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

After going downstairs, He Ying remained silent.

Chen Dapeng reached out and took her hand, but He Ying didn't move, letting him hold it. After a few steps,

Looking at her profile, Chen Dapeng couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ying, what's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

He Ying paused, turned to look at Chen Dapeng, and asked in a serious tone, "Dapeng, what are your thoughts on what happened between us? I want to hear your honest opinion."

Chen Dapeng was stunned for two seconds. He Ying had never asked him this question in this tone before.

Without hesitation, he said, "Sister Ying, I love you. I want to marry you and spend my life with you."

He Ying smiled but didn't say anything.

Chen Dapeng was a little confused and asked suspiciously, "Sister Ying, what's going on today? You seem strange."

He Ying was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, her tone very serious: "Da Peng, I'm thirty-one years old. For a young woman, that's considered an old maid."

Chen Dapeng just looked at her without saying anything, waiting for him to continue.

Before I met you, I had thought about important life events, but I hadn't thought about them seriously. After I met you...

She didn't finish her sentence, but Chen Dapeng understood what she meant.

"Just now, Zilong called me 'Auntie'..."

She paused for a moment, her face showing a complex expression—surprise, unexpectedness, joy… a mix of everything.

Chen Dapeng gripped her hand tighter, looked at her intently, and asked a question.

"Sister Ying, are you really willing to marry me?"

He had never asked this question before, not because he didn't want to, but because he felt it was unnecessary. He understood He Ying's feelings, but he still wanted to ask, hoping that the answer would come from her own mouth.

After all, there's a long way to go between dating and marriage. Given the difference in their social statuses, he also wanted a definite answer.

"Chen Dapeng!"

He Ying got a little angry and suddenly raised her voice.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person? I... I'm willing to be with you, do you think I'm just playing around?"

Chen Dapeng was startled. He had been with He Ying for so long and had never seen her lose her temper like this before.

He knew he shouldn't have asked that question, at least not to He Ying.

"Sister Ying... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that. I was just overthinking it."

He Ying looked at him without saying a word for a long time.

Chen Dapeng was trembling slightly, wondering what He Ying was thinking.

suddenly……

He Ying burst out laughing: "Da Peng, you're so cute."

Chen Dapeng was stunned for a moment, then laughed. He Ying wasn't really angry, but she looked quite scary just now.

He pulled He Ying closer to him, encircling her in his arms and holding her tightly.

"Sister Ying, I want to marry you."

He whispered it in her ear again.

He Ying nodded: "Mm!"

Chen Dapeng was overjoyed. He loosened his grip slightly, creating a fist's distance between them, and looked intently at her face.

They stared at each other for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Chen Dapeng kissed her lips.

He Ying patted his shoulder: "Hmm... on the street..."

Chen Dapeng: "That's what makes it exciting..."

He Ying stopped struggling and let Chen Dapeng hold her and kiss her...

Gradually...

She began to actively respond to Chen Dapeng's enthusiasm, following the rhythm of his kisses...

a long time……

He Ying moved her lips away and pressed her forehead against his.

"Dapeng, we're on the street, we can't stay like this for too long."

Chen Dapeng chuckled softly.

"Sister Ying, let's continue when we get home."

He Ying glared at him: "You're so annoying!"

Chen Dapeng hailed a taxi on the roadside...

More than half an hour later, the two returned to their front door.

Chen Dapeng opened the door and stepped aside to let He Ying enter first.

He Ying changed into slippers and took off her coat, hanging it on the hook on the wall.

When she straightened up.

Chen Dapeng was already standing behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist.

She didn't move or speak, but leaned back slightly, placing her weight in his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed her ear, his voice very soft:

"Sister Ying, I took what you just said seriously."

He Ying turned her head and glanced at him:

Which sentence?

"That nod you made."

He Ying did not answer, but she covered his hand that was wrapped around her waist from the front, and gently tapped the back of his hand with her fingers.

He sensed that slight response, turned her shoulder, and made her face him.

Their eyes met in the quiet living room.

No one spoke again.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

Her arms naturally wrapped around his neck.

This kiss is different from the one on the street—

The one on the street had a slightly impulsive, declarative air about it; now this one is quieter, as if two people are confirming the same answer.

Her hand slid from behind his neck to his shoulder, her fingertips gently squeezing the collar of his coat.

He loosened his lips, stepped back half an inch, took off his coat and threw it on the counter, then pulled her closer to him.

This time he didn't stop. He tightened his arms, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her even more deeply.

He Ying gave a soft "hmm".

Her fingers moved from his shoulder to his collar, naturally unbuttoning the first button of his shirt, then the second.

He didn't urge her; he just stood there, head slightly bowed.

Let her fingers slowly move along his collar.

When the third button is undone.

He bent down and picked her up.

He Ying gasped softly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked down at his face.

He didn't say anything, but carried her towards the bedroom.

She saw the slight upturn of his lips, smiled back, and gently pinched his earlobe.

Chen Dapeng went into the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

He Ying loosened her grip around his neck, looked up at him in the dim light, but didn't say anything.

He leaned down, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked down at her face.

Her eyes were bright, like a clear spring.

His fingers slid from her forehead, down her cheek, and gently touched her chin.

He Ying turned her head slightly, as if in response to the touch, and then she reached out and pulled him down a little.

He bent down following the force.

The two of them were now very close again.

She reached out and unbuttoned the few buttons on his shirt that were still undone, one by one...

He lowered his head and kissed her on the side of her neck.

Her fingers paused for a moment, then continued.

When the shirt slips off the shoulder.

He felt her hand pause for a moment, then gently squeeze his shoulder.

His lips moved slowly along her jawline.

As I moved back, I was met with her slightly upturned face.

The kiss landed so naturally, as if the two were telepathically in sync.

He kissed her passionately...

From the lips to the ears.

From the ear to the chin.

Then from the chin to the neck.

then……

Continuing south...