-1-
Now that I think about it, he exposed too many doubts in this regard.
Miss M had her suspicions long ago.
-2-
"Aren't you shy? Nervous? Embarrassed?"
That was one day after I made the deal with him.
The night before, they were still in bed in the hotel room. That night, they returned to the dormitory, eating and relaxing separately, like two unrelated roommates.
Miss M, who had just finished taking a shower, opened the refrigerator, took out an orange-flavored popsicle and put it in her mouth, then turned to look at her subordinate who was busy in the bathroom.
She was wearing only a bathrobe while her subordinates were in the bathroom cleaning hair from the bottom of the bathtub.
He had picked up the underwear she had thrown around and placed them in two baskets according to their categories. There was also a basket containing the socks stained with blood from today's mission, which was placed on the sink.
"Next time you wash your hair, could you please get out of the tub and stand under the shower? This is really troublesome... And as a ghost, you should be able to maintain your appearance without losing a single hair... Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
No answer.
She just asked.
-3-
Miss M thought about it, walked over with a popsicle in her mouth, leaned against the door frame, and deliberately lifted a corner of her bathrobe.
"Xiao P, this is an order. Turn back~"
The subordinate who was busy cleaning the bathtub looked back.
Miss M, wearing only a bathrobe, leaned against the door frame in a charming manner.
"Well, you don't have any laundry to do? If you do, please put it in the blue basket. And eating popsicles right after a shower isn't good for your health. Please wait a moment. I'll make you a cup of hot milk once I'm done here."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to clean the bathtub.
Ms. M, who was only wearing a bathrobe and had deliberately lifted up one corner, said: "..."
-4-
She bit off the popsicle in her mouth with a "click".
"Xiao P," he said inexplicably, feeling somewhat annoyed, "what's with your attitude? Wasn't the boss just now tempting or impactful enough?"
"I'm very familiar with you. I've seen it countless times. What's the big deal..."
Miss M threw the popsicle over.
Mr. P dodged quite sharply, as if he had dodged thousands of times.
Then he looked at the popsicle that hit the edge of the bathtub and muttered, "You always add to my cleaning burden... Have I ever said that I'm good at housework? I'm not good at it, and I don't like it... I just hope that the dormitory can be kept clean..."
"Is this the time to think about cleaning?"
Miss M kicked him directly on the back. Her freshly washed skin made the dark blue nails on her toes look very bright.
"Xiao P, this is the first time your boss and you've been together in the dorm since you officially started having a one-night stand together. You've seen it many times in the hotel room—but back home in the bright lights, seeing your boss standing steaming hot by the door after using your own bathroom for the first time, don't you feel anything?"
-5-
Mr. P thought about it.
"Yes, but you're not wearing shoes. Your bare feet will catch a cold after a bath..."
Miss M kicked him directly into the bathtub with a "bang".
-6-
"What on earth are you thinking, Little P?"
She coldly looked at her subordinate, who was coughing awkwardly in the bathtub. "Am I not cute enough? Am I not attractive? Speaking of which, it was the same last night, and before that, and it seems like every time... What's wrong with your businesslike attitude, Xiao P? I've never seen you nervous or shy, nor have I seen you act impulsively during the process. Although our night together was a business transaction... is your boss just a business matter that you need to deal with?"
"No, you are very cute and very attractive."
Mr. P brushed back his wet hair. "But this is indeed official business... If I lose my businesslike attitude and impulsively ruin your perfect experience, I'll probably annoy you."
He explained calmly as he fumbled under the tub, seemingly trying to sit up again.
Miss M watched silently for a while, then stepped directly into the bathtub, raised her leg again, and kicked forward.
-7-
Dark blue manicure and toes emitting pink heat just after getting out of the bath.
She sat by the bathtub, the collar of her bathrobe loosely revealing her cleavage, and she lifted her legs high and exerted force—
He stepped directly on his throat with his foot.
The beautiful manicure on her thumb was applied by her subordinate who held her foot. Now, it was touching the subordinate's beautiful Adam's apple.
The action is very ambiguous.
...But Mr. P knew that the next moment, she would use her strength to step him into the water in the bathtub, strangle him, and take away his last breath.
-8-
He slowly raised his hands in a gesture of sincere surrender.
