Seeing her instinctively cling to him, Pei Yanzhou felt an unfamiliar surge of satisfaction in his chest.
His tone softened: “You’re dirty. Go take a shower first. Quick.”
Shu Hua finally released his hand, obediently nodding. “Oh, okay. Then hurry up—I’ll wait for you.”
She had said she’d wait for him, but as exhaustion and the comfort of the bed washed over her, her heavy eyelids betrayed her, sliding shut on their own.
Pei Yanzhou took a quick shower and returned to the bedroom, still steamy from the warm water. What he saw was exactly this:
Shu Hua lying on her side, breathing slow and even, one hand unconsciously resting on the pillow on his side, clearly fast asleep.
He stood by the bed, looking at her sleeping face, shaking his head helplessly, though the corners of his lips curved in the slightest smile.
He slid under the covers and just as he adjusted his position, the little woman who had promised to wait for him seemed to sense the warmth, curling instinctively into his arms.
She clung to him like a koala, using hands and legs, one leg draped over his, her head rubbing contentedly against his chest as she found a comfortable spot and fell back into deep sleep.
Pei Yanzhou’s body stiffened for a moment.
Warm, soft, and utterly dependent in his arms.
He lowered his gaze at her defenseless sleeping face, and the last trace of cold hardness in his heart melted completely.
He drew her closer, fully claiming her delicate body in his arms, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“My little delicate one.”
…
After graduating from Yale University’s Graduate School of Arts, Shu Hua returned home and married Pei Yanzhou directly.
She rested at home for a few days, but once the novelty wore off, she grew bored.
She decided to go back to work.
With her education, finding a job wasn’t difficult.
But she was laid-back. She didn’t want special treatment at her own company, and working elsewhere worried her—too much workplace pressure, too much scheming.
Sigh… she just wanted to pass the time, why was it so hard?
That day, Pei Yanzhou returned home before five.
Shu Hua sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching a drama while happily munching on a fruit platter.
Hearing the sound, she instinctively looked up and saw the tall, imposing man walking in. Her heart skipped a beat.
Why was he home so early?
Almost instinctively, she shrank toward the corner of the sofa, avoiding his gaze.
She couldn’t help it. These past few days, she was “resting” in name only—during the day she could barely get out of bed! That man had transformed into a beast at night, exhausting her in countless ways.
At this rate, she feared she’d shorten her life span.
“You’re… home so early today?” she asked.
Pei Yanzhou’s eyes darkened as he observed her subtle movements.
“No overtime today. I came back to have dinner with you.”
Shu Hua nodded slightly, fixing her gaze on the TV screen to pretend she was focused.
The man, still watching her, began moving methodically.
His knuckles-defined fingers loosened his tie, casually tossing it onto the armrest.
Then, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his smooth collarbones and a small expanse of firm chest.
Finally, he rolled up the crisp white shirt sleeves, exposing muscular forearms with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin.
Although Shu Hua forced herself to stare at the TV, her peripheral vision betrayed her, sneaking glances at his movements.
Seeing the veins bulge on the back of his hands as he rolled up his sleeves, her mouth went dry, and she nervously swallowed.
This… this motion was too seductive.
It instantly reminded her of last night’s… adult-only memories.
Pei Yanzhou noticed her feigned composure, flushed cheeks, and racing heartbeat. His brows lifted slightly, a knowing smile flickering in his eyes.
Little one, quite timid, aren’t you?
He didn’t approach her, instead turning to wash his hands at the sink.
Hearing the water flow, Shu Hua secretly exhaled in relief.
But her eyes couldn’t help drifting toward his back.
The man’s legs were long and straight, his head-to-body ratio perfect, black trousers clinging to strong limbs. Rolled-up sleeves on a white shirt added a forbidden allure.
Truly… a demon.
Pei Yanzhou dried his hands and turned just in time to catch her staring, her face flushed.
Shu Hua snapped back to reality, meeting his teasing gaze, instantly embarrassed, averting her eyes.
He walked over and sat beside her, patting his firm thigh.
“Come here.” His tone brooked no refusal.
Shu Hua’s scalp tingled.
“Thigh-sit”?
She already had psychological trauma from this move!
“Wh-why should I sit there?” she protested softly.
Pei Yanzhou said nothing, just stared at her silently, his gaze deep, pressing.
Shu Hua knew this look too well—afraid he’d act right there in the living room.
She tried to make an excuse: “Ch-Chen Yi will see… it’s not proper.”
Pei Yanzhou snorted lightly. “She won’t come out while cooking.”
He paused, his eyes burning as he looked at her. “And even if she saw? Aren’t you my wife?”
Shu Hua: “……”
Unable to argue, she hesitantly inched toward him.
Before she could fully settle, the man lost patience. His long arms scooped her into his lap, making her sit sideways.
One hand clasped her slender waist, the other gently held her small chin, forcing her to look up at him.
The pad of his thumb, callused slightly, brushed lightly over her soft, rosy lips.
“Hiding from me just now?” His voice was low, carrying a dangerous edge.
Shu Hua saw his gaze darken further, alarm bells ringing in her head.
Oh no… this man was aroused again!
She shook her head frantically. “N-no…”
Sure enough, the next second, her slightly parted lips were invaded by him.
“Mm…!”
Shu Hua was completely stunned, eyes wide in disbelief.
How… how could he be so wicked?!
Flushed and flustered, she tried to push him away with her head, but couldn’t; instead, she felt herself… yielding.
Pei Yanzhou felt the warm, wet softness, his Adam’s apple rolling as his voice deepened:
“Kiss me.”
Shu Hua’s cheeks exploded with color!
What?!
Lick…?!!!
Seeing her frozen, he leaned closer, forehead almost touching hers, his voice coaxing and seductive:
“Be good.”