0078 87 Lock and Key [H]
The Pei family was a scholarly family. The plaque above the main hall door was inscribed with the words "Understanding the ways of the world is knowledge, and being adept at human relationships is literature." Zhou Xiye glanced at it and couldn't help but smile.
Upon entering, Pei Xuncheng sat in the head seat of the Pei family household. Zhou Xiye hadn't seen the old lady beside him before; she was presumably Pei Xuncheng's wife. However, to Pei Xuncheng's right was not Pei Weian. A large group of people, many of whom Zhou Xiye had never met before, sat in the important positions.
Zhou Xiye felt a headache coming on, as if something heavy was pressing down on her, like a stone, crushing her. Instinctively, she took a deep breath. Pei Zhiyu stepped forward and took Zhou Xiye's hand, "Grandpa, Grandma, this is my wife, Zhou Xiye."
Pei Xuncheng nodded, put down his teacup, and scrutinized Zhou Xiye with sharp eyes. When Pei Xuncheng looked at Zhou Xiye, he only looked into her eyes and wouldn't offend her by looking her up and down.
Pei Zhiyu nudged her shoulder, and Zhou Xiye then smiled and greeted, "Grandma, Grandpa, hello."
Pei Xuncheng nodded and looked away. "You two are college classmates, you know each other well, and you must know that the Pei family has family rules and ancestral precepts. I will have the housekeeper teach you about them later. After the marriage, we have never had any requirements for our granddaughter-in-law, but... the matter of having children must be put on the agenda."
Zhou Xiye smiled and agreed. There's always a way to deal with a policy, and she didn't want to argue, especially with so many people around.
Back and forth, Zhou Xiye followed Pei Zhiyu and called out to all the family members. But when they got to Pei Weian, she suddenly brought up Zhou Xiye's younger brother, "Your brother, was he in jail for killing the Zhang District Chief's child in a car accident?"
Pei Zhiyu tightened her grip on Zhou Xiye's hand, "Mom..."
“Yes,” Zhou Xiye readily admitted, “He made a mistake, and it is only right that he takes responsibility.”
She had asked this question before; Pei Weian had brought it up once at the dinner party, and now she was bringing it up again in front of the Pei family. Zhou Xiye looked at the reactions of the others, and apart from Pei Xuncheng and his wife, everyone else seemed quite surprised.
If the Pei family didn't conduct a background check before the marriage, that's their problem. But if they did, and they still want to question her, then they're trying to embarrass her in person. Whether Pei Wei'an brought it up to humiliate her in front of the other Pei family members or to expose Zhou Xiye's background is unknown. But regardless, as long as Zhou Xiye shows an open and honest attitude, they won't make things difficult for her.
Pei Weian looked at Zhou Xiye and said, "Okay, as Pei Zhiyu's mother, I hope you can take good care of him and treat him well."
"OK."
Zhou Xiye smiled politely, without a single fault. After drinking the tea to mark the change of address, the two did not leave and stayed at the Pei family mansion. However, before Zhou Xiye entered Pei Zhiyu's room, the butler stopped her, "Madam, tomorrow morning at 4:30, in the Pei family ancestral hall, the master has arranged for me to give you a lecture on the Pei family's ancestral precepts. I hope you will be there on time."
Zhou Xiye nodded. "Madam" and "Master" were words he hadn't heard in a long time. After closing the door, Zhou Xiye turned his head and saw Pei Zhiyu standing by the bed. His coat was lying on the bed, and he was unbuttoning his cuffs, his hair slightly disheveled.
The soft light shone on his profile, making Pei Zhiyu look incredibly sexy.
Zhou Xiye leaned against the door, arms crossed, watching him. She was contemplating whether or not to sleep with him tonight. After all, they were married, and Zhou Pei had been "snatched away" by Hu and Jiang. She was a woman with needs, and with such a good piece of meat right in front of her, wouldn't it be a waste not to take it?
Although this piece of meat looks unpalatable, once the lights are off, everything is the same except for its size and preparation.
Zhou Xiye comforted himself like this, and just as he was about to speak, Pei Zhiyu walked over and said, "I'm going to take a shower first, you..."
"Did you prepare pajamas for me?"
Pei Zhiyu nodded, his dark eyes softening in the gentle light. "It's inside the second door of the wardrobe on the left as you enter the walk-in closet."
"good--"
Zhou Xiye watched him walk into the bathroom and close the wooden door. Zhou Xiye straightened up and walked into the walk-in closet. His room, roughly speaking, including the walk-in closet and the bathroom, was probably over 200 square meters. It was really big and really luxurious.
