Doting on Mr. Su (37) before marriage, I guarded Tian Tian Shu Ba every day

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  We watched the winter reeds by the river in Xiācūn for a while, and returned home before the cold air rose at night. On the way, we also met Zhang Dama from the property management committee, who was surprised that she hadn't seen me for some time.

  I said I'm going back home for Chinese New Year, and by the way, get engaged or something. I'm really afraid that her parents will say that my lifestyle of cohabitation is problematic.

  "She was surprised: 'So early? My son is almost thirty and still doesn't have a girlfriend!'"

  "It's true, I also think it's early, but what can you do when someone is rushing to get married? It's not like we have a choice! Isn't that right, Mr. Su?" I teased him from afar.

  Mrs. Zhang just walked a few steps, raised her glasses, looked for a while, and praised generously: "This young man is not bad! He's tall! He looks good too! Our future child won't be ugly!"

  Her praise is really making people dare not to flatter her.

  Mrs. Zhang asked Mr. Su what his surname was, where he was from, what job he did, and what his parents did, finally I couldn't help it anymore and pulled Mr. Su to make a quick escape, but he still answered all the questions quite enjoyably...

  Although the answer is very unrealistic.

  For example, a person from Jiangsu Province, his ancestral home is in Jiangsu, but even his grandfather has never stayed in Jiangsu for several years.

  For example, a lawyer, he is a lawyer, but has many sidelines, and still takes on international business.

  His parents' jobs are quite different, one is a civil servant and the other is a teacher, many people work in public institutions, his father is just an ordinary middle-ranking official, and his mother is also an ordinary teacher, just so happens to be a professor...

  When I got home, I still had a lingering fear: "Do you know how scary the landlord's wife is? Like the red sleeve band of Old Hu's alley, as soon as something happens, it spreads throughout the entire neighborhood. She goes to the elderly activity center every morning and dances in the square at night, surrounded by loudspeakers..."

  Mr. Su hung his clothes on the coat rack, walked over and pulled me up from the sofa, undressing my down jacket while laughing: "How? Everyone has their eyes on my treasure, can't I declare ownership? It's better to make a big announcement." He lifted my chin and kissed me again: "I wish the whole world knew you're going to marry me."

  I blinked in confusion: "When did they ever take me seriously? Are you overthinking this?"

  "His son is almost thirty, what's the point of mentioning it to you?"

  "It's just a casual mention..."

  He nodded: "Yeah, just mentioning it casually."

  He's coaxing the kid again, but he didn't listen at all, how annoying!

  I'm too lazy to tell him, anyway I don't think it's embarrassing that everyone knows I have a boyfriend, it's just that I'm afraid that when everyone sees me they'll ask an awkward question...

  I returned to the bedroom, he went to hang up clothes, came out of the bathroom after taking a bath, and saw him sitting on my bed reading a book with a pair of black-framed glasses, looking elegant and refined.

  I was attracted by his glasses and ignored the key point, crawling over to ask: "Are you nearsighted?"

  "It's just a little bit." He closed the book and took off his glasses.

  "Let me try..." I took the glasses and put them on to experience it for myself, without feeling dizzy: "This should be a plain glass, right?"

  "The degree is very small, used for reading foreign books." He said, reaching out his hand to take off his glasses.

  That sudden movement made me suddenly wake up and grab the quilt that was covering my chest: "You have to go sleep in my brother's room!"

  I just came out of the bathroom unguarded, and I was still wearing a bathrobe.

  He tilted his head in confusion, looking a bit cute, especially with his eyelashes blinking visibly.

  I felt a bit embarrassed: "My period is coming soon, let me sleep alone for a few days..."

  "My period is coming soon, let me sleep for a few days..."

  He smiled and reached out to pull down the blanket I had clutched to my chest: "I do want you, but not now." Then he went to pull off my bathrobe: "Do you think I'd force you?"

  "Not... isn't..."

  I just can't say it out loud... 'Actually I'm afraid that I won't be able to resist the ** he gives me...'

  For a brief few seconds, he stripped me out of my bathrobe and then the quilt followed closely behind to wrap me up in it.

  While I was still dazed, he threw the bathrobe under the bed and got into bed himself, pulling me into his arms as well...

  I leaned against him, the skin on my entire back sticking to his silk pajamas, separated by a thin layer of smoothness, his heartbeat came through powerfully, intersecting with the rhythm of my left atrium...

  One hand was under my pillow, the other rested on my lower abdomen, the scorching temperature transmitted through his palm into my body, warmth spreading from his hands to all over... making even my heart feel slightly itchy.

  "Su Hao..."

  "Huh?"

  "If you go on like this, I won't be able to sleep..."

  "How's that?"

  His hand moved, along the invisible midline of my navel, slowly upwards...

  I grasped his hand and said with a blush: "Let's... let's go back to how it was just now!"

  His voice, **low and husky:** "Just now? What was that?"

  The dampness coming from the ear canal made me feel like I was going to explode, and I started trembling involuntarily...

  "Like this? Or like this?"

  His hand moved up again, lightly like a feather brushing against my already trembling body, bringing about a wave of shudders... and then stopped at the peak, with one fingertip gently touching that protruding bead.

  That moment's feeling made me involuntarily let out an embarrassing sound, I hastily and anxiously covered my mouth and clenched my teeth, too ashamed to make another move.

  This feeling is maddening, all the heat in my body is rushing to my lower abdomen, the trembling sensation brings an indescribable longing, making me involuntarily start twisting and rubbing...

  His hand somehow wandered down, lingering between the lower abdomen and the pubic hair, with clear heavy breathing by his ear like an incantation that dispels the clouds, missing his touch...missing his fingertips...

  Sometimes the body is more honest than the mind, I've already buried my face in the quilt with shame, but my body has awakened under his touch, restlessly.

  Su Hao, you're so annoying!

  I cursed inwardly, pushed away his hand and suddenly turned around, no longer caring about etiquette or reason, accurately aiming at his mouth, and kissed him directly!

  His eyes, like the deep sea, suddenly gathered a storm, a whirlpool gathering destructive power, as if to suck people in, crushing them to pieces...

  The kiss was initiated by me, but he was actually in control. As our breathing became more and more labored, he seemed reluctant to let go, as if he hadn't had enough of the kiss. His arms would relax for a moment, then tighten again, stirring up what little composure I had left.

  I regret it, if I had another chance, I would definitely choose to sleep quietly instead of provoking this big black wolf. If things go on like this, it's likely that the saying "every man has a ** in his heart" will become a reality, and by then, can I still escape unscathed?

  Indeed, the valley of peach blossoms makes people become demons!

  He should die before getting married, right?

  After all, no matter how intimate they are, they will never cross that line. I can feel his mercy from it. This line before marriage, he will follow it, right?

  But speaking of which, wasn't I the one who was provoked first?

  Since you've already crossed the line, what right do you have to ask others to stick to it?

  I really want to slap myself!

  Just as I was slowly losing consciousness and becoming dazed, a rush of fresh air filled my lungs, bringing with it a sense of being reborn. His hoarse voice whispered in my ear, "Sleep, idiot."

  He finally chose the bottom line of death before marriage...

  So... I fell asleep with conflicting relief and unknown disappointment.