Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!
Chapter 807 - 333: Old Man and Old Wife

Zhou Yuwen saw that Su Qing had been keeping her head down without saying anything. Even when he asked her, she ignored him. Curiously, Zhou Yuwen leaned over to take a look, only to find that Su Qing's eyes were already brimming with tears.

This made Zhou Yuwen quite puzzled, and he said, "What's wrong? No matter how good the fried rice is, it shouldn't make you cry, right?"

"No, it's not that." Su Qing realized she lost her composure and quickly wiped away her tears, but her eyes were still a bit red.

She looked at Zhou Yuwen and finally said, "Zhou Yuwen, can we reconcile?"

"..."

Zhou Yuwen was speechless for a moment and could only take a couple of sips of cola. He said, why bring this up when everything is fine?

"Isn't the way we are now a reconciliation?"

"No, we need to get married. This time, we will never part, and I also want to have children with you."

As Su Qing spoke, she proactively straddled Zhou Yuwen's lap.

Su Qing had just taken a bath, and she still smelled fragrant. Her white shirt was of a silky satin material, very smooth, and her beautiful legs were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings.

When she climbed on, Zhou Yuwen's hands naturally touched Su Qing's stockings.

Zhou Yuwen discovered that Su Qing had changed into new stockings, with lace patterns at the thighs, which felt like Braille, very attractive.

Su Qing placed her hands on Zhou Yuwen's shoulders and said seriously, "Zhou Yuwen, let's reconcile. I can overlook your past with Yanyan, and I can turn a blind eye to other women too. Will you marry me again?"

Sitting on Zhou Yuwen's lap, Su Qing's head was half a head higher than Zhou Yuwen's. She held Zhou Yuwen's chin and said very seriously.

Zhou Yuwen replied, here you go again.

"It's not about whether to marry or not. Even if I want to marry, we're not old enough." Zhou Yuwen said while hugging Su Qing's slender waist.

During this time, Su Qing would rub her lips against Zhou Yuwen's lips.

Like a light kiss.

And Zhou Yuwen did not refuse.

"Then when we're old enough, will you marry me?" Su Qing pressed her forehead against Zhou Yuwen's, pouting.

While Zhou Yuwen got flirty during the conversation, he said, we'll talk about it then.

Hearing Zhou Yuwen say this, Su Qing felt a little disappointed.

Yet Zhou Yuwen didn't care much, as his hands had already been restless during the kiss just now.

Now he asked, "Hey, you're not wearing a bra?"

Su Qing rolled her eyes and said, "I just finished showering, why would I be wearing a bra?"

Zhou Yuwen thought for a moment and realized it made sense.

She wasn't wearing a bra on top,

what about below?

So Zhou Yuwen lifted Su Qing's shirt hem.

"You just showered, why are your bottoms so neat?"

Su Qing was so annoyed that she rolled her eyes at Zhou Yuwen, then pinched Zhou Yuwen's ears and said he was being improper.

Zhou Yuwen pretended to be in pain and cried out, saying ah ah ah, it hurts.

While talking, he snuggled into Su Qing's arms.

Su Qing was at a loss because of Zhou Yuwen.

Zhou Yuwen wrapped his arms tightly around Su Qing's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace and asked, "Still hungry?"

"Hungry! I only had a few bites."

Dim lights, a small two-bedroom apartment.

The woman in the white shirt was straddling the man's lap, the collar of her shirt undone, half of her fragrant shoulder exposed from the pulling earlier.

The beautiful legs in stockings didn't touch the ground, slightly hovering mid-air, with her small feet slightly up on tiptoes to maintain balance, highlighting the curve of her calves.

Zhou Yuwen rested his chin in Su Qing's bosom and said, "Can you wait a bit to eat, let me fill up first, okay?"

"Hmph!"

Su Qing rolled her eyes at Zhou Yuwen again.

But looking at her annoying husband resting in her arms, Su Qing slightly lowered her head.

Then the two started kissing.

This time it was a long kiss.

At the beginning, Zhou Yuwen's hand movements were gentle.

But as everyone knows, the movements in hand tend to intensify as the kiss along.

"Mmm..."

Later, Zhou Yuwen's hand movements became heavier.

Su Qing could no longer hold back her murmurs.

The two got intimate in the kitchen, and later Zhou Yuwen couldn't hold back any longer, so he suddenly stood up, lifting Su Qing.

And Su Qing's beautiful legs wrapped tightly around Zhou Yuwen's waist clad in stockings.

Zhou Yuwen placed Su Qing on the dining table.

While kissing.

By this time, the buttons of Su Qing's shirt had been undone.

Zhou Yuwen's head remained buried in Su Qing's bosom.

And Su Qing kept her eyes tightly closed.

Leaning back on the dining table, she held Zhou Yuwen's head tightly, making sounds from time to time.

Under the dim chandelier light, Su Qing's expression was incredibly seductive, as if she were undergoing torture, though it wasn't a painful ordeal; she kept her eyes tightly closed.

The blush on her face was particularly noticeable under the light.

Sometimes her little mouth would be slightly open, sometimes tightly biting her lower lip.

She sat on the dining table like this, her beautiful leg in stockings raised high around Zhou Yuwen's waist, tightly gripping his waist.