Zhou Xiye picked out a purple lace slip dress from the wardrobe. The dress felt new to her, but the tags had long been cut off; it was a Versace style. Beside it lay a men's bathrobe, its black and gold fabric exuding an air of luxury.
As Pei Zhiyu stepped out of the dressing room, his hair was wet, water droplets dripping from his black hair, his face was fair, and there were obvious water marks on his chest.
"I'm done washing, you..."
Seeing his expression, Zhou Xiye smiled and nodded, then walked into the bathroom, carrying his pajamas in his fingers. Looking at his naked self in the mirror, Zhou Xiye sighed, wiped away the steam from the mirror with his fingers, and looked at his reflection.
As Zhou Xiye sank into the warm water, he would think of the moments he shared with Pei Zhiyu during his university years: his unapproachable back in the crowd, the nobility that emanated from his very bones and the contempt he showed her, and his arrogant demeanor at the All-China Students' Federation meeting—every single one of them was him.
The warmth of his embrace was real, as was the earnest look in his eyes when he recommended himself.
Zhou Xiye dried her hair, put on her nightgown, and went out. Pei Zhiyu leaned against the headboard, holding a book in her hands, with a glass of wine on the bedside table.
Hearing the voice, he looked up at Zhou Xiye, his gaze lingering as he stared intently at her. "Are you done washing? Are you tired today?"
"It's alright," Zhou Xiye said, unsure of what to say to him, and sat down on the other side of the bed.
Pei Zhiyu looked at her, not wanting to miss a single detail.
Zhou Xiye sat on the bed, lifted the blanket and leaned against the headboard like him, the two looking at each other.
The atmosphere became heated. Pei Zhiyu raised her hand to brush the hair that was stuck to her forehead, her fingers gently stroking her face before finally stopping on her shoulder.
Zhou Xiye felt no aversion; she was simply curious to see Pei Zhiyu act wanton in bed. Pei Zhiyu's hand caressed her shoulder, and he slowly moved closer to her ear, his bathrobe perfectly outlining the lines of his shoulders.
"Want to sleep?" Zhou Xiye asked, feeling his awkward and nervous touch. Pei Zhiyu's nose gently brushed against her collarbone, his warm breath on her skin.
"Hmm... okay."
Zhou Xiye heard Pei Zhiyu's breathing quicken, and he inhaled her scent. He tilted his head back, looking at the luxurious ceiling, his fingers encircling her waist. He hadn't wanted to sleep, so how did things turn out like this?
Beauty is a curse.
Zhou Xiye moved her fingers and cupped Pei Zhiyu's head, their noses touching. She saw that his cheeks were red and there was some fine sweat on them.
Her cheeks flushed, and desire welled up in her eyes.
"You're not trying to sleep, what are you doing?"
Zhou Xiye asked the question knowingly, with a hint of teasing. Pei Zhiyu's face was cupped in her hands, her pupils dilated, and she was as docile as a cat.
Pei Zhiyu tilted her head, raised one hand, touched Zhou Xiye's hand, and gently rubbed it, not wanting her to let go.
The bathrobe came undone from the movement, revealing glimpses of Pei Zhiyu's smooth chest. Whether it was sweat or water droplets that hadn't been wiped away, they clung to every inch of her skin under the light.
For some reason, Zhou Xiye felt that there was a hint of ingratiation in his actions. Pei Zhiyu's other hand moved down Zhou Xiye's waist, lingering around the base of his thigh.
Foreplay is for lovers; Zhou Xiye just wants a good, unrestrained sex experience to release his pent-up frustrations.
Pei Zhiyu's slow and deliberate actions ignited her desire, but he did not extinguish it, adding fuel to the fire without solving the immediate problem.
Zhou Xiye applied slight pressure, and Pei Zhiyu watched as she flattened herself with his movements, then turned and straddled him.
Pei Zhiyu lay down as she moved, her hand touching her leg and sliding back and forth. Her Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and she was as docile as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Her eyes held a mixture of unease and anticipation, her proud face nestled deep in the soft pillow, her eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly.
When she first noticed Pei Zhiyu's gaze in the crowd—a gaze that looked down on her from the bottom of his heart—she never imagined that one day she would be able to pin him down and do whatever she wanted to him.
What's that saying again? A master hunter always appears as prey.
Zhou Xiye's fingers moved along his chest, as if disemboweling him.
Next, it was time for her to enjoy her spoils.
She pulled open his robe, ripped off Pei Zhiyu's underwear, and his penis sprang out. At the same time, she heard a soft moan.
Zhou Xiye touched his face. For some reason, Zhou Xiye always felt like a devil, defiling her pure soul. But the man in front of her was far more powerful and ugly than her. However, when she thought of his family background and his power, it was as if she had been injected with adrenaline, making every cell in her body throb and scream wildly.
