Nan Chuyan obediently replied, "Mom, we've already had dinner, so we don't need to call the chef to cook anymore."

Wan Ge pulled her beloved young husband to sit on the sofa and said earnestly to Madam Nan, "Mom, I want to get engaged to Yan Yan first, and then we'll get married when he's old enough."

In this world, men can get married at twenty, while women can get married two years earlier, at eighteen.

"Okay. We'll invite your parents and pick a good day together." Madam Nan had already thought about this kind of thing after that relationship happened, and after her son admitted that he liked her.

Now, whether Wan Ge is acting out of a sense of responsibility or genuinely likes him, Madam Nan doesn't care that much anymore. As long as the two of them can be together, that's all that matters.

Wan Ge nodded, then followed the boy back to his room.

…

Wan Ge suddenly remembered that she didn't have any clothes at her house; the last time she wore home, the boy had taken them from his mother. So after taking a shower, she put on the boy's shirt.

The boy, who had already finished showering, sat quietly on the edge of the bed. He only looked up at her when he heard her coming out of the bathroom.

The other person was wearing his shirt, which, due to their height, reached just halfway up their thighs. The thin shirt did little to conceal their alluring figure.

Nan Chuyan blushed instantly and awkwardly looked away. Even though they had already done very intimate things, she still couldn't help but feel shy at the sight.

Wan Ge could understand his current state very well. She was a cute and innocent little flower who was easily embarrassed and blushed.

Wan Ge, who hadn't originally intended to do anything, looked at the boy blushing shyly, his eyes timid and hesitant to look at her, appearing both obedient and docile.

Wan Ge walked up to him and hugged him tightly, then opened her mouth and kissed his earlobe.

The delicate-looking boy's cheeks turned even redder, and his ears also turned red, but he didn't dare to resist at all and could only obediently endure it, just like he was being bullied.

When Wan Ge touched his body, she could feel the boy's tension. It was probably because she hadn't been gentle with him while drunk, which made the boy both expectant and afraid after he understood.

"Yan Yan," Wan Ge called softly.

Nan Chuyan obediently turned around, her cheeks flushed as she looked at him. It seemed she couldn't breathe through her nose anymore; her rosy lips were slightly parted as she breathed in small gasps.

Wan Ge grabbed the boy's hand, and the delicate and frail boy fell over with a push.

"Don't be afraid." When Wan Ge said this, her movements became much gentler, deciding to gently let the other person feel the joy of this.

…

…

Wan Ge gently touched his cheek with her fingertips, as if even after taking a bath, the young man had not yet recovered from the lovemaking they had just experienced.

The other person's dazed eyes and tormented expression made Wan Ge wonder if he really liked her. This time he was being very gentle, and he was the one who did most of the work.

"Yan Yan, do you like it?" Wan Ge asked her precious boy softly, her voice a little hoarse.

Nan Chuyan nodded obediently, his hands unconsciously tightening their embrace.

"I want to hear you say you like it." He knew the boy was too shy to say it, but he just wanted to hear it.

Nan Chuyan whispered, "I like it so much."

I really like her. I love how gentle she is. I love how she only had eyes for me at that time. I love how she begged me to take the initiative.