I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

Chen Dapeng's hands are large and warm.

He Ying gently grasped his hand, and they walked out the door side by side.

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at a private restaurant.

This private restaurant is located deep in a small alley. The storefront is small, and the wooden signboard looks quite old. If you don't know the area well, it's usually hard to find.

He Ying had called ahead, and the boss reserved a window seat on the second floor.

When the two walked in, the waiter recognized He Ying, greeted her with a smile, and led them upstairs.

He Ying ordered the food without looking at the menu, and just recited a few dish names.

Chen Dapeng sat opposite her, watching her talk to the waiter—her tone was normal, her pace was neither fast nor slow, as if she were in a familiar place.

After the waiter left, He Ying turned around and saw Chen Dapeng looking at her. She asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Judging from the way you're ordering, you seem to come here often."

"I came here a few times when I worked in the provincial capital, but I haven't come as often since I moved to Qingshun County. The owner still remembers me. The food is decent, not too expensive, and the environment is quiet."

The two chatted for a while, and then the dishes were served one after another.

They are all home-style dishes, but they are prepared with great care and look very appealing.

Chen Dapeng was indeed hungry. He slept until evening, and his stomach was empty. After taking the first bite of fish, a warm feeling rose from his stomach.

He Ying would occasionally put a piece of food on his plate, while she ate slowly herself.

The two didn't talk about the case or work; they just chatted casually.

He Ying asked him if he had eaten well in Nancheng these past few days.

He said the boxed lunches were alright, but they got cold quickly.

He asked if things were busy in Qingshun County recently, and she said that one project was nearing completion, and everything else was going smoothly.

They ate and chatted like any ordinary couple.

After finishing their meal, He Ying paid the bill, and the two walked out of the private restaurant side by side.

The provincial capital is much more lively at night than Qingshun County.

People were coming and going on the street, and the shops along the road were lit with warm-colored lights.

Chen Dapeng walked beside He Ying, and the two naturally held hands.

This is the provincial capital, so there's no need to worry about no one recognizing you.

They walked among the crowd, no different from other couples strolling side by side.

After walking for a while, He Ying turned her head and glanced at him:

Are you going to work tomorrow?

"The case is at a critical stage, I'm a bit busy, I should go to work."

He Ying hummed in response but did not reply.

The two walked for a while longer, and when they reached an intersection, Chen Dapeng slowed down.

Where are you staying tonight?

The question resurfaced in his mind, but he didn't ask it.

Last time He Ying came to the provincial capital, she stayed at his rented house. He slept in the master bedroom, and He Ying slept in the next room.

The two have been in a relationship for some time now.

Now that they're separated by distance, and it's not easy for them to meet, Chen Dapeng really wants to share a room with He Ying...

But he didn't want He Ying to feel like he was urging her to do something, nor did he want to put her in a difficult position.

Although they were already a couple, there were some things he didn't want to seem impatient about. He was willing to wait until she took the initiative to make that move.

He took her hand and continued walking forward, without mentioning where they would stay.

When they reached the building where Chen Dapeng lived, He Ying paused and looked up at the building.

She didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then looked away and followed Chen Dapeng upstairs.

Only the floor lamp was on in the living room, providing soft lighting.

He Ying sat down on the sofa, and Chen Dapeng sat next to her, with a fist's distance between them.

The TV was on, the volume was turned down low, and a variety show was playing, but no one was really watching it.

Chen Dapeng occasionally glanced at her from the side.

She leaned back on the sofa, her legs slightly curled up, looking somewhat relaxed, her gaze fixed on the television screen, yet seemingly lost in thought.

A while later.

He Ying glanced at the clock on the wall—it was almost eleven o'clock.

She sat up a little straighter and turned to look at him:

"Dapeng, shall we take a rest?"

This sentence is exactly the same as what she said last time—the tone, the pauses, and even the rising arc of the last syllable are almost the same.

But this time, she didn't stand up and go to the next room.

She sat there watching Chen Dapeng, waiting for his answer.

