Chapter 115: Chapter 115: Even if My Wife Begs , I Won’t Let You Go
The ticket agent quickly handed them two tickets and a box. "These are a pair of dolphin rings from our aquarium. They’re a gift for you."
"Thank you." Mortir Quincy pocketed it, then led Holly Winslow into the aquarium.
Colorful fish swam behind the glass walls of the walkway. Ten minutes later, they reached the dolphin pool, where a show was in progress. Holly Winslow pulled Mortir Quincy to a pair of empty seats to watch.
The girl watched the dolphin show excitedly, blue light washing over her. Her lively eyes sparkled.
’The more I look at her, the more I want to kiss her.’
Mortir Quincy lowered his head and kissed her. Holly Winslow’s eyes shot wide open. She reached out to push him away, but couldn’t.
Fortunately, the dim lighting ant they didn’t attract much attention.
After a minute or two, Mortir Quincy finally let her go and said in a low, husky voice, "Darling, you’re so soft."
His expression was intensely sensual.
Holly Winslow didn’t dare to look at the people around them. She grabbed Scholar Quincy’s hand, stood up, and left the dolphin pool area.
Once they were a good distance away, Holly Winslow started pounding her little fists against Mortir Quincy’s chest, scolding him nonstop. "People who date young are supposed to be sneaky about it! You? Not only are you not sneaky, but you kiss
in front of all those people! Are you afraid soone *won’t* know we’re dating underage?"
Mortir Quincy chuckled, gently taking her by the wrist. With a soft tug, he pulled her into his arms. "It’s an early marriage."
They wandered around for a long ti. By the ti they left, it was almost nine o’clock.
Holly Winslow took a sip of her bubble tea. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mortir Quincy tapping away on his screen. She stood on her toes and asked, "Honey, what are you doing?"
"Posting a status update."
Mortir Quincy showed her his phone. It was full of photos from the aquarium. Aside from two pictures of them together, the rest were all of Holly Winslow.
Holly Winslow hadn’t seen these pictures yet. "Don’t post them yet!" she exclaid. "Let
edit them first!"
Mortir Quincy hit "post" anyway, raising an eyebrow with a teasing grin. "Edit what? My wife is already a little fairy. If you edit them any more, a re mortal like
won’t be worthy of you."
"..."
Holly Winslow pulled out her phone to look at the photos he’d posted. The caption read, "The aquarium with her."
She huffed, then swiped through the photos one by one. In every picture, she was smiling happily, her eyes curved into crescents.
’I do look pretty good,’ she thought with a touch of narcissism.
In just that short ti, several comnts had already appeared below, starting with one from Pantheon that was nothing but exclamation points.
Wyatt Winslow, who was away on a business trip, heard his phone go BING. It was the special notification sound from QQ for soone he followed closely.
He picked up his phone and saw Mortir Quincy’s status update. After tapping on it and seeing Holly Winslow’s happy little face, his own expression softened considerably, and much of his fatigue lted away.
A minute later, he had saved all the photos except for the two of them together.
It was almost ten by the ti they got back to the hotel. Holly Winslow flopped onto the bed, not wanting to move.
Mortir Quincy wet a washcloth and wiped her face. Seeing her staring at him with wide, unblinking eyes, he leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Darling, want to do so howork?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
Although she didn’t actually want anything to happen, Mortir Quincy asking if she wanted to do howork was still a bit of a blow to her ego.
’Do I have no charm just because my chest is small?’
Seeing her pout, Mortir Quincy knew exactly what she was thinking. He leaned in for another kiss. "Once we’re in college, even if you beg
to stop, I won’t let you go."
"Right. We’ll go for three days and three nights."
His blunt words made Holly Winslow’s ears burn. She suddenly shoved him away. "Let’s... let’s do howork."
"If you want to do howork, we’ll do howork. Why are you stuttering, darling?" Mortir Quincy pinched her cheek. It felt nice, so he pinched it again.