In a few swift movements.

Zhou Yuwen slid down the light pink undergarment from Su Qing's beautiful legs in stockings.

Finally hanging it on one of Su Qing's ankles.

Su Qing was already lying completely on the dining table.

Her head tipped back facing the chandelier.

The light made Su Qing squint slightly.

Only to see Zhou Yuwen facing her, playfully saying, "You insisted on coming up, isn't it the same now that you're up here."

"Not the same." Su Qing pouted her lips.

"Stubborn."

Zhou Yuwen chuckled lightly, then leaned close to Su Qing's ear, kissed Su Qing's earlobe, and said, "Honey, this time we're fulfilled, aren't we?"

"Hmph, so..ah..annoying.."

Under the light, Su Qing initially looked playful, but she suddenly frowned.

The dining table at Su Qing's home was a small solid wood table, not very stable.

Even though it could withstand Su Qing's weight, it still creaked.

Speaking of which, although they've been married for two years, they've never tried this scenario before.

The main thing was Su Qing softly humming as she sweated.

Zhou Yuwen whispered to her, saying, you need to keep it down this time.

"Your house doesn't have good soundproofing."

"What if others hear us."

The conversation was interspersed with the sound of the table creaking.

Su Qing's beautiful, stocking-clad feet swayed in front of Zhou Yuwen.

Anyway, she had already showered.

Zhou Yuwen didn't mind and directly grabbed her beautiful feet.

He brought them to his nose and took a deep sniff.

"Hmph... Naughty!"

"I know our house doesn't have good soundproofing, yet you're doing this in the living room. The bedroom has better soundproofing. Don't play with my feet, it tickles..."

"Alright, let's go to the bedroom then!"

Having said that, Zhou Yuwen released Su Qing's beautiful feet and suddenly thrust his waist forward, lifting Su Qing up.

"Ah! You scared me to death!"

Su Qing was genuinely startled.

Her beautiful legs clamped around Zhou Yuwen's waist, holding him tightly.

Zhou Yuwen chuckled, holding Su Qing, and said, "Didn't you say this place isn't soundproof? Let's move to the bedroom."

He said, running towards the bedroom with Su Qing in his arms.

Looking at Zhou Yuwen's enthusiastic demeanor, Su Qing couldn't help but laugh. In such a situation, he could still carry her around.

Being younger than in her past life is indeed better.

"Bad guy!"

Su Qing hugged Zhou Yuwen's shoulders tightly, and said.

"You went into the wrong room! That's my mom's room."

"Oh oh!"

So Zhou Yuwen switched to another room.

Alright, they entered.

In her past life, she had been here once, but the memory was vague.

Su Qing's bedroom still retained the look of a high schooler with a small desk and a cabinet.

And a single bed.

Though it's called a single bed, it's somewhat larger than a typical student bed.

After all, it was just her and Pan Min, two women in the house.

Their material living conditions were quite good.

Of course, those details weren't important.

The important thing was, Zhou Yuwen placed Su Qing onto the bed and continued.

The bed frame began creaking.

The bedroom's soundproofing wasn't much better, though.

Zhou Yuwen and Su Qing kissed, their fingers interlocked.

And continued murmuring.

"You devil... how... can you be... this good..."

"You're just realizing that now?"

"Click!"

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a door opening.

The sound startled both of them. They were deeply immersed, but this moment froze everything, all their actions coming to an abrupt halt.

"Shh."

Fortunately, the lights weren't turned on when someone came in.

"Your mom's back." Zhou Yuwen's first action was to grab a nearby blanket and throw it over himself and Su Qing, whispering.

"That's impossible, my mom said she'd be back after ten!" Su Qing, looking flustered, glanced at the electronic clock on the bedside table.

It was just a little past eight.

Why was her mom back so early?

Zhou Yuwen softly noted that the problem wasn't her mother's return, but rather what they should do now.

Su Qing signaled him to be silent.

"Let me think," Su Qing said.

Zhou Yuwen was speechless, saying, "I don't even know how to get out of this."

"Oh hush, don't talk."

Su Qing frowned, still not believing her mother had returned, wanting Zhou Yuwen to stay quiet so she could listen; maybe it was someone next door.

Su Qing perked up to listen.

She suddenly murmured, "Stop moving!"

"How can I not move... are we going to stop midway again?"

"Mm..." Su Qing couldn't help but frown.

She was a bit panicked, but the problem was Zhou Yuwen wasn't concerned about all that.

"Zhou Yuwen, you..."

Su Qing bit her lower lip, holding onto Zhou Yuwen's head.

And at this moment, the door clicked open.

Pan Min, just off work, walked in wearing her business attire and black high heels.

Today was two days until New Year's Eve, and outside children were setting off firecrackers.

Pan Min didn't hear any disturbances from the inner room, instead feeling the living room was quite quiet, with the small chandelier in the dining area lit.

Was her daughter back?

Why was there unfinished egg fried rice?

Pan Min was also busy until now, quite hungry.

Saw that the fried rice still had some warmth.

"Qingqing?"

Pan Min tentatively called from the inner room.

But the light in Su Qing's room wasn't on?

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