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

After taking a shower, Chen Dapeng went to the bedroom.

I saw He Ying leaning against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.

He dried his hair a couple of times, draped a towel over the chair, and sat down on the other side of the bed.

He Ying put down her phone and turned to look at him:

"Finished washing?"

"Um."

Chen Dapeng lay down, turned to his side, and naturally put his arm around her waist, pulling her slightly towards him.

He Ying twisted her body and leaned into his arms, her forehead resting against his chin.

Chen Dapeng took a deep breath.

"Sister Ying, you smell so good!"

He Ying chuckled softly.

"You've said it several times."

"It smells good... I'd like to say more."

He Ying smiled again, said nothing, and secretly kissed his Adam's apple.

Chen Dapeng's heart stirred, and he returned the kiss to He Ying's forehead.

He Ying tilted her head slightly and looked at Chen Dapeng.

Chen Dapeng was also looking at her.

Their eyes met, but neither of them spoke, and the room was unusually quiet.

I don't know who started it, or perhaps it was a telepathic connection that caused their actions to be synchronized.

Their lips met naturally.

Both of them completely relaxed, fully experiencing each other's deep love...

……

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The two finally stopped.

Chen Dapeng had a happy smile on his face:

"Sister Ying, that's so nice!"

He Ying, with her eyes closed, said shyly and reproachfully, "What...what are you saying?"

Chen Dapeng immediately shut his mouth.

After a moment, he spoke again: "Sister Ying..."

He Ying did not open her eyes, and her voice was very soft:

"Um?"

"It's nothing. I just wanted to call you."

He Ying opened her eyes, reached out and gently pinched his cheek, with a hint of reproach:

"Go to sleep."

Chen Dapeng pulled the blanket up to cover the two of them, his arm still around her waist.

She turned to the side, buried her face in his shoulder, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

……

The next morning, Chen Dapeng woke up first.

He turned his head and saw that He Ying was still asleep.

She lay on her side next to him, one hand resting on the pillow, very close to his shoulder.

He didn't move or wake her; he just lay quietly for a while.

A few minutes later, He Ying turned over, her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She saw Chen Dapeng looking at her:

"What time is it?"

"It's still early, a little after seven."

He Ying did not get up immediately, but closed her eyes again:

"When did you wake up?"

"Not long after."

"Then why didn't you call me?"

"You're sleeping soundly."

He Ying didn't say anything more. She lay down for a while before sitting up, tucking her loose hair behind her ear, and glancing at him sideways.

Did you sleep well last night?

"I sleep very well with you here."

He Ying smiled, threw back the covers and got out of bed. She took two steps outside, then stopped and looked back at him.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

"I'm not going to sleep anymore, I'm going to make breakfast."

He Ying watched his retreating figure as he walked into the kitchen, said nothing, and turned to go into the bathroom.

When she came out after washing up.

Two bowls of porridge and a small dish of pickled vegetables were already set on the table.

Chen Dapeng was walking out of the kitchen, carrying a plate of cut fruit, which he placed in the middle of the table.

He Ying sat down at the table, but didn't pick up her chopsticks immediately. She looked at the bowl of porridge, then at him:

"When did you learn how to cook porridge?"

Chen Dapeng smiled:

"It was just a quick and easy meal. Why don't you try it and see how it tastes?"

He Ying lowered her head and took a sip of porridge. The rice grains had been cooked until they dissolved, and the temperature was just right.

She took two sips before putting down the bowl.

"Your porridge is alright."

Chen Dapeng smiled, picked up his bowl of porridge, and took a couple of sips.

"The technique isn't quite there yet; there was a bit too much water in it."

He Ying looked at him and smiled: "Your attitude is good, that deserves encouragement. Strive for even greater progress next time."

"Of course, with Sister Ying around, it's impossible not to improve."

He Ying glared at him: "When did you learn to say such high-sounding things?"

Chen Dapeng scratched his head and smiled, "I didn't specifically go to learn it..."

He Ying smiled but didn't reply, continuing to drink her porridge.

After finishing breakfast, He Ying took the dishes into the kitchen to wash them.

Chen Dapeng stood to the side wiping the dishes dry.

At that moment, Chen Dapeng's phone vibrated.

He picked it up and saw a message from Chen Yang: "Come over for dinner tonight, I'll be making dumplings. Yingying is coming too."

He handed his phone to He Ying for a quick look.

After reading it, He Ying returned the phone to him, saying, "Your sister really knows how to care about people."