The two of them started their howork at the small round table in the room. The workload for a five-day break was naturally huge; there were over a dozen test papers alone.
Holly Winslow started with the English paper, which was her best subject. After a glance, Mortir Quincy took out his English paper to work on as well.
Around ten-thirty, Wyatt Winslow called.
Holly Winslow made a "be quiet" gesture at Mortir Quincy. "Hello, Dad."
On the other end of the line, Wyatt Winslow asked, "What are you doing? Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
"Doing howork."
"What howork?"
"An English paper."
Wyatt Winslow pursed his lips. A few seconds later, he said, "Is Mortir Quincy there with you? Put him on the phone."
Holly Winslow was about to say okay but imdiately caught herself. ’Dad’s definitely trying to trick .’
"Mortir Quincy is in the room next door. Dad, hold on, I’ll go knock."
’A young man and woman doing howork in the sa room... no one would believe that, right?’
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, looking at her with a mischievous expression.
"Never mind. Finish your howork and get to sleep early. Call
if you need anything." Wyatt Winslow didn’t press the issue.
After hanging up, Holly Winslow let out a sigh of relief.
"So, Teacher Winslow has learned how to lie now?" Mortir Quincy marked a "D" on his English paper.
Holly Winslow explained with a straight face, "It was a white lie."
The two of them did howork until midnight before sleeping, then got up at seven the next morning to do more howork.
Holly Winslow yawned as she worked. Hearing Mortir Quincy ordering breakfast, she called out, "Honey, I want a cup of soy milk."
The boy’s hair was tousled and ssy from a night of sleep. He was wearing blue and white striped pajamas, looking sowhat languid.
He nodded, then spoke into the phone again, "And add two cups of warm soy milk."
When the room service attendant arrived with their food, the two were busy with their test papers. The attendant was a bit taken aback by the table covered in papers; it was probably the first ti they’d seen soone doing schoolwork in a hotel.
Mortir Quincy gathered up the papers. "Just put it here. Thanks."
After eating, the two of them went to visit the city’s famous tourist spots.
For two straight days, they spent the dayti sightseeing and the mornings and evenings doing howork. They were just about finished with the dozen-plus test papers.
They had arrived with only two backpacks, but they left with an extra large suitcase, filled with clothes Mortir Quincy had bought for Holly Winslow and souvenirs from the attractions.
...
「The four-day break passed in a flash. It was now Sunday afternoon.」
The classroom, usually empty at four or five, was more than half full at two o’clock. Everyone was buried in their work, rushing to finish their howork.
It just proved the old saying: the length of a vacation is directly proportional to the amount of howork.
"Forrest, let
copy your math paper."
"I haven’t done it either. Wait a sec."
"Zeke, give
the English paper."
"I’ve only done one page. You can have this for now, I’ll give you the rest later."
"Argh, why isn’t Scholar Quincy here yet? Can soone go hurry him up? If he doesn’t get here soon, we won’t be able to finish our howork!"
"Who’d dare rush him? Contact his cousin. She’s easier to talk to."
At that mont, Holly Winslow was at a bubble tea shop next to the school gate with Mortir Quincy. She was a little surprised to get a call from Pantheon.
Mortir Quincy glanced over and saw the na "Pantheon" on the screen. His brow furrowed. He took the phone and answered it. Before he could speak, Pantheon’s voice ca through, "Cousin, where are you? Are you at school? When are you coming? I’ll treat you to bubble tea!"
’Bubble tea?’
’Him, treating her?’
Mortir Quincy said unhappily, "Get lost."
Before Pantheon could reply, he hung up the phone.
Back in the classroom, Pantheon was speechless. "..."
He swallowed hard and turned to Zeke Zane. "Mortir Quincy answered."
"I’m so dead. I’m going to die a horrible death, aren’t I?"
Zeke Zane: "..."
He gave him a look that said, "You’re on your own."
Then he went back to rushing through his howork.
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