0p0 Chapter 79 "Baby, you can't train here."
Chapter 79 "Baby, you can't train here."
Yan Zhuoyu snapped back to reality, a blush creeping up her ears. Her eyes flickered as she quickly drew the curtains shut before sitting down at her dressing table and dimming her phone screen.
She lowered her voice, deliberately cleared her throat, and feigned annoyance, saying, "Didn't you say you were working out? Why are you taking a call while you're showering?"
"I was working out, but that was ten minutes ago."
Pei Weijin's voice came through the earpiece, sounding somewhat puzzled, but then he looked at her with a smile in his eyes, as if deliberately asking, "And why can't I take a shower and answer the phone?"
"If it's Miss Yan calling, I'll answer it even if I'm lying in the ICU, as long as I'm clinging to life."
Yan Zhuoyu muttered under her breath: "Sweet talk."
No wonder she couldn't stop smiling every time she talked to Pei Weijin on the phone; who wouldn't love to hear sweet words?
"I'm not saying you can't answer the phone while showering. What I mean is, why don't you wrap yourself in a towel or something? It's so indecent. I don't want an indecent man."
Yan Zhuoyu gestured with her hands, as if she wanted to help him wrap a bath towel around his neck.
Her bright, beautiful eyes kept looking down, and she even tilted the phone, seemingly disappointed that the other person had only captured her waist.
You'll see it if you go down a little further...
Pei Weijin's face softened under the swirling steam, and as he raised his hand, a faint blush of water shone from his wrist joints.
“Miss Yan, please don’t wrong me. I’m a person of high moral character. The fact that I’m video chatting while showering is only for you. Even when I’m swimming, I’m in a private pool.”
Just then, the cell phone slipped off the shower shelf due to the wetness, making a soft sound.
The moment the phone was laid down, Yan Zhuoyu leaned closer to the screen, even unconsciously turning up the volume, trying to catch some inappropriate content.
When she realized what had happened, she felt a little ashamed. It wasn't like she hadn't seen it before; what was she craving?
The phone was held up, and the camera was further away than before, so the content in the frame was more abundant.
Before Yan Zhuoyu could adjust her voice, his magnetic and sexy whispers echoed in her mind, as if she were bewitched by his gray eyes.
Pei Weijin smiled faintly, his voice as gentle as the wind: "Miss Yan, you and I have done it in the bathroom at least a dozen times. What's there to be shy about when you see me taking a shower?"
"You are so shameless."
Yan Zhuoyu got what she wanted this time, and her satisfaction was fleeting.
Her expression was one of dissatisfaction: "You call me 'baby' on WeChat, but you call me 'Miss Yan' on the phone. Are you shy about that?"
Pei Weijin chuckled and said, "Baby, after all that, you still haven't told me which muscles have room for improvement, or which ones already meet your ideal type?"
Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, feigning criticism: "President Pei, bodybuilding competitions require showing the whole body, and you've only shown half of it. This is putting me in a difficult position."
She pointed downwards with her fingertip: "Your upper body is well-developed. Show me your leg muscles. You're not like those fitness guys online who only focus on their upper body while their lower body is as thin as a bamboo pole, are you?"
"Boys with thin legs often have weak kidneys..."
On the other end of the video, Pei Weijin's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his eyes wandered unintentionally.
He awkwardly moved the phone further away, pulling the screen down to reveal his toned, powerful legs.
Beneath the taut muscles, like a cheetah poised to pounce in the jungle, a wild power has quietly taken hold.
Yan Zhuoyu swallowed the word "empty" back down, her eyes darting away, and she lowered the screen of her phone a little.
"you……"
Her voice was almost inaudible: "You practiced there too?"
Pei Weijin chuckled softly, and said gently with a mix of helplessness and indulgence, "Baby, you can't practice here."
"Then how come it's also congested with blood..."
Yan Zhuoyu looked away, too embarrassed to say a complete sentence. She just raised her chin and started rambling, "Okay, okay, I know your legs are pretty good too. With such long Achilles tendons, were you selected for the school team to run track and field in high school?"
"I've heard that athletes have talked about a lot of things. Confess honestly and you'll be treated leniently."
The camera returned to the initial screen, and Pei Weijin tapped her with his finger across the screen.
"I'm not a sports student, it's because you saw me that I am."
Yan Zhuoyu was abruptly interrupted and stunned, unable to continue her train of thought: "What?"
Pei Weijin's gaze was earnest and direct, making no attempt to conceal his desire: "Baby is so beautiful, just being looked at by you makes me—"
The headphones have excellent sound quality; every word is as clear as if you were face-to-face.
If those netizens who thought Pei Weijin was abstinent were to hear his shocking words, his noble image would be overturned in an instant.
Not to mention his statement, "I've done it more than ten times."
Yan Zhuoyu's mind raced through those dozen or so times.
At Yunwan Garden, at the hotel, at home.
On the cool white tiles, slender, jade-like fingers were covered and possessed by another large hand, following the gaps between the fingers.
The cool, hard washbasin, and the red marks etched on her shapely thighs.
A mirror damp with mist, overlapping silhouettes, messy fingerprints, and plum-colored lipstick.
……
The front-facing camera clearly shows that Yan Zhuoyu's fair neck was visibly flushed red.
What kind of inspection is this?!
Although the two are not a hundred thousand miles apart, they are still too far apart to touch. Why are you flirting with me? How annoying!
Frustrated that she could only look but not touch, Yan Zhuoyu angrily hung up the phone: "Shut up, go take a shower!!!"
She covered her burning cheeks with her hands, staring blankly at herself in the mirror, before finally turning her phone over from the table after a long while.
He muttered something under his breath, then changed Pei Weijin's contact name.
[187cm tall, subtly sexy guy with abs]
On the other end of the phone, President Pei, whose call had been disconnected, looked utterly innocent.
After a conversation, no effective answer was obtained.
Pei Weijin persisted, pressing her advantage: "Am I your ideal type, baby?"
[My darling wife: No! Yes!]
This answer is not satisfactory.
Pei Weijin replied regretfully, "It's because I didn't work hard enough. I'll have you check my practice next time."
Yan Zhuoyu: [No need, I trust your self-control.]
Self-control is such a thing...
Pei Weijin lowered his head and sighed. At times, when facing Yan Zhuoyu, his self-control was practically nonexistent.
He sighed softly and adjusted the water temperature of the showerhead, changing it to slightly cool water.
Apart from those dozen or so times, Pei Weijin was also reminiscing.
The smiling face that often appears in my dreams, the blurry yet vivid features, the cinnabar mole on my collarbone that I've longed for for over a decade...
Fortunately, they have all been transformed into real, tangible warmth.
Every separation after a reunion, no matter how brief, feels unbearable.
Pei Weijin tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and pressed his left hand against the wall, feeling empty inside.
He missed Yan Zhuoyu. It hadn't even been twelve hours, and there were still more than ten days to go. What was he going to do?
What excuse should I use to go see my wife?