"Mr. Su, you’re... too rough!" She felt she couldn’t catch her breath, and her lips were nearly bitten through.
"..." He wanted to say, I did want to be gentle, but you’re too unreliable!
He thought that although he wasn’t a romantic person, today’s arrangent did require so thought, yet his girlfriend, who forgot everything upon seeing a cake—was it not quite controlled that he didn’t let his blood pressure rise? And now she was complaining he was rough?
He nibbled her ear, suddenly infected by her, inspiration struck, and he said, "Rough? There’s rougher yet; it’s not like you don’t know..."
"..." Tu Hengsha was stunned. Mr. Su was proving to be a true master! Far more knowledgeable than she was!
And then... it turned into a disaster scene...
Despite several attempts, Mr. Su believed his theory was correct, the thod was correct, and the path was correct, but he just couldn’t make his way in...
Tu Hengsha cried out in pain, "Your foot size is 40, and you insist on fitting into a size 36 shoe! How could it possibly fit? The size isn’t right!"
"..." Already sweating, he burst into laughter at her words, all the brewing emotions dissipating—it looked like this was going nowhere...
Yet letting it end like this was sothing he couldn’t accept!
"Tu Hengsha!" He called her full na through gritted teeth, "You’re second to none in ruining the mood!"
"Second to none for worst technique!" she retorted in pain, "Did you even study for this? Were you daydreaming while studying?"
"..." Daydream during this kind of study? He made a tough decision; he was just too considerate of her! It seed in certain situations, a man needed to be more decisive!
With this thought, he decided to no longer consider the size mismatch. This hurdle must be overco! One hard push was better than prolonged pain!
With that thought, he took action decisively and moved forward boldly...
Following a scream from Tu Hengsha, her teeth clamped onto his shoulder, and he couldn’t even feel if his shoulder hurt or not, because sothing hurt even more...
Not quite a pleasant experience.
When he finally carried her to the bathroom to clean her up, one look and even he was startled—she was indeed hurt...
She was either too tired or too hurt, slumped and sulking, leaning against his shoulder.
"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault..." He offered a heap of apologies, yet she rely lay on his shoulder without saying a word, as if asleep, so obedient and quiet—unlike her usual self.
Feeling heartbroken and loving, he helplessly carried her back, tucked her into the warm quilt, lying down beside her, enveloping her gently in his arms, stroking her hair, kissing her forehead, and softly comforting her.
She finally responded, hugging his waist, snuggling against his chest, murmuring sothing.
"What?" He didn’t catch it and asked again, but she didn’t reply. Upon looking again, she was indeed asleep?
He smiled slightly, gazing at her for a long while before turning off the light.
The next day, he woke up very early. The light was dim, and it was so quiet he could hear the whisper of snow falling outside—had the snow been going all night? Or had it started again in the early morning?
The bed was warr than ever, with the soft fragrance and warmth of a person in his arms. He was sowhat bewildered—was this a dream?
No.
But it was so warm it was hard to believe.
He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and occasionally their lips touched, featherlight, hesitant to wake her.
Yet he couldn’t fall asleep again. A man in the morning, particularly one who had just tasted delight, had the courage and fierceness of a beast erging from its lair.
He considered getting up for a shower, but as soon as he moved, the warm soft body snuggled close, limbs wrapping around him, with a low moan that was both dainty and tearful.
He couldn’t leave, lying back with a bitter smile—but the bitterness was sweet, like the chocolate caral he often bought her.
A tornt, yet a bliss.
She slept so soundly that even the alarm couldn’t wake her. Seeing the ti, he couldn’t delay any longer, combed her hair with his fingers, and gently called out to her.
She rely humd and burrowed further into his arms.
Helpless, he could only wake her through action...
Tu Hengsha had a frightening dream, dreaming of a large tiger with a bloodthirsty maw, about to devour her. Terrified, she fled for her life, but in the end, she was pinned down by the tiger, unable to breathe. Just as she was about to be swallowed, she found so unexplained strength, shoving the tiger away and even landing a slap...
With a loud "smack," the sound was quite real...
Mr. Su was bewildered by her slap, and the freed Tu Hengsha woke up at that mont, seeing the ferocious tiger on top of her transform into Mr. Su. Startled, she pointed at Mr. Su, "Tig... tiger..."
Mr. Su, with a big red handprint on his face, silently looked at her.
Apart from the "are you a tiger or Mr. Su?" confusion, Tu Hengsha was also in a daze: Where am I? What did I do?
After a brief ntal freeze, her body honestly reminded her of where the pain was, and she suddenly ca to realization.
As an "action dwarf" and "epito of escape," she imdiately felt at a loss, pointing to the bathroom, "I... I’m going to wash my face."
She leapt from the bed, almost collapsing with weak legs.
Shaking off Mr. Su’s helping hand, she solemnly refused his assistance, "I’ll go by myself..." She needed so quiet.
Su Ronggui helplessly shook his head with a smile, this ostrich...
Just as that thought passed, there was a scream from the bathroom. Anxiously, he rushed in, only to find her standing before the mirror, holding up her left hand. On her left ring finger was a ring, and she was staring wide-mouthed at it in the mirror.
Amused, he walked over and embraced her from behind. In the mirror was their overlapping image, her small figure fitting perfectly within his embrace.
"When... when did this get put on?" She asked with trembling fingers.
"While you were asleep." He kissed her cheek.
"You... didn’t get my permission before putting it on? Are you freeloading?" Not only did her fingers tremble, but she also had words lined up in protest.
He grasped her hand, intertwining their fingers, "Miss, doesn’t freeloading an eating without paying? So last night, what I ate..." He paused and smiled, the implication clear. In fact, she had wrongly accused him; he had intended to give her the ring right after the candle was blown out, the ceremony was almost complete, but once the candle was blown, she began to eat...
He really doubted, if given a choice between cake and the ring, she would certainly choose the cake...
Tu Hengsha was flushed with embarrassnt from his implicit "so," stamring for quite a while, "Fine! Let’s just say I ate you last night! Although I got a raw deal, it hurt like hell, but considering you’re not bad-looking, I’ll accept it! As for paynt... hmm, just use your lifeti to pay it off."
"Really?" Shouldn’t she be the one to pay if she ate him? He thought of that choice question, "Actually, I was going to buy you another cake today, so do you choose my lifeti? Let give you one more chance, the cake? Or my lifeti?"
"Huh? Like that? Then I’ll still choose the cake!"
"Tu Hengsha!"
"..." Run quickly! Mr. Su was at it again, and again, again...
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