Chapter 230: Chapter 240: Teacher Winslow, I Don’t Understand, You Teach
Holly Winslow: "..."
’A daughter?’
’He sure has a wild imagination.’
She reached out and pinched his cheek a little hard, leaving a red mark. She then rubbed it and said, "We’re not even married. Are you trying to get my dad to kill you?"
"It has nothing to do with being married."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss. "We have a ready-made ’daughter,’" he added.
"Baby Holly, be a good girl. Want to go sleepy-bye?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
’So childish.’
She "disgustedly" tried to push him away, but failed. That rascal Mortir Quincy planted a kiss on her and said, "Be good, listen to . I’ll carry you to sleepy-bye."
Seeing that he was getting addicted to his little act, Holly Winslow gave him a light punch, then patted his cheek. "Good boy, my little puppy."
The "little puppy": "..."
’Damn it, that’s so infuriating it’s funny.’
The "little puppy" leaned in closer. "Try saying that one more ti."
Holly Winslow stuck her tongue out at him. Just as she was about to say sothing, Mortir Quincy kissed her, starting to act like a rogue.
...
"The curtains."
"No one can see."
"*I* can see."
"..."
Mortir Quincy got up in resignation. Holly Winslow quickly grabbed her laptop, ran into the bedroom, and locked the door from the inside.
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He grabbed a key from the shoe cabinet, opened the bedroom door, and saw Holly Winslow’s "gear"—she had put on a thick, padded winter coat.
He couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Any lustful thoughts he’d had monts before vanished completely. He just leaned against the doorfra, laughing.
Holly Winslow smugly stuck her tongue out at him. Mortir Quincy couldn’t take it anymore. He walked over with a smile and helped her take it off. "Silly wifey."
Afterward, Holly Winslow replied in the "Little Fairies" group chat: "Hold on to the godmother gifts for a few more years. I want a big one."
Anna Willow quickly replied: "Holly, we can give them now." She added a winking, mischievous smiley.
Right, Ellie?
Iris Kensington imdiately chid in: "Yes, and we can even give a double portion."
Holly Winslow thought for a mont, then quickly typed: "I can give you double your double portion of godmother gifts. You two want to pop one out right here, right now?"
Anna Willow: "..."
Iris Kensington: "..."
A second later, the two replied one after another: "Holly, you little perv."
"Holly, you little perv."
Holly Winslow smugly jiggled her leg: "Thanks for the complint."
Beside her, Mortir Quincy chuckled again. He reached out and slapped her leg, teasing, "Teacher Winslow, you trying to go f—k up society?"
Holly Winslow stared at him with a grin and said, enunciating each word, "F—k. You."
Mortir Quincy’s eyes narrowed with great interest. He lay lazily on the bed, propping his head up with one hand. "I didn’t satisfy my wifey last ti, so I’ll be sure to satisfy you this ti."
Holly Winslow wasn’t an idiot. Hearing this, she grabbed her phone and called Wyatt Winslow. He picked up instantly. "Dad." As she spoke, she smugly stuck her tongue out at Mortir Quincy.
Mortir Quincy reached out and took Holly’s phone. "Dad, Holly won’t take her dicine."
Watching Scholar Quincy casually spout nonsense to tattle on her, Holly Winslow was speechless: "..."
’Was it about taking dicine?’
’He clearly wanted to...’
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to speak. Seeing that she’d chickened out, he then said into the phone, "Mhm, I’ll take good care of her."
He hung up a few seconds later.
The corners of his long, narrow eyes crinkled with amusent. Seeing her try to run, he hooked a finger on her clothes. "Don’t chicken out. I’m still looking forward to you f—king ."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She suddenly hugged his waist and put on a pitiful act. "Big bro, please spare this little bro. I was blind and failed to recognize your greatness, and I offended you. Your little bro apologizes."
Hearing the word "offended," Mortir Quincy let out a low chuckle and asked with ill intent, "Offended
how? With how much force? In what position?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
"Position my ass."