Chen Dapeng looked at her, opened his mouth:

"it is good."

He stood up, unsure whether to go to his own bedroom or the one next door.

He Ying seemed to have guessed his hesitation, and her voice lowered, carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness:

"Dapeng, tonight...would you like to...share a room?"

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Chen Dapeng's heart started racing.

He looked down at He Ying's face.

Her ears were already bright red, and her gaze was lowered to her clasped hands, as if she didn't know where to look after she had spoken.

He walked over and knelt down in front of her, took her hand, and asked softly, "Sister Ying, are you sure?"

He Ying didn't look up, but her fingers gripped his hand tightly.

She nodded, her voice even softer than before: "I'm sure."

Chen Dapeng did not ask any further questions.

He stood up, took her hand, and led her into the master bedroom.

The curtains in the room were half-drawn, and a sliver of light from the streetlights outside shone through, falling on the edge of the bed.

He released her hand, turned around and dimmed the bedroom light. When he turned back, He Ying was standing by the bed, her coat already off and draped over the back of a chair.

She was wearing a light-colored undershirt and stood quietly in the dim light.

Chen Dapeng walked over, reached out, and gently put his arm around her waist.

She didn't flinch; instead, she took a step closer to him.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, a kiss longer and deeper than the one he gave her at the door.

With a touch of caution and a reluctance to let go.

He Ying closed her eyes, placed her hand on his shoulder, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

This night is different from that drunken night—

Neither of them were sober that time.

Both of them were sober this time.

Chen Dapeng remembers that night, the confusion after drinking, and the blurred body temperature.

But at this moment, He Ying was in his arms.

Her breath was right next to his neck.

Her fingers rested on the back of his neck.

He kissed her forehead and then gently placed her on the bed.

He placed his hands on either side of He Ying's body, his gaze fixed on her face.

Looking at her intently...

Her delicate features and fair, rosy skin captivated him in every subtle detail.

"Sister Ying, you are so beautiful."

He Ying gently pinched his cheek and said coquettishly, "You got off easy."

"Sister Ying, I like you."

His tone was very serious.

He Ying also said earnestly, "Da Peng, you have to be good to me from now on and only love me."

Chen Dapeng nodded: "I guarantee it, I swear."

As he spoke, he prepared to raise his hand.

He Ying took his hand and smiled, "Who asked you to swear to God? I believe you."

After saying that, she pulled Chen Dapeng down and pressed him close to her body.

Their lips met naturally.

Chen Dapeng gently and tenderly savored the fragrance between her lips and teeth...

He Ying responded to his enthusiasm in return...

Their kiss gradually became more passionate.

Their clothes were removed, one by one...

Chen Dapeng was completely captivated by He Ying's beauty and gentleness, like a king surveying every inch of his "land"...

……

He Ying woke up first the next morning.

She opened her eyes and saw that Chen Dapeng was still asleep.

His breathing was even, half his face was buried in the pillow, and his hair was a little messy.

One hand rested loosely on her waist, as if it hadn't left her side even after she fell asleep.

She lay on her side without moving, quietly watching his face.

He had thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips.

The faint scar on my left cheek is almost invisible.

But she knew where it was, and she knew how it got there—

It's because of her injuries...

She raised her hand, gently touched the scar, then moved it to the bridge of his nose and lightly brushed it away.

He stirred slightly, but didn't wake up. He simply pulled his arms closer to her, drawing her towards him.

He Ying didn't pull away, but leaned against his shoulder, looking at his profile.

She suddenly felt a little dazed—

At this time last year, she was still hesitant about whether or not to tell him about that night.

Going back a few months.

She was still worried about how he would react after he found out who she was.

Now, she lies beside him; he is asleep, and she is awake.

The wonderful night they had just spent together felt more real than ever before, and it made her feel it more acutely—

They are really together now.

She reached out, picked up her phone from the bedside table, and glanced at the time—7:30 a.m.

She put her phone back and didn't get up.

I lay quietly beside him, waiting for him to wake up naturally...