At this moment, in Song Zhaoye and Su Luo’s room, two figures were pressed against the back of the door, listening to the conversation in the living room.
Smiles of secret delight appeared on their faces, and the light in their eyes brightened considerably.
Song Zhaoye listened in for a while, then couldn’t help but quietly open the door a crack.
Through the narrow gap, he saw their daughter, blushing, holding a green pepper and feeding it into the mouth of their future son-in-law.
Seeing the two getting along harmoniously, Song Zhaoye slowly furrowed his brows.
He turned to look, only to find Su Luo looking more and more pleased.
Just as the saying goes: the mother-in-law grows fonder of the son-in-law the more she sees him.
Then, he was met with a confused glance from Su Luo, forcing him to obediently retract his gaze.
When Jiang Xiao unsuspectingly ate the green pepper and let out a muffled grunt of endurance, they exchanged a look, closed the door, and, barely suppressing their laughter, went back to sit on the bed.
“That Jiang family boy is really not bad. He even specially came over to accompany our little treasure,” Su Luo recalled the scene just now, nodding and sighing.
Song Zhaoye nodded along.
Though he still felt some inexplicable displeasure in his heart.
After all, this was his first time being a father.
Probably all fathers feel complicated when their daughter is about to get married.
“Husband,” Su Luo suddenly frowned, looking serious.
“What’s wrong?” Song Zhaoye also turned serious.
“Based on my experience, they’re very likely to do that sort of thing next. But I don’t know if they’ve prepared the necessary items.” Su Luo hugged her arms, pondering.
Hearing this, Song Zhaoye was momentarily stunned, then found it both amusing and exasperating.
Indeed, although the midnight snack they mentioned had strictly speaking turned into breakfast—summer mornings dawn early, so by the time they wanted to sleep, it was probably already getting light outside—still, they had to rest, and on the same bed.
“You’re right, dear. Luckily, I already prepared it for them!” Song Zhaoye raised an eyebrow.
Su Luo blinked, a little surprised.
“But it’s already so late. They shouldn’t be doing that kind of thing—it’s risking their health!” Song Zhaoye added.
Su Luo agreed.
“So, let’s consider this a test for our future son-in-law,” Song Zhaoye said with a smile.
After washing the lunch boxes together, Song Qiuyu led Jiang Xiao into her room.
“It’s almost six o’clock. Let’s go to sleep quickly. Once we’re asleep, we probably won’t wake up until at least one in the afternoon,” Song Qiuyu stretched and took out her pajamas from the wardrobe, planning to change out of her Lolita dress and white stockings.
But as her small hand reached behind to touch the zipper of the dress, warm fingertips touched her fingers first.
“Mm?” Song Qiuyu’s body trembled slightly.
“Let me help you,” Jiang Xiao lowered his head, looking at the even shorter girl, at the top of her small head, his eyes narrowing.
“Mm, thank you.” It wasn’t easy to pull the zipper down by herself anyway.
Song Qiuyu felt that with Jiang Xiao’s help, she could take off the dress faster and go to sleep sooner.
With the zipper of the pink-white dress pulled down, the girl’s snow-white back was exposed, as well as the scant fabric of her white bra.
“……”
Watching the girl’s gradually tensed body, Jiang Xiao clenched his hands, losing control of his emotions, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down a couple of times.
“Jiang Xiao? Hurry up a bit, I’m sleepy.” Feeling the scorching fingertips of the person behind her occasionally brushing her back and waist, Song Qiuyu couldn’t help but feel restless inside.
She coughed twice to remind him, and also to remind herself.
Because it was really late now; both of them had been up almost all night.
They absolutely must not do anything other than sleep.
“Mm,” Jiang Xiao replied.
Though he should have been the one tired from the journey, his voice was now husky with desire. That single word stirred huge ripples in Song Qiuyu’s heart.
She twisted her fingers, her feet wrapped in white stockings, feeling a little shy. “I’m really sleepy,” she said.
Jiang Xiao hummed again.
Not sure if Jiang Xiao could regain control of his brain, Song Qiuyu frowned, having decided to help him control himself. Even if Jiang Xiao wanted it, she would never, like those young girls, be easily influenced by hormones and coaxed into bed with a few words.
Just as she was focusing on saving herself and Jiang Xiao from desire, whoosh, Jiang Xiao, a bit clumsy but fairly quick, pulled off her pink-white Lolita dress in one go.
She was stunned.
Then, almost instinctively, she covered her chest with both hands. The next second, as if remembering something, she used her left hand to cover a more vulnerable part of her body.
“Wait, just leave this on. And first, put on the top part of the pajamas!” Noticing the warm touch approaching the clasp on her back, clearly intending to help further, she hesitated between shyness and panic, hastily stopping him.
As she spoke, she tried to put the pajamas on herself.
“Okay,” Jiang Xiao took the pajamas from her instead and put it over her small body from above.
“Alright, I can handle the rest myself!” Song Qiuyu said after a moment’s pause.
She took a deep breath to steady herself, then quickly tried to take two steps forward to distance herself from the scorching fire behind her.
But before she could lift her leg to step forward,
Suddenly, her vision blurred. Her body uncontrollably fell backward into a warm embrace. Her chin was lifted, and her lips were kissed.
“Sorry, Xi’er, I can’t hold it anymore!” Jiang Xiao kissed passionately, forcefully, much more unrestrained than in the living room.
“Mm! Mm!” Her ears were filled with ambiguous sounds. Song Qiuyu instantly lost the ability to think.
Unsteady on her feet, she completely melted into his embrace, letting many parts of her body be controlled by him.
She suddenly felt like a piece of bubble wrap. Except ordinary people pinch the bubbles on bubble wrap to vent displeasure, while they were doing something completely different, something more intimate, making the surroundings indescribably hot.
“Ah…” Feeling his solid body and strong heartbeat, her thoughts were chaotic. The only thing she could clearly perceive was his constant outpouring of affection for her.
While still dazed, as she regained some awareness, her hands were already held, and she was lying on the bed, under the shadow.
“Jiang Xiao…”
“Don’t worry, it’ll be done in a moment. It won’t take long.” Jiang Xiao smiled gently, lowering his head to kiss her burning forehead, the tip of her small nose, and her moist lips.
The pure white stockings wrinkled, bunched up at her knees.
That fragile place seemed like a withered flower yearning for care, pitifully beautiful, arousing infinite sympathy.
Just like its owner at that moment.
“Mm…” Song Qiuyu’s eyes were teary with shyness. Her small, fair feet slightly curled her toes in unease. Under the touch of increasing cold air, her chest rose and fell violently.
She stared blankly at Jiang Xiao. In her mind, she involuntarily recalled their previous experiences. Many parts of her body also involuntarily wanted to be conquered again.
But amidst the irresistible thoughts, a trace of lingering rationality remained.
Her legs were held gently yet firmly.
In that instant, her breath caught.
Should she really let Jiang Xiao continue?
As she was thinking, she heard the door to the room being knocked.