"Please don't do this." Death was right in front of his throat, but he could still give her a calm and gentle look. "The mushroom chicken soup you requested this morning is still on the stove. If you spend time resurrecting in the bathtub, it will be overcooked."
……whispering sound.
For the sake of chicken soup.
Miss M slowly retracted her legs.
"Wasn't the boss in that scene just now tempting enough?"
"Very tempting."
"But Xiao P didn't make that expression as if he was about to lick my ankle. Although I find that expression disgusting on other men, I still really want to see Xiao P make that expression."
"... Let's not talk about whether I can do it or not. In what situations did you see other men trying to lick your ankles... Oh, sorry, I remember now. You really like wearing miniskirts to nightclubs."
"What? Any opinions?"
"No, Ms. M. You can wear whatever you want. Anyone who is unintentionally attracted and fooled by you has their own problems. They should cleanse their eyes and hearts. It's just a miniskirt, why would they show such a lowly expression of being seduced?"
“…”
Although this answer is perfect.
But, when it came out of Xiao P's mouth, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
-9-
When Xiao P saw me wearing a miniskirt, she didn't show any emotion at all.
"Women's expectations of men are very hypocritical, Xiao P."
Ms. M said slowly, raising her foot to press against his chest again. "Of course it's annoying when a stranger is seduced and displays a lustful look towards you, but if a man you like doesn't show any sway and displays an infatuated attitude, that's really unattractive."
Mr. P smiled. "Putting aside the bias in your theory, some girls simply prefer an unwavering attitude. If you're easily shaken, she'll throw you away like garbage... Let's just discuss your hypothesis. Am I the man you like?"
Ms. M tilted her head: "Xiao P is my favorite subordinate."
"I'm your only subordinate, so I'm your favorite, right?"
"That's true. But what difference does it make?"
"You're right. It makes no difference. For whatever reason, you like me best..."
"Ah, let me add something. Because today, Little P wasn't seduced by her boss coming out of the bath, her boss hates you the most today."
“…”
-10-
Mr. P looked like he wanted to sigh, but actually he never sighed. Every time Miss M guessed that he was about to sigh helplessly, he would instead give her a very gentle smile.
The same is true this time.
He raised the corners of his mouth at her, his blond hair wet, and his blue eyes, which were physiologically wet from the pressure on his throat.
-11-
What a fake smile.
But, very interesting.
Ms. M's mood suddenly lifted—from the boring area that was about to reach "boredom" to the interesting area of "fun"—
She leaned over, put her arms around his neck, and rubbed her hair against his water-stained cheek affectionately.
"So happy~" she giggled, "Xiao P is almost angry because of me again~ Well, or should I say, rather than angry, more sad? Did your boss's 'most annoying' just now hurt you? It really hurt you, didn't it? Hehehehe, Xiao P is going to be angry~~"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P: "No, Ms. M. I'm not angry with you."
"Hehehe~ Just one sentence almost drove Little P crazy~ Does your boss's "I hate you the most" carry so much weight in your heart? Poor Little P, so pitiful~"
Mr. P: "...Please let me go. I need to clean the bathtub."
"You're so unromantic. Your boss hates you the most~"
Mr. P: “…”
-12-
Mr. P silently took off the two arms hanging around his neck, picked up Miss M and put her out of the bathtub.
Then he turned around again and cleaned the bathtub silently.
-13-
"Are you sad? Are you really sad? Are you so frustrated by your boss that you don't even want to say a word? Hehehe, will Little P cry? Will his tears just fall into the bathtub? That would be such a waste. Why don't you just turn around and cry in front of your boss? Your boss hates you the most - come on, cry."
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P didn't say anything. His back looked lonely and determined as he cleaned the bathtub.
Miss M was completely happy.
-14-
"I'll forgive you this time. Although Xiao P is not shy, nervous, impulsive, or easily tempted... this aspect is boring as hell. The way she treats her boss is like an ex-married couple who divorced after many years of marriage. What kind of relationship has been broken?"
You won’t be ruined by a bathrobe, and you won’t blush when you see your underwear.
She was too calm and composed, and handled every aspect of her life so naturally. Although it was their first time living together and their first time going to bed, she didn't feel nervous at all, as if she was used to it.
but.
