Yan Bo looked at her flushed face under the lamplight, and even though he knew he couldn't have her, he was already mostly satisfied.
It would be a lie to say that I had no ulterior motives towards this person.
After all, he was twenty years old, a time when he was full of vigor and vitality.
But isn't the difference between humans and animals simply that we have reason?
His reason couldn't control whether he liked or disliked her, but he could control his primal urges as a male animal.
"Don't worry, he's a good wolf. He said he'll wait patiently for the little white rabbit to come to him willingly."
Yan Bo looked at her with a smile, then picked up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling) and put it in his mouth.
Having gone this far, any further discussion would be considered inappropriate content. Tong Xiaohuai didn't know much about such topics; most of what she knew came from what Xiao Mi had casually mentioned in her jokes or banter. Compared to what Yan Bo knew, it was nothing. Knowing she was easily embarrassed about such things, she kept quiet and didn't have the courage to discuss it further with Yan Bo.
Normally, she would only eat a bowl of porridge for supper, but this time she was a little absent-minded. Her chopsticks unconsciously reached towards the basket where Yan Bo had just put away his chopsticks, picked up a steamed bun, and instinctively stuffed it into her mouth.
Feeling that Yan Bo's intense gaze had never left her, Tong Xiaohuai could only lower her head and pretend to chew the steamed bun she had just stuffed into her mouth seriously.
She then realized what it meant to reap what you sow. If she hadn't stubbornly accepted his words, their conversation wouldn't have ended up in such a bizarre situation.
But she knew very well in her heart that although she had been dating him for a while, she had never tried anything deeper between men and women, except for things like hugging and kissing, and she didn't know much about it.
She always believed that she and he were both still very young, and that some problems would naturally resolve themselves without needing to deliberately provoke or force anything.
She herself didn't have any particular thoughts on this matter. Even though she missed him terribly during this separation, a warm hug or a tender kiss from him could make all the pain of longing disappear.
But just now, she suddenly realized that in this respect, Yan Bo, as a man, had a different level of intimacy with her than she did.
Realizing this, she raised her head, a hint of retreat flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly concealed by her stubborn and determined expression.
"Yanbo, you know I didn't think that much about it, nor did I think that far ahead."
The "more" and "far" she referred to were not about their future or what would happen later, but simply about the final contact in their intimate relationship.
Yan Bo, of course, understood the meaning behind her words. His gentle face still held a smile, as if her words couldn't even cause a ripple.
Seeing that he didn't react much, Tong Xiaohuai felt a little uneasy. What did his calm expression mean?
Before she could speak again, Yan Bo reached out and took her hand, which was holding the chopsticks. His warm fingertips gently caressed the back of her hand, as if trying to soothe and dispel all the unease in her heart.
It was only after following Tong Xiaohuai around several of the Tong family's casinos that Yan Bo suddenly realized that many testosterone-fueled men were always around Tong Xiaohuai. Although Boss Tong seemed to be a devoted person, there must be quite a few men like Ling Qingyun who frequented brothels around Tong Xiaohuai as well.
She probably labeled him with a label that didn't belong to him because of the bad behavior of the men around her.
"Xiao Huai, I don't know what kind of existence a man is in your mind. But I can assure you that whatever I do will respect your wishes, and as long as we are in a relationship, my heart and body will be absolutely loyal to you. So, don't overthink it, okay?"
His fingers were long, and the skin on his fingertips had a slightly rough texture unique to men. His fingertips gently caressed her hand, as if stroking the wrinkles and pits in her heart.
His words were like a warm current, instantly filling all the unease and resentment in her heart into a smooth plain.
She looked up and met his eyes, which were gentle yet always felt burning hot within her. She licked her lips and softly replied, "Mmm."
Perhaps because of their conversation before bed, both of them slept well that night.
The next day, Tong Laoda and his mother got up early and walked out of the living room. Tong Laoda, who was always very alert to outsiders, frowned slightly. "Who came to the house?"
Uncle Yuan, who was carrying tea and a newspaper, walked to the center of the living room and quickly responded, "It's the Third Young Master."
Tong Laoda's brow remained furrowed. "He's bringing breakfast over so early again?"
His precious daughter spent the whole day with him yesterday and last night, and he's still not satisfied? He actually chased after him first thing this morning. Is he really in such a hurry to kidnap his Boss Tong's little darling?
Tong Laoda harbored the same resistance towards his prospective son-in-law as all fathers-in-law.
Putting aside the truth that he wanted to take his daughter away, Boss Tong admitted that Yan Bo was an excellent man, and if it weren't for his daughter, he might have even become close friends with Yan Bo despite their age difference.
After all, he and Yan Bo actually have a lot in common.
"No, the Third Young Master brought the Eldest Miss back last night, and since it was getting late, he stayed here overnight!"
Uncle Yuan spoke slowly and deliberately, but before he could finish, a furious roar erupted, "What? He's staying here overnight? I'll break his legs!"
Before Tong's mother could grab him, he turned around and took a few steps to his beloved daughter's bedroom door, raising his hand to knock.
Just then, the door opened, and Tong Xiaohuai, still half asleep, looked up at Tong Laoda standing outside the door with a bewildered and innocent expression.
"Dad, why are you yelling so early in the morning?"
Tong Xiaohuai had just gotten up and hadn't even had time to wash up when she heard her father yelling loudly. She quickly opened the door to see what was going on.
Only a small part of her mind was conscious.
Tong Laoda didn't care about anything else. He pushed his daughter away gently with his hand, then peeked inside, trying his best to see what was happening in the room.
"Where is that brat Yanbo?" It was easy to tell that he was still very angry.
Tong Xiaohuai was taken aback for a moment, and was about to answer when a gentle voice came from outside the corridor, "Uncle Tong, good morning, you were looking for me?"
Tong Laoda suddenly turned his head, his fierce gaze landing on the neatly dressed young man standing in the corridor, who was dragging a suitcase.
“You…” He was about to give the young man a good scolding, but when his gaze fell on the suitcase, he became puzzled.
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