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

After returning to Chen Dapeng's residence.

He Ying changed her shoes, sat down on the sofa, picked up her phone, and dialed her father's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

"Yingying, what's wrong?"

"Dad, I went to Dapeng's house today and met his parents."

How are his parents to you?

"It was great. They made a huge feast. His mother served me food."

He Yi hummed in agreement, then asked another question:

"Is Xiao Chen still at the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection?"

"Yes, he's still with the task force; his secondment period hasn't ended yet."

He Yi didn't ask any further questions. After a two-second silence, he said, "Just be at ease."

He Ying paused for a moment, holding her phone.

She waited a moment, making sure her father didn't say anything else, before speaking:

"Then I'll hang up. You should get some rest."

He Yi hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.

He Ying turned to look at Chen Dapeng, a smile playing on her lips:

"My dad says you're reliable."

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "So, it's passed?"

He Ying thought for a moment, and to avoid making Chen Dapeng too complacent, she pretended to say, "Just a little bit more."

Chen Dapeng sighed deliberately, leaning back on the sofa: "Just a little bit more? Marrying you is really so difficult..."

He Ying smiled at his expression and reached out to pinch his arm:

"What's wrong? Losing confidence?"

Chen Dapeng turned his head to look at her, deliberately teasing her: "Hmm...it's a bit discouraging."

He Ying crossed her arms, a smug smile on her face: "Do you think marrying me is that easy?"

Chen Dapeng sat up straighter and put his arm around her, saying, "Sister Ying, no matter how hard it gets, I will marry you."

He Ying was held in his arms, not struggling to break free. She looked up at him and a slight smile curved her lips.

"Who agreed to marry you?"

Chen Dapeng looked down at her, his gaze moving from her eyes to the tip of her nose, and then from the tip of her nose to the corner of her mouth.

He Ying has a delicate face and exquisite features; she is breathtakingly beautiful...

"Sister Ying, I will marry no one but you in this lifetime."

He Ying didn't reply, but her hand was already on his arm, and her fingers gently squeezed his cuff.

Their eyes met, and neither of them spoke.

A few seconds later.

Chen Dapeng lowered his head and kissed the corner of her mouth.

He Ying turned her head slightly to respond to him, very softly, as if to confirm.

Then, he kissed her again.

This time we stayed a little longer than before.

She didn't push him away.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Chen Dapeng's breathing quickened, and his hand slid from her shoulder to her waist, gently pulling her closer through her clothes.

He Ying tilted her head back and responded with a kiss on his lips, deepening the kiss.

Chen Dapeng's kiss moved from her lips to her ear, and then back again.

He Ying's breathing was a little faster than before.

Chen Dapeng wanted to take things further, but He Ying gently pushed him away.

"Ugh... It's broad daylight... and the curtains aren't even drawn."

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment and glanced out the window.

The curtains were indeed only half drawn, and you could see everything inside the room.

He let go, stood up, walked over and drew the curtains tightly shut, then turned and walked back to the sofa.

Kneel down in front of her.

He Ying sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, and two buttons on her coat were undone at some point.

She looked down at him, without looking away.

Chen Dapeng's kiss started on her forehead, passed her brow bone, slowly moved down along the bridge of her nose, and then stopped at the corner of her mouth.

The room was very quiet.

Only their breathing slowly mingled together...

Chen Dapeng supported her waist and lifted her up from the sofa, with He Ying's hand on his shoulder.

The two kissed their way from the living room all the way to the bedroom...

Clothes fell to the ground one by one...

He gently placed He Ying on the bed and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

He Ying wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss...

……

Everything that followed happened naturally...

After intimate moments.

He Ying turned to the side and buried her face in his shoulder, her breathing not yet fully calm.

Chen Dapeng's arm was around her shoulder.

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly and gently.

He Ying didn't look up, her voice muffled:

"Dapeng."

"Um?"

"You said you wouldn't marry anyone but me, is that true?"

Chen Dapeng tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer.

"Sister Ying, of course it's true. You're the one I've chosen, and that will never change."

He Ying didn't say anything more, but just quietly leaned against him.

A while later.

Chen Dapeng began:

"Sister Ying, when are we going to get our marriage certificate?"

He Ying was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

His eyes held a hint of surprise and a touch of amusement:

"What? Did you plan this all along?"

"Not today..." Chen Dapeng looked at her, "I've thought about it for a while, but I just felt I should say it today."

He Ying didn't answer immediately, but just looked at him intently.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke:

"We'll talk about that once you're officially in the provincial discipline inspection commission."

"good."

Chen Dapeng didn't ask for the specific time; he simply remembered the answer.

He Ying lay quietly with her eyes closed, her breathing steady.

"Sister Ying, are you asleep?"

He Ying opened her eyes: "No."

"What are you thinking about?"

He Ying did not answer immediately, but spoke after a while:

"I'm thinking about my mom."

Chen Dapeng didn't respond, but listened quietly.

"She passed away early, leaving just my dad and me at home. When I visited your house today and saw your mom busy in the kitchen, I suddenly missed her a little."

After He Ying finished speaking, she remained silent for a while.

"Dapeng, you'd better treat me better from now on."

Chen Dapeng lowered his head, resting his chin on the top of her head:

"Sister Ying, I will, I promise."

He Ying smiled and said, "Yes, I believe you."

Chen Dapeng's heart skipped a beat, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, as if afraid that she would disappear if he loosened his grip even slightly.

……

He Ying woke up first the next morning.

She turned her head and saw that Chen Dapeng was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over her waist.

She didn't wake him; she quietly got out of bed.

After their intimate moments, she wanted to take a shower.

Turn on the shower, and warm water flows over every pore of your body.

"Comfortable……"

She couldn't help but sigh.

Just then, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

He Ying stared at the door and glared at it.

"You rascal, always wanting to shower with me..."

She quickened her pace, finished washing in a few minutes, then wrapped herself in a towel and went to open the door.

Chen Dapeng was standing at the door with a mischievous smile on his face.

He Ying glared at him.

"What's the rush?"

Chen Dapeng gave a dry laugh.

"Sister Ying, you're done washing so quickly."

"What else? Wait for us to shower together?"

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "That would be great..."

"Good my foot!"

He Ying patted his head.

"Go wash up quickly, I'll wait for you to go out for breakfast."

Chen Dapeng smiled helplessly: "Hey, Sister Ying, when can I help you scrub your back?"

"Rub your head, dream on!"

He Ying was both angry and amused, and pushed him.

"I'll wait for you for ten minutes. If you don't come out, I'll leave."

"No... I promise it'll be done in ten minutes!"

Chen Dapeng quickly ducked into the bathroom...

He Ying found his expression amusing, but also felt a soft, tender feeling in her heart.

"Dapeng, since you really want to scrub my back, I'll grant your wish next time."

As she thought this, her face unconsciously flushed.