An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 110 A world of difference
The sky darkened, and it was unclear how much time had passed.

The man's temples were already soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, almost dripping into his eyes.

Meng Youyou saw it and reached out to stroke it for him.

This slight touch was like flipping a switch, bringing back the rationality of the man who was crawling on top of her.

The beasts have returned to their cages.

Huo Qingshan gradually stopped moving, lay on her chest, and breathed heavily.

"Why did you stop?" she asked in her softest voice.

It sounds like coaxing.

After a while, the man raised his head and left her body.

He reached out and quickly pulled the burgundy bra strap that had been pulled off her shoulder back to its original position, and in the process, his gaze inevitably fell upon the soft and beautiful scenery of her chest again.

He hurriedly looked away, not daring to look any longer. He was afraid he would lose control again; he lacked confidence in himself.

Seeing this, Meng Youyou chuckled, "You weren't like this just now? There's still your..." She didn't continue, stopping there.

Meng Youyou adjusted her posture slightly, bringing her face closer to his line of sight, looking into his eyes, and asked him, "Why are you pretending to be a gentleman now?"

Huo Qingshan stopped dodging and silently began to button her clothes, from bottom to top.

He fastened the last button and straightened her collar, but her clothes were already so wrinkled that no amount of straightening could fix them.

So he had no choice but to give up. He looked up again and met her alluring eyes, tucked a strand of hair that was stuck to her cheek behind her ear, and finally spoke: "Oh, I'm sorry."

His voice startled the two people in the room; it was hoarse and raspy, as if his throat had been sanded from the inside out.

She blinked. "What are you sorry for? I'm not angry about what you just did, really."

She poked his Adam's apple casually and asked, "Aren't you feeling unwell right now? I was asking why you suddenly stopped?"

"You don't want it?" her question was blunt and direct. "I want to save it for after we get married," he said, reaching out to grab her playful finger.

"Marriage?" She laughed again, this time with a hint of sarcasm. As if she hadn't understood him, she asked for confirmation, "Who do you mean I'm marrying?"

He became impatient again, and said urgently, "Yoyo, I will marry you, I will marry you."

"I will marry you."

He repeated "I will marry you" several times, and towards the end it sounded more like he was talking to himself, comforting himself.

The difference between "will marry" and "will marry" may seem to be only one word, but only Huo Qingshan knows the meaning behind such a subtle difference, which will be worlds apart from his own.

"Huo Qingshan, remember what you said today, and you'd better remember everything that happened today."

I, Meng Youyou, never allow myself to be wronged. If you accidentally lose an arm or a leg during a mission, or even worse, if you disappear or die... whatever happens, I will abandon you without hesitation.

She paused, then took his hand and placed it on her cheek, slowly saying, "So, if you want to marry me, you'll have to come back safe and sound every time."

"Okay," he agreed readily this time.

It was straightforward and uncontroversial.

After a while, Huo Qingshan, feeling somewhat tired, rolled over and found an empty spot next to her to lie down flat, then closed his eyes in exhaustion.

"Yo-yo," he called to her.

"Ah."

"You really know how to torture people."

She laughed, "Don't pretend you're innocent after getting a good deal. I'm still in pain."

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