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Chapter 943 - 940 This is a good wolf

Chapter 943: Chapter 940 This is a good wolf

Yan Bo looked at her under the lights with her face flushed with color, and even though he knew he couldn’t have her, he was already mostly satisfied.

To say he hadn’t had other thoughts about this person would naturally be a lie.

After all, at twenty, he was at an age brimming with youthful vigor.

But isn’t the difference between humans and animals that the former have reason?

His reason couldn’t control whether he liked her or not, but it could control the primal urges belonging to the male animal.

"Don’t worry, this is a good wolf, he said he will be a good boy and wait for the little white rabbit to come to the door on her own volition."

Yan Bo watched her with a smile, finished speaking, and then popped a dumpling into his mouth.

With the conversation having reached this point, to continue further would delve into adults-only content. Regarding such topics, Tong Xiaohua didn’t know much. Most of her knowledge came from jokes and the teasing of Xiao Mi, which was surely far less than what Yan Bo knew. Realizing she was thin-skinned about such matters, she now fell silent, no longer daring to explore the topic with Yan Bo.

Normally, her midnight snack consisted mostly of a bowl of thin porridge, but now her mind wandered, and her chopsticks moved unconsciously toward the steamer from which Yan Bo had just withdrawn his own, picked up a dumpling, and instinctively stuffed it into her mouth.

Feeling Yan Bo’s piercing gaze never leaving her, Tong Xiaohua could only bow her head and pretend to chew seriously on the dumpling she had just put in her mouth.

It was then that she understood the meaning of the phrase "You’ve made your bed, now lie in it." If she hadn’t tried to be brave and picked up on his statement earlier, their conversation wouldn’t have fallen into the current, peculiar state.

But, she was very clear in her heart that although she had been with him for a while, when it came to matters between men and women besides hugging and kissing, she hadn’t tried anything deeper, nor did she know much.

She always thought that both she and he were still very young; some things should simply happen naturally. There was no need to deliberately provoke, nor was there a need to hasten anything.

She herself didn’t have any special thoughts about this area, even if she really, really missed him like during this separation. But a warm hug from him, or a lingering kiss, could extinguish all the bitter longing.

Yet, it was only just now that she suddenly realized that in this respect, as a man, Yan Bo felt differently about the level of intimacy between them than she did.

Having realized this, she looked up with a trace of retreat flashing in her eyes, but soon, it was covered up by stubbornness and determination.

"Yan Bo, as you know, I haven’t thought about so much, nor have I thought that far," she said.

The "so much" and "that far" she referred to were not about their future together but specifically about the last level of intimate contact between a couple.

Yan Bo, of course, understood the implication in her words. His genial face still smiled, as though her words hadn’t even stirred the smallest ripple.

Tong Xiaohua, seeing his lack of reaction, felt a flicker of unease. What did his indifferent look imply?

Before Tong Xiaohua could speak again, Yan Bo extended his hand, took hold of the one with the chopsticks, and gently caressed the back of her hand with his warm fingertips, as if to soothe and dispel all the anxiety in her heart.

It was only after accompanying Tong Xiaohua around the Tong Family’s numerous casinos that Yan Bo suddenly realized that many hormone-driven males hovered around Tong Xiaohua. Although Tong’s eldest seemed loyal, there must be many men like Ling Qingyun, who flirted from flower to flower, around her.

Perhaps it was because of the inappropriate conduct of those other males that she had unfairly labeled him with a tag that didn’t belong to him?

"Xiao Hua, I don’t know what your concept of a man is. But I can assure you that whatever I do, it will be with respect for your wishes. And as long as I am in a romantic relationship with you, both my heart and my body will be utterly loyal to you. So, don’t get carried away with your thoughts, okay?"

His fingers were long, the skin at the tips rough with a uniquely masculine texture, as they gently brushed over her hand, soothing the uneven creases of her heart.

His words were like strands of warm current, instantly filling the uneven and restless voids in her heart with a plain of tranquility.

She lifted her head to meet his eyes—so mild yet always so intensely warm—licked her lips, and responded in a soft voice, "Mhm."

Perhaps it was because of the exchange before bedtime, both of them slept well that night.

The next day, Tong Xiaohua’s father and mother were up early. Just stepping out to the living room, Tong Xiaohua’s father, who was always vigilant about his surroundings, furrowed his brows slightly and asked, "Who came to our house?"

Uncle Yuan, who was bringing tea to the center of the living room while holding a newspaper, hurriedly responded, "It’s Young Master Yan."

Tong Xiaohua’s father’s brows did not relax, "He’s bringing breakfast over again this early?"

His precious daughter had already spent the entire day with him yesterday. Was he still not satisfied? To actually be coming to the door this early in the morning. Was he really in such a hurry to whisk away Tong Xiaohua’s tiny treasure?

Regarding this prospective son-in-law, Tong Xiaohua’s father harbored the reluctance that all fathers-in-law possess.

Setting aside the fact that this man wanted to take his daughter away, Tong Xiaohua’s father admitted that Yan Bo was an exceptional man, and if it weren’t for his daughter, he might even become good friends with Yan Bo despite their age difference.

After all, there were quite a few similarities between himself and Yan Bo.

"No, Young Master Yan brought Miss back last night and it was already late, so he stayed over!"

Uncle Yuan spoke calmly, unaware that as soon as his words fell, he would hear an explosive roar from Tong Xiaohua’s father, "What? He stayed over? I’ll break his legs!"

With that, he stepped towards his precious daughter’s bedroom door in three strides, raised his hand, ready to knock.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing a sleepy Tong Xiaohua, who looked up with a dazed and innocent face at her father standing outside.

"Dad, why are you yelling so early in the morning?"

She had just gotten out of bed, not even having had the chance to wash up, rushed to open the door upon hearing her father’s loud shouting to see what the matter was.

And her mind was only partially awake.

Her father didn’t care for any of that; with a block of his hand, he gently pushed his daughter aside and poked his head in, trying hard to get a clear view of the room inside.

"Where’s that rascal Yan Bo?" It wasn’t hard to detect the anger in his voice.

Tong Xiaohua was stunned for a moment, just as she was about to answer, a gentle voice came from the corridor, "Uncle Tong, good morning. Are you looking for me?"

Tong Xiaohua’s father turned sharply around, his fierce gaze landing on the neatly dressed young man standing in the corridor, who was also pulling a piece of luggage.

"You..." he was ready to unleash a tirade of insults at the young man, but his eyes, upon encountering the luggage, turned into confusion.