After a Contractual Marriage, Little Taotie Went Viral!-Chapter 250 - 248: Next Time... Don’t Wear My Clothes

Chapter 250: Chapter 248: Next Time... Don’t Wear My Clothes

"The nightgown? I didn’t buy it, Mom did. I asked the housekeeper to prepare some things for us here, so we wouldn’t have nothing when we moved in. Why? Does it not fit, or is there a problem with the quality?" Pei Yan reacted, realizing something was wrong, and frowned as he asked.

Qin Yun looked at him with suspicion, "Really not you?"

"I don’t even know what you’re talking about." Pei Yan looked at her helplessly, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

Qin Yun looked at him expressionlessly: A man full of tricks.

Hmph, just because she liked him, he thought he could scheme against her!

Pei Yan caught on from Qin Yun’s expression that she was thinking something not so good.

"What’s wrong with the pajamas?" Pei Yan sighed and asked.

Qin Yun went to the wardrobe, took out a line of nightgowns, and threw them into Pei Yan’s arms.

Pei Yan instinctively caught them with both hands, looked down, and didn’t feel anything was wrong, noting that the fabric felt quite silky to the touch.

Then, Qin Yun casually picked one up to show him.

With her movement, the nightgown was half-revealing, and one could clearly see through it.

Pei Yan: "..."

Suddenly, he understood what Qin Yun meant.

This must be Mrs. Pei’s doing, thinking the young couple would move into their sweet new home, just the two of them, full of love and affection.

Such translucent nightgowns would be conducive to fostering their relationship as a couple.

Besides, with no one else around, it didn’t matter how one dressed.

Having figured this out, Pei Yan couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and sigh: It would’ve been better not to notice.

"What are you thinking?" Qin Yun sensed that Pei Yan’s expression was off, and frowned as she asked.

"I think Mom’s choice is quite good, her taste is still online." Pei Yan nodded in agreement.

Qin Yun: "..."

"Just what you wanted, right?" She glared at him with mild annoyance.

"If you don’t like wearing these, I’ll have some new ones sent over." Pei Yan didn’t respond, changing the topic.

"Send them tomorrow." Qin Yun thought for a moment, deciding to make do with what she had for tonight.

"What were you staring at just now?" Wrapped in a bathrobe, Qin Yun went to her side of the bed, suddenly remembering something, and asked.

Pei Yan shook his head, looking at her, "Nothing much. Won’t you be uncomfortable sleeping like that?"

Saying this, Pei Yan pulled out a large, baggy T-shirt he had worn before, and asked, "Do you want to sleep in my T-shirt?"

Qin Yun walked over, took it, compared it to herself, finding it thigh-length, and nodded in satisfaction, "This shirt is commandeered by me."

Anyway, clothes got sent over from time to time, so Pei Yan didn’t mind losing this one.

"Then I’ll go take a shower." Pei Yan nodded.

Qin Yun waved him off without even a glance.

After Pei Yan entered the bathroom, Qin Yun took off the bathrobe, switched from the nightgown to Pei Yan’s T-shirt. She felt as if she were enveloped in Pei Yan’s scent.

Probably because Pei Yan had worn it?

Qin Yun didn’t think much of it, threw the bathrobe and nightgown aside, and snuggled into bed, ready to refresh the new episode of that variety show.

When Pei Yan came out from his shower, he saw Qin Yun watching the variety show they had recorded, thoroughly engrossed.

Hearing the noise, Qin Yun looked up towards the bathroom and suddenly flashed a radiant smile at him, "How about I blow dry your hair?"

Pei Yan’s hand paused while toweling his short hair: "??"

Seeing her wear his clothes—the T-shirt just at her upper thighs, revealing her fair, straight legs—Pei Yan swallowed, his eyes darkening, gazing at her for several seconds before nodding.

Qin Yun rummaged around for a while before finding the hairdryer.

"Hungry?" Pei Yan shifted his attention.

"A bit, but still manageable," Qin Yun nodded, rubbing her stomach after a moment’s thought.

Pei Yan set the towel aside, "I’ll cook for you later. The housekeeper comes regularly to clean and stocks up on groceries, so the fridge has some ingredients."

Qin Yun nodded, plugging in the hairdryer, forgetting she had her back to Pei Yan. As she moved, her top inched up slightly, revealing the edge of her panties.

Pei Yan suddenly felt he was suffering from his own actions. Though he initially wanted her to wear his clothes to carry his scent, watching her walk around dressed like that was a stern test of his self-control.

As soon as Qin Yun plugged in the hairdryer and turned around, Pei Yan’s body wash scent mingled with his essence enveloped her, followed by Pei Yan’s handsome close-up and the warmth of his lips pressing on hers.

Pei Yan kissed fiercely, as if trying to swallow Qin Yun whole.

Qin Yun, initially dazed, succumbed to Pei Yan’s kisses until she became dizzy and forgot to resist. Her body softened and the hairdryer slipped from her hand to the ground.

Clang—

The sound startled both of them to awareness.

Pei Yan lingered on her lips a moment longer before releasing her, still slightly breathless, his voice hoarse as he said, "Next time, don’t wear my clothes."

Qin Yun looked confused, "Why? Didn’t you give it to me to wear?"

She touched her lips, which felt numb and a bit sore. Though she couldn’t see it, she was sure her lips were swollen, feeling different than usual.

Pei Yan embraced her and kissed the top of her head before whispering in her ear, "Because... it’s too much for my self-control."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yun immediately imagined what had happened earlier on the bed, as well as Pei Yan’s proximity and the heat she felt.

Qin Yun abruptly put some space between her and Pei Yan, her heart pounding like a drum, turning her face and ears a deep red.

They almost went all the way just now; if it weren’t for his agent’s timely phone call...

Perhaps they’d already be expecting a little Taotie or Pixiu!

Afterward, Pei Yan looked at her face flushed with embarrassment and released her, ruefully ruffling her hair, asking, "So, when will you forgive me?"

"Ahem, let’s talk about it later." Qin Yun shook her head, stepped away from him, and said uneasily.

Pei Yan glanced downward, sighed, and gazed at Qin Yun with a hint of forlornness.

When will I finally get to feast on ’meat’!

Meanwhile, Qin Yun, unaware of Pei Yan’s thoughts, kept her face stern and serious, "Sit down, I’ll blow dry your hair."

"Okay."

Due to his body’s reaction, Pei Yan had to sit with his legs bent.

Having some experience now, Qin Yun felt more confident blow-drying his hair, and since Pei Yan’s hair was short, it didn’t take long.

"Thanks for your service, that will be ten thousand bucks. Will you be paying with Alipay or WeChat?" Qin Yun said, putting down the hairdryer with a straight face.

Pei Yan: "...??"

So, Qin Yun had been watching him with such a bright smile earlier, all for this moment?