"If I don’t go ho, my parents will keep calling to ask where I am," she said softly, her face flushed as she burrowed her head into his chest.
"Feeling shy, are we?" Sun Dasheng stroked her head. Patience is a virtue. It’s not good to rush things. Better take it slow.
He then sent her ho.
After returning ho, Ding Muchen radiated the distinct, bittersweet scent of new love. She headed straight to her room and even locked the door, which imdiately alerted her parents.
On the living room sofa, her mother spoke first. "Has our daughter fallen head over heels in love?" She knew this phase all too well—who hasn’t been young?
Her father then said grimly, "Go to her room later and remind her not to give herself away before marriage."
"Pfft. If you want to say it, you go say it," his wife retorted. "Our daughter is already in her late twenties, yet you’re still so strict with her. Do you want her to end up an old maid who never gets married?"
"Oh, honestly! Every ti we talk about this, you accuse of not wanting her to get married. Am I really that awful?"
"Then why do you still act like such an old fossil? It’s 2024! How is your mindset still stuck in 1974?"
"Fine, I can’t win an argunt with you. But if our daughter gets used and abandoned later, you’ll be the one regretting it."
「Nightti.」
At the large flat in Courtyard No.1, Li Sili was the first to rush over. "Uncle, you’re back! How was our school’s arts festival today?" She helped him with his shoes as she asked.
"It was alright," Sun Dasheng replied offhandedly.
In truth, he had already forgotten everything that was perford at the festival. That just went to show there really hadn’t been any morable performances.
"I saw you sitting in the first row, surrounded by all the school leaders. You looked so impressive! Right, Yu Qing?" Li Sili called out to Yun Yuqing on the sofa.
Yun Yuqing quickly stood up and replied, "Uncle was very imposing today. Teacher Ding was with him the entire ti, and so students even saw them together in the school’s small grove."
"Small grove"... Those words seem to have a hidden aning, don’t they? Sun Dasheng glanced at Yun Yuqing, only to see her pouting at him. What a little minx. Getting an attitude, are we? Just wait until Uncle teaches you a proper lesson.
Yun Yuqing understood his aning. She puffed out her chest slightly, as if to say, "Bring it on. Who’s afraid of you?"
Alright, you just wait. Sun Dasheng shot back with a look.
"Uncle, what are you and Yun Yuqing doing? Why are you staring at each other like two fighting cocks? Hahaha..." The little loli was amused by her own quirky analogy.
"Where’s Si Han? Why haven’t I seen her?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Oh, she’s on her period. She’s resting in her room," Li Sili replied.
Is that so.
After the little loli fell asleep, Yun Yuqing quietly slipped out of her room. Just as she was about to open the door to the master bedroom, she was badly startled by a figure behind her.
"You scared to death! Uncle, do you not make a sound when you walk? When did you get behind ?" Yun Yuqing felt like her soul had just flown out of her body.
"I think you’re the one with the guilty conscience," Sun Dasheng said, watching her with a strange smile. Before she could react, he handed her sothing. "Here. I just took so brown sugar ginger tea to Si Han. Take this bowl to the kitchen and wash it."
He then walked into his room.
Watching his back, Yun Yuqing desperately wanted to throw the bowl at him. But if it breaks, then what will I do? She sullenly retracted her hand and obediently went to the kitchen to wash the bowl. Uncle just likes to tease us, but he actually cares a lot. I only briefly ntioned that Fang Sihan was feeling unwell because of her period, and he went to make her brown sugar ginger tea. He’s so thoughtful.
The room was pitch-dark. As she reached to turn on the light, she was suddenly swept into an embrace.
"AH!"
The next mont, the lights flicked on. Finding herself in Uncle’s arms, she began to pound on his chest. Unfortunately for her, her little fists had no effect on him whatsoever.
"How dare you scare ! Stop scaring ! You’ve done it several tis today!"
"Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you," Sun Dasheng said, carrying her out onto the master bedroom’s balcony. He pulled back a corner of the curtains, revealing a perfect view overlooking the city’s vibrant, neon-lit nightlife.
Doing it from this angle feels pretty special. It’s as if I’m not doing the woman beneath , but the entire city.
"Uncle, are you finished yet? My legs can barely hold up."
Her earlier defiance was nowhere to be found.
"Weren’t you provoking just now in the living room? What’s the matter, is that all you’ve got?"
"Hmph! Of course not! My legs are just a little numb. Let’s go to the bed, we can go another eight hundred rounds!" Yun Yuqing retorted, too stubborn to admit defeat.
"Just numb legs, is that it?" Sun Dasheng asked.
"Mhm."
"Fine. If I hold you, your legs won’t get numb, right?"
With that, Sun Dasheng scooped her into his arms. This particular move had a special na: the Hold-in-arms Girl Kill.
This ti, she lasted for a respectable while. In the end, however, she was utterly defeated, her defenses completely shattered.
"Uncle, Yu Qing can’t take it anymore!" she cried out several tis. It seed she had truly reached her limit.
He no longer held back.
Afterward, lying in bed, he lit a post-coital cigarette. Yun Yuqing had been sleeping soundly in his arms. At so point, she woke up and let out a few coughs.
Sun Dasheng quickly extinguished the cigarette. "Did the smoke bother you? I’ll smoke on the balcony next ti."
"It’s okay, Uncle." Yun Yuqing hugged him tighter.
They basked in the warmth for a mont.
"Uncle, I want to ask you a question," she said.
"Go ahead," he replied.
"What would you do if our Teacher Ding fell for you?" Yun Yuqing’s question surprised him.
How could she know? This just happened.
"Why do you ask?" Sun Dasheng asked, his expression as serene as ever.
"Because I’ve noticed she’s always stern with other n, but with you, she’s completely different. It’s just a guess."
Her words dispelled his suspicions. For a mont there, I almost thought this little minx had planted a spy on .
"Then what about you? If your Teacher Ding really beca my woman, would you be willing to be ’sisters’ with her?"
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