, Madam's husband is young and impotent? Then of course I'm willing to serve Madam."

He quickly finished reading the text on the long image, and Yan Zhuoyu was already softly and weakly resting her hand on his wrist.

She guided the man's hand, which was holding the lipstick, as he carefully applied it to his lips.

A vibrant, gaudy red.

Yan Zhuoyu demonstrated how to use lipstick to him, drawing a puppy on the man's lower abdomen and then leaving a kiss on it.

She placed the lipstick in Pei Weijin's hand and whispered, "Tonight you are mine. I allow you to leave a mark on me. Write whatever you want to say to me, and let out all your desires."

As expected, the man's reaction to those words was even stronger.

She was turned over so that her back was to Pei Weijin.

The skin on the lower back was delicate and sensitive; one could feel the slightly cool lipstick slowly gliding across it, and each stroke was written with utmost care.

With her eyes covered, Yan Zhuoyu was overwhelmed by a flood of sensations that made it impossible for her to discern which words the man had written.

She was lost in thought, but the man quickly pulled her back to her senses with a forceful gesture.

The lipstick was left aside after only a few words were written on it.

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Afterwards, Pei Weijin cleaned up the mess.

Yan Zhuoyu hurried to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to see what words the man had left behind.

The waist with faint red finger marks, the three characters written somewhat crookedly, like the font I saw in the old house before.

--I love you

There were no vulgar words used; this was simply his deepest desire.