Xu Jiayue recalled what Xu Tingchuan had once said: Pei Yang seemed to be the most irresponsible among their friends, but in fact, he was the most cunning.

She had no idea he was so skilled until today; there was so much more about him that she didn't know.

"Pei Yang!" Xu Jiayue twisted her hands, both anxious and angry, because he had tied her hands with his tie. "Let go of me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go." Pei Yang picked her up and placed her on the bright red quilt. The embroidered red peonies complemented her perfectly, making her look stunning.

"You're asking for it!" Xu Jiayue raised her foot to kick him.

He grabbed her ankle, his large hand perfectly enveloping her slender ankle. He looked up at Xu Jiayue, a carefree smile playing on his lips: "Wife, you can just say so if you want me to help you take off your high heels."

Xu Jiayue tried to pull her ankle away, but he held it tightly. She was so angry that she tried to kick him with her other foot.

Pei Yang grabbed it again, took off his two high heels and threw them under the bed, then reached up and touched her calves.

Xu Jiayue's face turned red with anger, and she kicked and thrashed about restlessly with both feet.

"Don't move. Aren't your legs sore from standing for so long?" Pei Yang massaged her calves.

"Whether I feel sour or not is none of your business!" Xu Jiayue sat up using her back strength and shoved Pei Yang hard with both hands.

Pei Yang grabbed the tie tied around her wrist and leaned back, forcing her into his arms. Her forehead bumped into his chin, and he groaned in pain.

"Serves you right." Xu Jiayue pouted and tried to sit up again by supporting his body.

Pei Yang took the opportunity to help her, sitting up as well and immediately cupping her head in his hands.

"What are you doing!" Xu Jiayue shook her head and struggled.

"Don't move, let me check if you have a bump." Pei Yang's chin was hit quite hard, but the force is mutual, so he was naturally worried that she might be in pain. Seeing that her forehead was red from the impact, he felt a little sorry for her: "It's all red."

"This is all your fault." Xu Jiayue was annoyed and glared at him, only to see that his lower lip was bleeding.

She must have bumped his chin, causing him to bite his lip. Her glare clearly showed she was feeling guilty; her lips were already chapped, yet he didn't care if her forehead was red and swollen.

"Whoosh." Pei Yang gently blew on her forehead.

"I'm not a child!" Xu Jiayue resisted his approach with both hands.

"You're acting more like a child than Tuantuan right now when you're throwing a tantrum." Pei Yang laughed. As long as she bickered with him as usual, there was a good chance the matter would be resolved.

"Who's throwing a tantrum at you? I'm telling you, let me go right now, I want to go home." Xu Jiayue struggled to free her hands from her tie.

Seeing that she had pulled her wrists out and left red marks, Pei Yang immediately grabbed her hand and said helplessly, "I'll untie it, okay, baby? Don't torture yourself."

Xu Jiayue was freed and immediately tried to get out of bed. Before one of her feet even touched the ground, Pei Yang grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back onto the bed, pinning her down.

She tried to move, but was held firmly in place. She glared at him angrily, "Let me go! I want to go home!"

Pei Yang held her wrists in both hands and placed them on either side of her, then spread her legs apart with his knees, a position that prevented her from attacking him any further.

He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips: "Wife, from now on this will be your home. Which home do you want to go back to?"

"Pei Yang! I'm getting angry!" Xu Jiayue was annoyed; he was truly shameless and impossible to reason with.