latelenovela Chapter 186 Baby, are you free to go to the car wash with me tomorrow? [Corrected]
Chapter 186 Baby, are you free to go to the car wash with me tomorrow? [Corrected]
After passing through the deep and winding alley, we drove into a construction site. The rusty locks on the iron gate, illuminated by the car headlights, seemed to be coated with a thin layer of silver frost, gleaming with a cold metallic luster.
The construction site was quiet, with only the occasional cool breeze carrying a hint of chill. Building materials were piled up haphazardly, foreshadowing a grand project that would one day take place here.
The black Cadillac was parked beside a secluded grove of trees, its lights off and its windows, tinted with privacy film, completely opaque. Hidden by the tall trees, the vehicle blended almost seamlessly into the night, making it difficult to spot.
A night breeze began to rise, sweeping away the lingering warmth of the day, and the rustling of withered leaves echoed in the trees. Inside the car, however, the temperature continued to climb, creating a stark contrast to the coolness outside.
The car's interior is spacious and luxurious, with a predominantly black color scheme that is neat and tidy, except for the clothes left on the back seat that look out of place.
The passenger seat had been reclined, and Yan Zhuoyu leaned against the car door, her warm skin touching the cold car window glass, which sent shivers down her spine.
She flinched: "It's so cold."
Soon, a warm, large hand patted her back.
The man casually rolled up the sleeves of his expensive suit jacket, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the groove on the roof armrest.
The rest of the coat hung down naturally, like a barrier, blocking out all the scenery, which gradually calmed Yan Zhuoyu's heartbeat.
However, besides the wad of fabric, a burgundy tie was prominently displayed on the front grab handle of the car roof.
Ever since Lin Qinglan handed over the membership card along with the beauty salon to Yan Zhuoyu, no matter how busy she was, she never forgot to take time to relax with a beauty massage or something similar.
Her hair, which had been singed, had been carefully cared for and trimmed, and had become jet black and shiny. It hadn't been dyed or permed at all. Now, her smooth, straight black hair brushed against the car window.
The camel-colored wool coat that Yan Zhuoyu was wearing when she arrived had been carelessly tossed on the back seat, but her black high heels remained, their small square heels rudely stepping on Pei Weijin's white shirt.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that the shirt is covered with multiple overlapping shoe prints, as if they were unconsciously left behind when one was unable to bear it.
Apart from the tie, Yan Zhuoyu had almost nothing to lean on, and her flushed knees inadvertently brushed against Pei Weijin's ear.
"Pei Weijin, look up first. I have something to ask you. Where is this?"
Pei Weijin straightened up, his gray eyes filled with a thick fog: "I don't know, we'll just drive wherever it takes us."
Yan Zhuoyu felt uneasy: "You brought me here without knowing where we are. Is this a construction site? What if there are security guards patrolling at night?"
"Who knows? With so many building materials here, someone has to look after them."
Pei Weijin spoke casually, a vein throbbing on the back of his hand, and pretended to be very concerned for the project boss as he whispered in her ear: "If no one is watching over it, what if it gets lost?"
"Isn't it, baby?"
"no!"
Yan Zhuoyu choked, her rounded fingertips almost tearing a hole in her clothes. Her voice was a little muffled, probably because she had drunk too much water on the plane and now her lower abdomen was a little bloated and painful.
The two were not newlyweds or a couple who had just started dating, but thinking about what she wanted to say, Yan Zhuoyu's heart was pounding louder than her voice: "Pei Weijin, don't worry about building materials for now, I have something urgent to attend to, can we go back to the hotel first?"
Pei Weijin looked at her quietly, licked his lips, and said casually, "No, wife."
Yan Zhuoyu frowned slightly, and when she saw his actions, the tips of her ears turned red: "What are you doing? Isn't it dirty?"
"how come."
Compared to Yan Zhuoyu's panic and worry, Pei Weijin seemed nonchalant, his index finger twitching slightly, and not a single tissue was missing from the box placed to the side.
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After a long while, the night grew deeper and the wind gradually subsided.
Pei Weijin kissed Yan Zhuoyu's red and burning earlobe and said with a smile, "What should we do, baby? We need to wash the car."
As he spoke, he easily lifted Yan Zhuoyu into his arms; her weight of less than 100 pounds seemed weightless in Pei Weijin's embrace. The car roof railing was already empty, and the curtains had slid down.
Seeing that Yan Zhuoyu had her eyes closed and was not speaking as if she was giving up, Pei Weijin did not let her off easily.
The man persisted, and although he had always been reserved and docile in this regard in front of her, he now revealed a hint of mischievousness.
He gently rubbed his thumb against Yan Zhuoyu's full, red lips, where the lipstick had long since been completely wiped away.
"Baby, are you free to go to the car wash with me tomorrow? Or can Meng Yuting arrange it? Do you think he'll wonder what happened when he sees this scene?"
Sentence after sentence, even though Yan Zhuoyu had read countless books, it was still hard to understand when she was actually there.
This feels different.
Yan Zhuoyu braced herself for a shout and tried to retort loudly, but worried that the people patrolling the construction site might suddenly appear, so she could only lower her voice and say, "I don't have time."
She looked into Pei Weijin's eyes and smiled sweetly: "However, husband can wash the car himself."
"How should I wash it? Should I wipe it clean, or..."
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Pei Weijin chuckled softly, glancing at the flashing patrol lights on the construction site outside.
The person in his arms had alluring, watery eyes, fair and delicate skin, and a flustered expression.
Yan Zhuoyu wanted to get back to the hotel as soon as possible; seeking excitement was indeed beneficial for enhancing the relationship between husband and wife.
But... but isn't this a bit too stimulating!
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With a tearing sound, the packaging of another small square bag was ripped open.
This time, she was still using the cooling set, but Yan Zhuoyu still didn't feel any coolness; she only felt her face burning.
She was feeling a bit dizzy and couldn't keep up at all: "Wait a minute, I haven't..."
Pei Weijin took Yan Zhuoyu's full lower lip into his mouth, then moved to the red mole on her collarbone.
He murmured, "It seems someone is coming."
Pei Weijin spoke gently, but his words made Yan Zhuoyu's eyes redden with fear. She looked beautiful and pitiful.
The yellow lights shone through the car window, and Yan Zhuoyu instantly tensed up, staring nervously at Pei Weijin, her heart pounding like a drum, her slender fingers gripping her tie tightly.
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When you're on edge, the rustling of leaves in the wind sounds just like footsteps.
Yan Zhuoyu was really anxious this time. She had only just arrived in a foreign country and was already participating in Ansai waist drum performances.
Moreover, we don't know whose territory we're in. If we get caught by security or something, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
She rested her forehead on Pei Weijin's shoulder and neck, her voice soft and tired, and called out many terms she never used before: "Husband, baby, brother, let's go somewhere else, okay? Let's go back to the hotel. I saw the security guard's lights coming over, they might have already seen us."
Pei Weijin gave an irrelevant answer, reaching out to gently tuck the damp strands of hair from Yan Zhuoyu's face behind her ear: "You're sweating, are you hot?"