The two people were in a standoff. Gong Xiaoyu’s hand got tired, her chopsticks loosened, and a quail egg fell onto Yue Xiaoyang’s... crotch.
The egg mischievously rolled a few tis.
Hmm, the egg... quail egg...
The air suddenly went silent.
Gong Xiaoyu stared blankly at his crotch, her brain flashed inappropriate images, and a big drop of cold sweat slid down the back of her head.
This is so awkward! So embarrassingly awkward!
Yue Xiaoyang held his breath, his heart started to race.
His gaze turned dangerous. He reclined on the sofa, shalessly saying, "Help clean my pants."
Gong Xiaoyu’s facial muscles twitched a few tis. Why is he acting like he’s at her rcy?
Yue Xiaoyang thought to himself, I’ve already laid down, it’s unreasonable if there’s no further developnt.
Gong Xiaoyu, indifferent, said, "You can just change pants after you shower later."
"I already showered today, these are my sleeping pants."
Yue Xiaoyang looked at her with emphasis and repeated, "I already showered."
Gong Xiaoyu’s ears turned red. He... he... is he flirting with her?
Yue Xiaoyang chuckled mischievously, finding her more adorable like this.
Gong Xiaoyu’s assertiveness seed to vanish. She panicked and wanted to retreat, "I should head back tonight, you can handle this yourself."
Yue Xiaoyang wasn’t about to let her go. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forcefully onto him.
Gong Xiaoyu fell on top of him, chaotically struggling to get away from him, "Yue Xiaoyang!"
Yue Xiaoyang, hit sowhere by her, took a deep breath, his tone becoming heated.
He tried to ignore the sensation "sowhere" and said, "Don’t move, you’re aggravating my wound."
Gong Xiaoyu dared not move anymore. Even though Yue Xiaoyang ntioned his wound, his hands firmly held her shoulders as he turned over and pressed her beneath him.
It didn’t look like the wound hurt at all, his movents were fluid.
Gong Xiaoyu thought he was lying. She looked at his hand, seeing the wound bleeding.
She beca anxious, "Your hand’s bleeding, and you’re still playing around!"
Yue Xiaoyang didn’t care about the bleeding. He greedily observed her up close, "It doesn’t hurt."
"How can it not hurt? You look like you’re in pain."
Yue Xiaoyang’s breathing beca irregular, and his face looked pained. He gritted his teeth, "It’s not the wound that hurts."
Gong Xiaoyu, worried about his wound, temporarily forgot the awkwardness from earlier. She asked, "Then where does it hurt?"
Yue Xiaoyang threw caution to the wind. He pressed closer to her... Gong Xiaoyu’s eyes widened in an instant, "Yue Xiaoyang, you pervert!"
Shen Lan walked into the doorway, saw the two of them tangled on the sofa, and imdiately turned around and left.
My goodness, her son finally figured it out?
Thankfully she wasn’t discovered, or she would have ruined her son’s mont!
Shen Lan was thrilled. She went downstairs to consult the calendar, looking for a good day for a wedding.
The two people in the room hadn’t noticed anyone had co in. Yue Xiaoyang ignored the struggling woman beneath him, holding her tightly in his arms, breathlessly saying, "Xiao Yu, if you keep making trouble, I’ll start bullying you."
"You’re already bullying right now!" Gong Xiaoyu wanted to hit him hard, but her strength was no match for his. "Yue Xiaoyang, aren’t your legs supposed to be injured? And yet, you still..."
Yue Xiaoyang said, "My legs are indeed a bit inconvenient, but I am still a normal man."
She paraded in front of him every day; it was impressive that he had held back for so long.
With him pressing her down like this, she had nowhere to retreat, her head beca dizzy, and her heart raced.
She hadn’t forgotten this feeling. When they were together before, he had led her to experience the pleasure shared between lovers. It was he who taught her the significant difference between a girl and a woman.
During that period, she loved the deepest, and she also got hurt the deepest.
Now, with him holding her like this, it felt like going back to those tis.
But can they really go back?
Gong Xiaoyu’s eyes beca hot, and she commanded herself to wake up, "Yue Xiaoyang, if you dare to act recklessly, I’ll cripple you!"
Yue Xiaoyang ignored her unthreatening warning. His hand gently caressed her face, his voice trembling slightly, "Xiao Yu, I love only you. I won’t fall for anyone else. Let’s get married, let take care of you, okay?"
Gong Xiaoyu reminded him, "I’m your assistant; I’ll leave after three months. What marriage?"
Yue Xiaoyang leaned down to kiss her. Gong Xiaoyu avoided it, but Yue Xiaoyang gave her no chance to escape, dominantly taking over her lips and tongue.
Gong Xiaoyu, in a mont of determination, bit him hard.
The scent of blood spread, Yue Xiaoyang frowned but didn’t let go, continuing to tangle with her. His actions beca more forceful and wild, making it hard for her to escape.
Gong Xiaoyu was stunned. Does this man not feel pain?
She was at her wit’s end, gradually succumbing to Yue Xiaoyang’s dominance. Although he didn’t get her response, he was already satisfied.
At least she wasn’t resisting; this was a good start.
Yue Xiaoyang’s kiss gradually beca tender and lingering, holding her tightly as if to make up for all that was missed.
They had missed too much; he really missed her scent.
Gong Xiaoyu didn’t hold out for long. He knew how to tease her. He always knew how to control her reactions.
She closed her eyes, and her hand gently fell on his waist.
Yue Xiaoyang suddenly pulled away.
Gong Xiaoyu felt empty inside. She opened her eyes to look at him. Why did he stop?
She was filled with regret. She almost... she was so useless! So embarrassing!
Yue Xiaoyang didn’t know about her inner turmoil. He wiped a bit of blood off the corner of her mouth, cherishingly saying, "Xiao Yu, I won’t force you. I want to wait for you to agree to marry ."
Gong Xiaoyu resolved her confusion. Is this what he was thinking?
In that case, her reaction just now wasn’t that shaful.
Gong Xiaoyu found herself a step down. She said, "Let up."
Yue Xiaoyang simply held her, "Let hold you for a while."
Gong Xiaoyu turned her head and saw the quail egg on the floor, "Your egg..."
Yue Xiaoyang followed her gaze, his face turned dark, and he growled, "My egg is not that small! Do you want to see it!"
Gong Xiaoyu’s face burned. Her inner strength exploded, and she kicked him to the ground, "Yue Xiaoyang, if you dare to say one more dirty word, I’ll castrate you!"
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