My cousin-in-law helped me achieve my ambitions.

Su Ming's heart skipped a beat.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, grabbed a towel, walked over, and squatted down next to the sofa.

The towel held ice cubes, and the coolness seeped through the fabric. He gently pressed it against the bruise, rubbing it in circles.

Qiu Tong lay face down on the sofa, her face buried in her arms, so her expression was hidden. But Su Ming could feel that her body tensed up slightly for a moment, and then slowly relaxed.

The living room was quiet. The only sounds were the occasional soft rustling of ice cubes against a towel and the gentle breathing of the two people.

Su Ming focused intently on applying the compress, his eyes fixed on the bruise, not daring to look away. Even so, he could still feel the softness and warmth of the skin in his palm, and the gentle rise and fall of her body with her breath.

Fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.

The bruises gradually faded under the ice, the purplish-red color turned into a light red, and the edges began to blur.

Su Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, put down the towel, and then took a few tissues from the table to gently wipe the remaining water stains from her buttocks.

His movements were very light and gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her.

After wiping, he put the towel aside and said softly, "Sister-in-law, that's done."

Qiu Tong slowly sat up and straightened her skirt. She turned around, looked at Su Ming, and her eyes held an indescribable emotion.

She suddenly smiled, a smile that was both bitter and warm.

"You're so thoughtful!" she said softly, her voice a little hoarse. "I wish you could be by my side every day."

Su Ming paused for a moment, then said seriously, "Sister-in-law, it's okay. I don't plan to move to the company dormitory anymore; I'll live with you every day from now on."

Qiu Tong looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

She laughed and gently tapped his nose with her finger: "So you're not planning to get married in the future?"

Su Ming exclaimed "Ah!" and froze.

Looking for a wife?

He hadn't really thought that far ahead. As for Yang Tian, ​​he had feelings for her, but it didn't seem to have reached the point where he wanted to marry her. On the other hand, he really wanted to live with his cousin-in-law every day. He'd even thought about doing *that* with her…

Seeing his silly expression, Qiu Tong couldn't help but laugh again. She reached out and patted his shoulder, her tone becoming more relaxed: "Alright, alright, your sister-in-law won't keep you here forever. You can move out once you find a girlfriend."

Su Ming lowered his head and whispered, "Sister-in-law, can I not move...?"

Qiu Tong was taken aback, then looked at him curiously: "Not moving? Are you really going to live with your cousin-in-law for the rest of your life?"

Su Ming looked up at her and suddenly smiled. There was a hint of seriousness in his smile, and a touch of jest: "It would be nice to live here forever."

Qiu Tong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and reached out to pinch his nose: "You just know how to coax people."

She withdrew her hand, stood up, tidied her hair, and her tone returned to its usual relaxed state: "Alright, go take a shower. You'll sleep with your cousin-in-law tonight."

"Sleep together?" Su Ming was startled, his eyes widening in surprise.

Qiu Tong rolled her eyes at him, scolding, "What are you thinking? I just wanted you to come to my room and sleep with me. You sleep on the floor, I'll sleep on the bed. Don't get the wrong idea!"

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but felt inexplicably disappointed.

He nodded, hummed in agreement, and turned to walk towards the restroom.

After taking two steps, he looked back again.

Qiu Tong stood by the window, gazing at the night outside. The dim light fell on her, outlining the soft contours of her profile. She seemed lost in thought, her expression somewhat dazed.

Su Ming stared at her for a while, his gaze lingering on her. His cousin's wife's figure was simply too alluring; her waist, her hips, and her long, slender, snow-white legs were all captivating.

I can't watch anymore, or I'll make a mistake.

He turned and went into the bathroom. After lathering himself with soap, Su Ming couldn't help but think of his cousin's wife again; he just couldn't tear himself away from it!

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

Qiu Tong stood by the window, listening to the sound of water, her mind heavy with worries. A bitter smile slowly appeared on her lips.

She remembered what he had just said—"It would be nice to live here for a lifetime."

Silly boy.

She shook her head and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

That night, the two of them tormented themselves for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The next three days were like living in a honey pot.

Qiu Tong didn't go to work for three days in a row for some reason. Every morning she would get up and make breakfast for Su Ming, fried eggs, millet porridge, and occasionally a few small dishes of pickled vegetables, varying the dishes. Su Ming ate to his heart's content, feeling that life couldn't be better.

What's even more beautiful is that every day on the way, Yang Tian would wait for him on her women's Haomai motorcycle.

On the first day, she waited at the corner of the intersection; on the second day, she waited next to the breakfast stall; and on the third day, she rode directly to the apartment building and happened to bump into Qiu Tong hanging clothes on the balcony.

The two women exchanged a glance across the distance.

Yang Tian smiled and waved at her, and Qiu Tong smiled back before turning and going inside.

Su Ming straddled the back of the motorcycle and skillfully wrapped his arms around Yang Tian's slender waist. Her waist was truly incredibly thin; even through the thin T-shirt, he could feel its softness and warmth. He pressed his face against her back, inhaling the scent of shampoo in her hair, his heart bubbling with happiness.

As the motorcycle drove into the factory area, it attracted countless envious and jealous glances along the way.

"Holy crap, isn't that Yang Tian, ​​the factory's most beautiful girl?"

"Who is that man behind her?"

"The warehouse guy, the new guy, I heard his name is Su Ming."

"Damn, what kind of incredible luck did this kid have?"

Su Ming listened to the discussions, a wide smile playing on his lips.

After work, Yang Tian would drive him out to eat as usual. She seemed to know the neighborhood restaurants inside and out; one day she'd eat Sichuan food, the next Hunan food, and the day after Cantonese food, never repeating a meal. And every time, she would insist on paying, leaving Su Ming unable to find a penny to pay.

"How much do you earn in a month?" she always said. "Treat me when you get a raise."

After dinner, the two went for a walk in the park.

They had walked that quiet path in the park countless times. They knew exactly which tree had a bench, which corner was dimly lit, and which flowerbed hid a stray cat.

Hand in hand, we chatted idly. We talked about factory gossip, childhood anecdotes, and where we wanted to go in the future. When we got tired, we sat down on a bench, leaning against each other to look at the stars.

Occasionally, Su Ming would not be able to resist leaning over to kiss her.

Yang Tian would close her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and let him kiss her. But whenever Su Ming's hands wandered and tried to slip inside her clothes, she would tightly clamp her arms together, resolutely refusing to let him.

"No," she said, blushing. "Not now."

Although Su Ming was a little disappointed, he didn't force the issue. He knew in his heart that this girl had principles and took relationships seriously.

He was already quite satisfied with this. However, he still decided to test Yang Tian's reaction.

He smiled and put his arm around her slender waist, saying softly, "When will we be able to truly be intimate?"

"Aren't we close enough yet?" Yang Tian looked at him sweetly.

"I mean that kind of intimacy, merging into each other... um... intimacy at close range..." Su Ming smiled mischievously, his hand restlessly landing on her thigh again.

"Ugh, don't say such vulgar things." Yang Tian blushed and twisted her slender waist.

"We'll be together eventually!" Su Ming chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Can you really bear to let me suffer like this forever?"

"That depends on your performance," Yang Tian said, blushing. "If you treat me even better, one day I'll... I'll become your woman... I... I hope that day will come soon..."

After saying that, she immediately lowered her head.

Looking at her shy expression, Su Ming immediately pursed his lips and kissed her.

The two embraced so sweetly!