It turns out that power really can bring unexpected pleasure.
Looking at his face, Zhou Xiye smiled, and with her other hand she grasped his genitals, which were pink and had an indescribable sense of purity.
Pei Zhiyu turned her head, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let out a muffled groan.
Zhou Xiye paused, and a lot of liquid had seeped out from the glans. Judging from Pei Zhiyu's reaction, he didn't seem to have had sexual intercourse.
"You... this is your first time?"
Zhou Xiye asked aloud, his voice suddenly filled with intense desire.
Pei Zhiyu turned to look at her, feeling that Zhou Xiye was both distant and incredibly close. Without giving her a response, he took her hand, which was resting on his face, and pressed it against his abdomen, moving it downwards.
Looking at the situation, Zhou Xiye roughly understood that Pei Zhiyu was still a virgin.
She was delighted with the gift, a wide smile spreading across her face. She lowered her head, letting her hair fall onto his skin, and gently placed a kiss on his lips.
The first time, she wasn't in a hurry and started stroking herself with her hand. As her penis grew harder, Pei Zhiyu reached out and put his arm around her waist, wanting her to sit on top of him. But Zhou Xiye wasn't so obedient. "The first time was quick. Let's do it a second time."
Pei Zhiyu shook her head, "I saved my first time for you."
Zhou Xiye didn't care whether a man was a virgin or not, nor how many women he had slept with, as long as he wasn't diseased. Besides, with her status, she could have as many virgins as she wanted. One Yi Chenling left, and another Pei Zhiyu arrived; she chuckled softly.
At this moment, Pei Zhiyu's words filled her with immense satisfaction. She suddenly understood why men liked virgins. Besides the fact that virgins hadn't tasted a good penis, it was also out of biological instinct that the first person to leave a mark on another's body always carried a special meaning.
Yi Chenling is a theoretical young virgin, but Pei Zhiyu is like a rough gem, waiting for her to carve it.
"good……"
Zhou Xiye released his penis, and his sticky hand touched his face, gently prying open his lips and teeth, stirring his fingers inside his red lips.
"This tastes like you, do you like it?"
Pei Zhiyu looked at her without saying a word.
Zhou Xiye smiled, knees against the bed, one hand supporting his penis, and slowly sat down. Pei Zhiyu's penis was very hot; after it was fully inside, she tilted her head back and let out a long sigh. Pei Zhiyu also groaned, her lower body moving uncontrollably.
He gripped her waist and instinctively launched an attack.
Zhou Xiye held his chest and swayed back and forth with his movements. Not long after, Pei Zhiyu thrust his hips and ejaculated.
His forehead was covered in sweat, he was breathing heavily, and his brow was furrowed.
Zhou Xiye smoothed away his brow with her hand, leaned down to his ear, and kissed the corner of his mouth soothingly, "It's okay, our night has only just begun..."
Her voice was extremely seductive, and Pei Zhiyu's penis revived inside her. He opened his arms and hugged Zhou Xiye completely, the two of them fitting together perfectly.
"We won't break up, right?"
Zhou Xiye gently shifted his hips, enjoying the pleasure brought by his muscular build.
Not getting a reply, Pei Zhiyu asked again, "We won't break up... right?"
Zhou Xiye buried her head in his neck and nodded.
Having received a reply, Pei Zhiyu held her tightly in his arms, turned to the side, and like a koala clinging to a tree, frantically thrust into her flower heart.
Zhou Xiye experienced pleasure amidst the raging waves; no one can resist the allure of sex. She slightly opened her eyes, looking at Pei Zhiyu's face, which was covered in dark circles; a god had been tainted by mortal dust, and an angel had tasted the flavor of desire.
She closed her eyes, finding primal pleasure in the reckless charge through pain.
The vaginal fluid was foamed up by the thrusting motion and stuck to Pei Zhiyu's pubic hair. The vaginal fluid coated his penis, making it shine pink.
Oh, no, Zhou Xiye suddenly thought of that person who was far away, Ye Rouxin.
He won't let sex cloud his judgment.
Zhou Xiye chuckled, and Pei Zhiyu pushed hard.
You're thinking about someone else.
Zhou Xiye shook his head, grabbed his hair, and gently stroked it.
Pei Zhiyu took her soft breast into his mouth, and he ate it in the most clumsy way, like a child, leaving marks on her chest. After a while, he released her, his nose brushing against her breast, smelling her scent—sweat and body fragrance.
It all smells like her.
Pei Zhiyu sighed contentedly.
When Zhou Xiye climaxed, he held her vagina tightly, refusing to pull out, and felt her writhing.
He looked at the point where their genitals were joined. He needed her, and she needed him. They were a lock and a key.
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