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

He Ying stood still, her head slightly lowered, letting Chen Dapeng's hand slowly slide across her back.

The water flow carried foam.

From her shoulders, along the curves of her body, all the way to her heels.

"Sister Ying, turn around, let me wash your front."

He Ying turned her head and glared at her: "Da Peng, you're so annoying."

With a smug smile, Chen Dapeng took advantage of the moment she turned her head and gently rotated her shoulders so that He Ying was face to face with him.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she covered her chest with her hands, looking somewhat shy.

Although the two had already been intimate and were familiar with each other's bodies, it was in dim lighting.

Unlike now, under the bright lights, having a man clearly see my body.

"Sister Ying, don't be shy, we're already a couple."

He Ying's hands remained in front of her chest.

She glared at Chen Dapeng, and said with a mix of shyness and anger, "Dapeng, you're being a pervert."

Chen Dapeng smiled without saying a word and reached out to move her hands away.

He Ying only offered a token resistance before Chen Dapeng removed her hands that were blocking her view.

He looked down and stared...

The most beautiful and lovely scenery in the world.

Then, he kissed her...

He Ying trembled all over, as if she had been electrocuted...

The sound of rushing water masked the blush-inducing noises coming from the bathroom...

After an unknown amount of time, the two finally stopped.

He Ying's face was still flushed, and her breathing was not yet steady.

Chen Dapeng looked at her and suddenly smiled.

He Ying felt a little embarrassed. She pinched Chen Dapeng's arm, looking angry.

"Dapeng, have you ever given someone a back massage? Your technique is quite skilled."

Chen Dapeng was startled and quickly explained, "Sister Ying, this is my first time scrubbing someone's back...maybe it's just how I am..."

He Ying chuckled softly and said nothing more.

"Sister Ying, let me rub it for you one more time."

He Ying hummed in agreement, turned around, and faced away from him.

After a while, He Ying turned around again, looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and then grasped his wrist:

"alright."

Chen Dapeng withdrew his hand, took a half step back, turned to the side, picked up the bath towel, and handed it to her.

He Ying took the towel and wrapped it around herself, then looked down at him and said, "Shouldn't you wash up too?"

Chen Dapeng smiled and said, "Sister Ying... can you help me..."

He Ying glared at him: "Wash it yourself, so you don't have to deal with the mess later..."

Chen Dapeng felt a little embarrassed, then burst out laughing.

He Ying didn't leave; she just stood there waiting...

A few minutes later, he turned off the shower and looked at He Ying.

"Sister Ying, is it pretty?"

He Ying chuckled softly and asked him in return, "What do you think?"

Chen Dapeng didn't reply. He stepped forward, stood in front of He Ying, and kissed her on the forehead.

The kiss was very light, as if in response.

He Ying reached out her hand, placed her fingers on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it.

Without further hesitation, Chen Dapeng moved his kiss from her forehead to the tip of her nose, then to the corner of her mouth, and finally to her lips.

Her lips were warmer than the steam, slightly moist.

He didn't rush to deepen the kiss, but simply stayed where he was, giving her enough time to respond.

He Ying's breathing quickened, and the fingers that were on his shoulder slowly loosened, then wrapped around the back of his neck.

She leaned forward slightly, her weight resting on him, as if she were entrusting all her weight to him.

He held her firmly, his fingers gently tracing her back to confirm that she was responding to his kisses in the same rhythm.

It is neither overly eager nor deliberately reserved, appearing very natural.

After the sound of running water stopped, the bathroom became very quiet.

Every breath, every slight movement, could be heard clearly…

After a while.

He Ying loosened her grip around his neck and took a half step back.

"Dapeng, let's go outside."

Chen Dapeng nodded, took her hand, and led her to the bedroom.

The two sat down on the edge of the bed. He Ying turned her head to look at him, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"Sister Ying, what are you secretly laughing at?"

"No, I wasn't laughing at anything. Let's rest."

Chen Dapeng lay down and turned to face her.

He Ying also turned to the side, and the two were very close, close enough to feel each other's breathing.

There was a moment of silence.

He Ying spoke first, starting a conversation:

"When you were reviewing today, how many of the practice questions you got wrong were related to policy theory?"

Chen Dapeng thought for a moment: "Three questions, all of them are concept discrimination questions. The options all seem correct, but there is only one correct answer."

"For that type of question, the question setter won't set overly tricky traps in the concept itself; it tests your grasp of the boundaries of the concept's definition."

He Ying paused for a moment, then continued:

"It's more effective to organize those easily confused policy boundaries yourself and create a comparison table than to repeatedly practice questions."

Chen Dapeng nodded: "Then I'll tidy it up tomorrow."

"Um."

He Ying responded, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm without moving away.

It was quiet for a while.

Chen Dapeng said, "Regarding the case, Director Chen said that once the verification results for Sun Desheng are finalized, Zeng Zhiyuan's case should officially begin."

He Ying paused for a moment: "What about Zhao Zhengping?"

"Maintain the status quo. Secretary Song's idea is that since he has voluntarily submitted the materials, we should wait for Sun Desheng's results before deciding on the next steps."

He Ying was silent for a moment before speaking: "You've been dealing with two things at the same time lately, studying and working on the case. Are you managing to keep up?"

Chen Dapeng thought for a moment: "The case is proceeding normally, so it won't take up too much extra energy. As for studying, as long as I make good use of the evenings, it'll be fine."

He Ying hummed in agreement: "Just keep this pace."

Then, she closed her eyes, stopped talking, and just lay quietly in Chen Dapeng's arms, her breathing gradually becoming calm.

Chen Dapeng did not disturb her.

He Ying felt a little tired after their intimacy.

He lay down next to her, his arm around her shoulder, and soon he too fell asleep peacefully.

……

The next morning, He Ying woke up when it was already daylight.

A soft light filtered through the curtains.

She glanced to the side and saw that Chen Dapeng was still asleep.

She didn't wake him. She quietly got out of bed, washed up, changed her clothes, and waited in the living room for a while.

When Chen Dapeng came out, he had already changed his clothes. Seeing her standing by the window, he walked over and asked, "Sister Ying, what time is your train?"

"Ten o'clock. There's still time."

"I send you."

He Ying did not refuse.

The two went out, ate a bowl of noodles downstairs, and then took a taxi to the high-speed rail station.

Chen Dapeng escorted her to the station entrance, and He Ying took the bag he handed her: "Next week, I probably won't have time to spend with you."

Chen Dapeng was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"There's a project in the county that needs to be presented in the provincial capital. But I can stop by and visit you then."

Chen Dapeng nodded: "Okay."

He Ying reached out and straightened the collar of his coat:

"I'm gone."

Her movements were natural, as if it were something she was used to.

"Sister Ying, please be careful on the road."

He Ying squeezed his hand, then turned and walked into the station entrance.

Chen Dapeng stood still until her figure was obscured by the crowd before he looked away.

He walked out of the high-speed rail station, hailed a taxi, and returned to his residence.

After entering the room, he walked to the table, sat down, opened the reference book from yesterday, took out his notebook, and began to list the comparison table that He Ying had mentioned on a blank page.

The phone was placed on the corner of the table, and the screen lit up briefly.

Chen Dapeng picked it up and glanced at it; it was a message from He Ying.

"Dapeng, the high-speed train has already departed."

Chen Dapeng smiled and typed a message: "Sister Ying, no matter how busy you are with work, remember to eat well."

He Ying replied with a smiley face and the message, "Got it!"