"Xiao P, your boss hates you the most."
The subordinate's back paused, and seemed to become even smaller.
——Not yet, with such a simple sentence, you can influence his mood.
Little P is so pitiful.
That's really interesting.
I can't bear to see him being shy and nervous...it's totally okay for him to cry when being bullied.
-15-
now.
Miss M got on the subway with an expressionless face.
The brim of his baseball cap was pulled down low, the corners of his mouth were tightly drawn, and the air pressure lingering behind him was dark.
The people around her seemed completely unaware of the darkness in this corner of the carriage. Of course, according to the laws of time and space, it was impossible for them to notice it, otherwise the world would collapse.
After all, it is the same individual existing in the same world at the same time, from two different time periods.
Unable to intervene. Unable to detect.
Miss M looked at the young couple opposite.
Just sit opposite me.
——M also didn’t look particularly devoted or sweet. She sat alone in her seat, concentrating on playing Candy Crush on her phone. Occasionally, she would look up to take a sip of milk tea handed to her by the person next to her, but a hint of impatience still revealed in the corners of her eyes.
It was as if she had just heard the new term "honeymoon trip" and wanted to go for some fun on a whim. She didn't care who her companion was sitting next to her, and she was too lazy to talk to him.
If it weren't for the conspicuous ring on her ring finger, no one would associate such a girl with "married".
But, the husband beside her is completely different.
He was a boy who could make people think of early autumn at the first moment - clean and gentle, warm and pure, with golden hair that was not dazzling at all, like the sunlight with just the right temperature under the autumn wind -
Because he seems too simple. Too straightforward.
The posture is also... too cautious and too immature.
-16-
He stood alone at the subway entrance for an hour, missed his original schedule, and had to squeeze into the subway during rush hour. However, he still left the only seat for the black-haired girl. He stood beside her with his bags on his back, and nervously pulled the pull ring on the carriage.
He didn't play with his phone at all. He looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, then lowered his head to look at the girl sitting on the seat. Occasionally, at her signal, he handed over the milk tea and met her impatient glance from the corner of his eye.
Her cheeks turned slightly red.
Like the red maple leaves in early autumn.
But, I just exchanged glances with her.
-17-
Shy, nervous, uneasy, and embarrassed, occasionally pausing on her lips as she bit the milk tea straw, and then awkwardly looking away.
——No verbal provocation or behavioral stimulation is needed. Before the cat stretched out its claws, it almost turned itself into a tangled ball of yarn.
A ball of Red Maple Leaf yarn.
After a long while, the boy took a deep breath.
"Um..." He stammered, his tone fluctuating frequently, even his words were like maple leaves swirling in the autumn wind, "Although I'm very happy that you agreed to... marry me... but..."
"Um?"
The black-haired girl sitting in the seat was obsessed with Candy Crush and didn't even want to raise her head.
"...My colleague said...that...getting married without a wedding or registration, just casually putting on a ring...seems a bit..."
The black-haired girl uttered a "tsk".
"You know I hate trouble, right?"
"I'm sorry! That's not what I meant! I just wanted to say..."
-18-
The girl frowned impatiently.
She pressed the pause button on the Candy Crush game, looked up at him again, and as if swallowing something back, she suppressed the impatience that was about to overflow between her brows and showed a hypocritical sweet smile.
"Ah, yes, I understand. But didn't you say that after we've been together for so long, it would be terrible if it didn't end in marriage, so it would be better to break up early... That's why I agreed to get married. Didn't you promise that after we get married, you could do whatever I wanted? Is it just a ring to stop the gossip around you?"
“…That’s right…”
The boy's voice gradually became quieter. "But, we've been dating for almost eight years... From the beginning, I said that only dating with the purpose of getting married can..."
"Yeah, yeah, you said that if this isn't a serious relationship with the intention of getting married, then you absolutely won't book a hotel room with me."
The girl looked like she wanted to roll her eyes, but she held it back again, motioned for him to pass the milk tea over, and took a big sip.
"So, now, I've agreed to get married and put on the ring. Weddings and registrations are too much trouble. I don't want any of that. I told you that a long time ago. What else are you dissatisfied with? I'm very busy at work, you know. I may not come to see you once a month. Why should I go through all this troublesome procedures?"