Mortir Quincy shrugged innocently and continued to tease her. "Teacher Winslow, didn’t you say to ask if you don’t understand? Well, I don’t understand. Why don’t you teach ?"
Teacher Winslow: "..."
’Such a flirt.’
...
After Anna Willow complained, Holly Winslow dutifully took the afternoon she had set aside for studying and used it to go shopping instead. Neither of them brought their boyfriends.
Because of this, Scholar Quincy had grumbled in dissatisfaction a few tis.
When girls go shopping, it’s either to eat or to buy clothes. Holly Winslow hadn’t bought any new outfits in a while, so she bought several sets.
Seeing that the clothes she was buying were mostly long-sleeved shirts and pants, Anna Willow asked doubtfully while picking through the racks, "Holly, you don’t wear shorts? Your legs are so pale and straight, I’m dying of envy."
"The one at ho would get jealous," Holly Winslow "complained" with a grin, adding, "You know how it is."
That rascal Mortir Quincy liked seeing her wear short things at ho—the shorter, the better. But when she went out, the longer, the better. In his own words, it would be best if she just wrapped herself in a duvet.
It wasn’t that he forbade her from wearing them, but if she did, that guy would one hundred percent "put on a black face."
Afterward, he’d secretly throw the clothes away. Once, he threw out a dress of hers that cost over a thousand yuan, which made her so angry she never dared to buy another one.
The stench of love in the air was too much for Anna Willow. "Ooh," she cooed, then said seriously, "You’re not even married yet and you’re already ’reforming yourself’? Holly, a girl still needs her own space. He won’t let you do this, won’t let you do that... don’t you feel like you have no freedom?"
’To be honest, when she first started dating Mortir Quincy, she did feel a lack of freedom. But the longer you’re married, the more you co to understand this "control."
The more a man "controls" you, the more he cares. If he doesn’t control you at all, it basically ans he doesn’t have his heart in it anymore.
You learn these things after being married for a few years.’
Holly Winslow shook her head and said smugly, "When he manages everything, I get to be lazy."
Anna Willow was force-fed another mouthful of dog food. She couldn’t help but shiver. "Aww, that’s so cheesy it’s sickening."
She picked up an item of clothing, held it up to herself, then put it back. "Holly, you never used to be like this. You used to teach us, ’n ain’t shit!’"
"n ain’t worth a damn."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’That was during the period after Wyatt Winslow and Yvonne Lewis divorced, when her rebellious phase kicked in.
A family can really influence a child.’
Before she could answer, Anna Willow leaned in close and said with a lecherous grin, "Is it because your handso cousin has been satisfying you?"
"Mhm, mhm, mhm..."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Her face flushed. She grabbed a piece of clothing and handed it to her. "Hurry up and try it on. Go knock your Zeke Zane dead."
Anna Willow flicked her hair with her hand and blinked. "No need to try it on. I could wear a rag and Zeke Zane would still be head over heels for ."
Holly Winslow couldn’t help but laugh. "Anna, you’re so thick-skinned. So thick-skinned I don’t even know what to say."
Anna Willow showed no signs of embarrassnt in front of her. She giggled, "Hehe," then handed her a dress. "Holly, this one isn’t short. We can wear it as a matching bestie outfit. I’ll buy one for Ellie, too."
"I’ll buy them for you guys. I’m a rich lady."
Holly Winslow thought about how she hadn’t given them any gifts for their relationships. She patted her bag, putting on an air of wealth, then leaned close to Anna Willow and said, "It’s Mortir Quincy’s scholarship money, hehe."
Hearing the handso cousin’s na again, Anna Willow shivered. "Holly, you can’t go three sentences without ntioning your handso cousin."
Holly Winslow blinked innocently. "Do I?"
Anna Willow tickled her. "Yes."
The two of them shopped until six or seven in the evening before parting ways.
...
Mortir Quincy had just finished cooking when his company started a group video call for new employee training.
He went to the study.
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