[R18] Encroachment (H) – “Occupation (H)” 30. Childhood sweethearts [English]

In danger, he frowned and said solemnly: “Let me check it for you first.”

He knows when to do something.

She was anxious: “What are you checking? I’m fine…”

It’s just that my private parts still hurt a little, and when I go to the toilet, a tissue can wipe out some pink blood.

But she really doesn’t want him to see her underneath, such a private place, and she hasn’t even seen it herself.

She reached out to turn off the light, but Catkin was wrapped in his big palm. He pressed her hand on the right side of her head, preventing her from moving.

“You’re hurt down there, but you’re too embarrassed to tell me?” He could always easily break through her predicament with just one sentence.

“No…” She didn’t dare to look into his sharp eyes that could see through everything, and she had no confidence in what she said.

“Whether it’s there or not, let me take a look.” He said cautiously at the critical moment, with a tough attitude.

Shen Shuman was irritated by he’s strong and domineering attitude. She glared at him angrily, pursed her lips and tightened her jaw, “No!”

This is the first time he has seen her so angry.

He used his brain a little and thought about her character, which is like a mimosa, closing in on itself when touched. He slowed down his speech and coaxed her softly: “Shen Shuman, I am your husband and a doctor. I am afraid that you will be hurt. I want to check you out out of worry and concern.”

“Then I don’t want it either!” She was like a hedgehog with all its thorns erect, trying to break free from he’s grasp and curl up into a ball.

In times of crisis, when I see her struggling fiercely, I don’t touch her anymore, so she timidly protects herself.

How should he soothe her emotions?Difficulties arise in times of crisis.

“Alas…” He sighed, a hint of lust emerged in his body, but was suppressed forcefully.Instead, there was helplessness at being unable to do anything about her.

“Go to bed early, good night.” He turned off the light and lay down next to her, trying to keep the distance between him and her as much as possible to avoid irritating her again.

Because she didn’t want to be woken up by the dazzling sunshine so early in the morning, Shen Shuman closed the curtain of the balcony sliding door early.

The quiet moonlight casts hazy light and shadow, flowing into the room through the gap, leaving a silver ribbon on the wooden floor.

The two of them slept with their backs facing each other, looking at the bleak moonlight at the critical moment, their thoughts turning over and over again.

When did he start to notice Shen Shuman?

When I was seven years old, I happened to look back and thought that she was bulging with anger, like a cute little goldfish, so I imprinted her in my mind?

Or have you passed by the studio many times and thought her paintings were uniquely ugly, so you started to pay attention to her paintings?

Or maybe it started when he was ten years old, watching her dancing on the stage like an elegant and pure little swan, and his heart suddenly started beating wildly?

It’s been so long that he can’t remember clearly.

I just remember that she often followed him cautiously, peeping at him lovingly with those fox eyes that were either happy, resentful, or pitiful.

Coincidentally, he also loves her.

They should be childhood sweethearts who are in love with each other and are childhood sweethearts.

Why did it take so many years to officially meet?

He feels sorry for the time that has passed away for no reason.

Shen Shuman thought that she was the only one who would inquire about he so diligently.

In fact, he knows more or less about she.

He knows that she is good-looking and eye-catching, and boys often tease her, play tricks on her, and ask her to confess.

She always avoided those boys, and over time, he found that she was unusually resistant to contact with the opposite sex. If he guessed correctly, she might have androphobia.

Those boys who failed to confess to each other learned from the past, which caused him to draw boundaries with her from now on, exercise caution, and not dare to get too close to her.

Even if he knows, she probably likes him.

But who can guarantee that after he takes the initiative to confess to her, she will not be frightened by him and stay away from him from now on?

No one can pat their chests and guarantee that she will still like him so much after he confesses his love, not even she herself.

The reason why the stars are beautiful is that no one can “pick the stars with their hands”.

If one day the stars fall and run towards you, will you catch them obediently?Or run for your life?

In times of crisis, he knows that he can only wait, waiting for her to take the initiative to approach him, and willingly fall into the trap set by him.