Chapter 192 The Beauty of Life
At this time, Fubao was lying there helplessly like cooked noodles, not wanting to move at all.
"Does it still hurt?" The man's voice came into his ears.
"It's okay..." After all, he had just experienced such a thing, and Fubao felt a little embarrassed. He simply buried his head in his shoulder, and his voice was so vague that it sounded like a hum.
He picked her up and hugged her.
"What?" Fubao suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that it would happen again.
"Take a bath." The low voice was filled with a hint of laughter.
"I can do it myself." Fubao began to struggle.
"I'll carry you over." Xiao Dingkun insisted.
"No!" Fubao was so embarrassed.
Although the relationship between the two has taken a step further, it does not mean that she is willing to get along with him like this.
Xiao Dingkun felt that the girl in his arms was like a struggling fish that he couldn't catch. He had no choice but to put her down, and then went over to prepare warm bath water for her before coming out.
Before coming out, he looked back at her and said, "Wash well. Call me if you need anything."
For some reason, Fubao felt that the look he gave her was meaningful. She hummed softly, "Nothing is needed!"
But no matter how bad the tone was, because of the intimate things they had just experienced, the voice was still soft enough to squeeze water out of it.
Xiao Dingkun stood there looking at her, and for a moment, he almost didn't want to go out.
Many things he did not do on purpose, they just happened naturally.
Because of the extreme desire, I have been enduring it. Maybe I have reached the limit of endurance tonight. In addition, she is not opposed to it, so it happened naturally.
In fact, think about it, he is almost thirty years old. For a man of this age, with a charming fiancée by his side, it is difficult to restrain himself.
He looked at Fubao, who was hugging the bath towel tightly and was obviously a little shy, saw the blush on her cheeks, and saw her slightly wet hair hanging on her shoulders.
The woman who had just experienced intimacy with him was so pitiful and delicate that every strand of her hair was so touching.
His breathing gradually became heavier, but he finally looked away, walked out, and even considerately closed the bathroom door for her.
The distance between him and her has always been controlled by her. Something like that just happened, and she always needs time to adapt.
Once you adapt to it, you will get used to it slowly.
Thinking about what would happen after he got used to it, Xiao Dingkun suddenly felt a dryness in his throat.
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After Fubao finished taking a shower, Xiao Dingkun went in to take a shower too. After both of them had finished showering, they lay back on the bed.
They have been dating for almost four years, and this is the first time they have slept in the same bed.
This feeling is somewhat novel and special.
Fubao was held in Xiao Dingkun's arms, and there were too many things in his mind.
Finally, she stretched out her fingers and gently stroked his strong chest, but made a request: "Brother Dingkun, tell me a story."
Xiao Dingkun grabbed her playful hand and raised his eyebrows: "Tell a story?"
Fubao nodded solemnly: "I want to hear a story, Brother Dingkun, tell me."
Xiao Dingkun was helpless: "Xiao Fubao, why do you think I can tell stories?"
Does he seem like the kind of person who can tell a story?
Fubao insisted: "You definitely will."
Xiao Dingkun: "Hmm? Have you ever seen me tell you that?"
Fubao laughed: "You used to tell my grandfather stories about our country, didn't you tell them very well?"
Xiao Dingkun: "I was stating the truth about what happened in the past."
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Fubao stuck out his tongue and said, "Then tell me the truth about your past."
Xiao Dingkun was helpless. Looking at her like this, he wanted to pick all the stars in the sky for her, let alone a small request, even though this request made him helpless.
He pinched her nose and gave in: "Then what do you want me to talk about in the past?"
Fu Bao succeeded, thought for a moment and said, "Just tell me about your childhood, before I knew you, such as -"
She laughed: "For example, have you ever liked anyone?"
Xiao Dingkun gritted his teeth and said with a hint of mockery, "When I met you in the countryside, I was only thirteen years old. Do you think I've ever liked anyone?"
Before he met Fubao, he was still very young and had no idea about that aspect. After they met, even after leaving Dagunzi Mountain, they kept in touch. He told her about his movements, so how could she not know?
Fubao didn't let him go, hugged his neck and pressed him, "That's hard to say. I remember when you first went to the countryside, didn't that sister Lina like you?"
Xiao Dingkun: "What nonsense!"
Fubao: "I'm not talking nonsense! Just tell me about it. For example, when you were eleven or twelve years old, who did you meet? Did any female classmates talk to you?"
Xiao Dingkun glanced at the girl who was determined to dig three feet deep into the ground, thought for a moment, and then said, "It seems like there is one."
Fubao immediately perked up, raised his head from his arms and looked at him: "Really? And then? What happened?"
Xiao Dingkun: "Let me tell you slowly from the beginning."
When Fubao heard what he was going to tell him, he didn't know what to feel for a moment.
He really has a story? And he has a story at such a young age?
Fubao gritted his teeth secretly, feeling unhappy, but he couldn't resist his curiosity and pricked up his ears to listen to him.
He was indeed gifted at storytelling. In a low and slightly hoarse voice, he told him a story about how a woman treated him. He said that at that time, when he went to school every day, the woman would look at him every day, look at him on the way to school, look at him after school, and would also take the initiative to talk to him. Every time she spoke, she smiled at him gently.
Finally, he couldn't stand this confusion anymore and decided to go forward.
Fubao listened to him describe the details. He even remembered how the woman smiled at him and how her hair fluttered beside her ears.
The more she listened, the more uncomfortable she felt, and the more bitter she felt. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and condemned him: "How old are you? You're only twelve! How dare you have such thoughts since you were so young!"
And she’s a woman who should be several years older than him, right?
Facing Fubao's doubts and condemnations, Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows in confusion: "Isn't it normal for me to have such thoughts?"
Fubao was suddenly furious. He clenched his fists and wished he could beat him to death.
What kind of people are these!
Xiao Dingkun: "Are you thinking the wrong thing?"
Fu Bao was so angry that he slapped him: "You actually said I was thinking the wrong thing? How could you be like this? I hate you, I hate you so much!"
Xiao Dingkun held her limp fist and asked innocently and helplessly, "Is it such a heinous crime that I just want to eat an ice cream?"
Fu Bao was confused: "What?"
Xiao Dingkun raised his eyebrows helplessly, looking at her sour expression with amusement: "That woman is the old lady who sells ice cream next to the state-owned store. She kept yelling at me to buy her an ice cream. I finally couldn't stand it anymore and bought several and ate them all in one go."
Fubao: "The ice cream seller? The old lady?"
Didn’t she say that the other person smiled gently and that his hair fluttered by his ears?
Xiao Dingkun: "Yes, her gray hair fluttered by her ears, which was very conspicuous, so I always remember it."
Fu Bao was stunned for a long time. After a while, she was so angry that she clenched her fist and hit him: "You are so bad, so bad!!"
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