Chen Dapeng smiled smugly: "That's..."

……

It was a little after 3 p.m.

Chen Dapeng and He Ying arrived at their sister's house.

Chen Yang opened the door, still wearing his apron, his hands covered in flour, and said with a smile:

"You've come at the perfect time; I was just getting ready to make dumplings."

He Ying changed her shoes and walked into the living room, where she saw Chen Yang rolling out dumpling wrappers at the dining table, with a bowl of prepared filling next to him.

Li Tianqin was leaning back on the sofa in the living room, looking at his phone.

Li Zilong was drawing on the coffee table when he heard someone come in. He looked up and saw Chen Dapeng and He Ying.

"uncle!"

He shouted and ran over quickly.

Chen Dapeng bent down and hugged him tightly.

"Zilong, do you miss your uncle?"

Li Zilong nodded repeatedly: "Yes, of course I want to..."

Chen Dapeng chuckled, picked him up, and carried him to the living room.

He Ying stood beside her and smiled.

She walked over and sat down at the table, rolling up her sleeves:

"Chen Yang, I'll help you."

Chen Yang glanced at her, didn't refuse, and handed her a piece of dough:

"That's perfect. Do you know how to wrap them?"

"I know a little, but it's not very good."

"As long as it can be squeezed tightly, it's fine."

The two sat at the table, making dumplings and chatting.

Li Zilong put down his pen and ran over. He stood by the table for a while, then reached out to touch the dough, but Chen Yang gently patted his hand.

"Did you wash your hands?"

Li Zilong withdrew his hand, turned around, and ran into the bathroom.

A few seconds later, the sound of rushing water was heard, and then she ran back, holding up her wet hands to show Chen Yang:

"Mom, it's time to wash!"

Chen Yang smiled, didn't stop him anymore, and handed him a small piece of dough:

"Take it and play with it, but don't spill it on the ground."

Li Zilong took the dough and ran to the coffee table to continue playing.

He Ying wrapped more than a dozen buns, and although they weren't exactly neatly arranged, she pinched the opening of each one tightly.

Chen Yang glanced at it, said nothing, and pushed his own bag towards her:

"It will look better if you sculpt it according to this shape."

He Ying looked at the few she had wrapped and found them to be more even, so she followed her technique and wrapped a few more, which were better than before.

Li Tianqin stood up from the sofa, walked to the table to check the progress, turned to Chen Dapeng and called out:

"Dapeng, don't sit there, help me crush the garlic."

Chen Dapeng responded, stood up, went into the kitchen, picked up the garlic jar, and began to crush garlic.

He Ying glanced towards the kitchen, then lowered her head to continue making dumplings.

When dinner was served.

The dumplings were steaming hot, and there was a dish of vinegar and a dish of soy sauce on the side.

There was also a plate of cucumber and wood ear mushroom salad made by Chen Yang.

Chen Yang took off his apron and sat down at the table.

Li Tianqin sat next to her.

Li Zilong had already climbed onto the chair and sat down, with a bowl in front of him and chopsticks in his hand.

Chen Dapeng sat down next to He Ying and poured a glass of warm water for her.

The conversation at the dinner table was all about everyday things.

Chen Yang asked He Yingqing how the weather was in Shun County.

He Ying said it was a bit colder than the provincial capital.

Li Tianqin asked Chen Dapeng when the case would be closed.

Chen Dapeng said it was hard to say, but the domestic part was already in the final stages.

Li Zilong sat to the side, head down, eating dumplings, one after another, his cheeks bulging.

Chen Yang picked up a piece of cucumber for him.

He lowered his head, took a bite, said "Thank you, Mom," and continued eating.

After the meal...

He Ying sat for a while, then looked at the time and saw it was almost eight o'clock. She stood up and said it was time to go.

Chen Dapeng also stood up and took his coat.

Chen Yang saw them to the door.

Li Zilong ran over from the coffee table, stood in the doorway, and suddenly said:

Goodbye, Uncle and Aunt!

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

He grinned and ran back to the coffee table.

Chen Yang didn't correct him, but just smiled meaningfully.

"Yingying, Dapeng, drive carefully."

He Ying nodded: "Chen Yang, the dumplings are delicious today."

Chen Yang smiled and said, "Come again next time you want to eat."

Chen Dapeng called out to the living room, "Brother-in-law, we're leaving."

Li Tianqin replied, "I'll come again another time when I have time."