The boy said softly, "But I still don't know what your specific job is... Every time I want to chat with you on a date, you always drag me straight into the hotel..."
"Oh, is it starting now? Are you starting to complain and be dissatisfied? If you have so many complaints, why not just get a divorce? I told you from the beginning that it would be troublesome, it doesn't matter if we're a couple or a married couple—"
"I'm sorry! I'm not dissatisfied! I really don't have any complaints or dissatisfaction! Um, well, haven't you been looking forward to it for a long time? Honeymoon trip - we can go to a super big beach - I will accompany you to all the music bars - and there are lots of wild octopuses to catch!"
“…”
The girl sighed.
She almost had the words "I'll tolerate you just because you can go to various music bars for free and catch wild octopuses, otherwise who would care about our honeymoon trip" written all over her face.
-19-
"I know. No need to repeat myself." She lowered her head and focused on the Candy Crush game again. "Don't talk to me on the subway. Just prepare the money and book the most spacious hotel room. This is our first honeymoon, and I'm really looking forward to it, so make sure the room you book has a king-sized waterbed."
"……oh."
Standing beside her, holding the roof pull ring tightly, the boy's face became redder and redder.
The ice milk tea he was holding was probably about to turn into hot milk tea.
-20-
"Whether we were dating or married, why did your dates always involve me in hotel rooms? My colleagues all said you were just looking for a sex partner and you were just lying to me..."
"You complain again and I'll divorce you."
"...I'm sorry. I really don't mean to complain... I'm just a little confused..."
"If you continue to have doubts, I'll divorce you. Don't bother me playing Candy Crush."
“…”
The boy's hands clasped the pull ring tightly, his drooping blue eyes and red ears matched, and his shyness and grievance almost flowed out.
-twenty one-
"I'm not complaining about anything else. But for our honeymoon... could you please stop focusing so much on Candy Crush and look at me more? I'm so happy that you're willing to be my wife..."
"No."
The girl expressionlessly eliminated a row of red blocks: "If you bother me again, you will be left without a wife."
“…”
"Why are you so nervous about getting married? You're twice as annoying as the last time we met. Try to tone it down a bit. I'm not interested in a man who hesitates. It's annoying to see him."
“…”
"Make a travel guide, play with friends, book a hotel, that's all your tasks. Now, shut up."
“…”
-twenty two-
The boy shut his mouth.
He became completely quiet, and for a long while, he just looked at the scenery outside the window, no longer looking down at her.
However, when the other party indicates that he wants milk tea, he will still hand it over in time.
Watching her sucking on the pearls, my ears would still turn red.
"I'm so annoyed. Can you please stop hesitating and tone down your expression?" the girl said coldly. "If you keep doing that, I'll throw the ring and milk tea pearls in your face."
"...I'm sorry...but I really didn't expect you to agree to get married...I'm still a little dizzy...It doesn't seem real..."
"It's just a casual marriage. You can get divorced after marriage, why are you so happy?"
"...You always say things like that...Even though we've been together for years, I still think you're a little too extreme...Don't talk about breakup and divorce so casually..."
-twenty three-
She always broke up with him, was always late for dates, and after taking him to a hotel, she disappeared the next day. Then when we met again after a while, she still didn't give him any explanation and just took him back to the hotel.
She gets annoyed when asked a few questions. She has a really bad personality.
but……
"I really like you. I like you the most. I'm really happy that we can be together."
The girl continued to clear the Candy Crush game on her phone without even looking up.
"Yeah, me too. I like you the most. Okay, shut up now."
"OK."
-twenty four-
The conversation between the young couple finally came to an end. The man, who was obviously being perfunctorily treated, did not look sad at all. He continued to look at the scenery passing by outside the window, then looked down at her, his face full of satisfaction of "I am so happy to be loved twice."
A very, very innocent, yet extremely shy child.
-25-
Opposite them, Miss M's teeth made an ominous "clacking" sound.
"Hello." She said coldly into her flip phone, "Why don't I have that version of Little P? Why don't I have that version of Little P?"
The main system hosted in the flip phone: "..."
Why don’t you have it now? You should ask your past self.
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