Marrying an Intellectual Sister Who Is 3 Years Older Makes Me Really Fucked Every Night

This article is also the story of the author's own experience, and some of the plots have been optimized/supplemented. The city night is sultry, and the workplace is undercurrent. A secret love that begins with heartbeat, becomes immersed in tenderness, and indulges in deep affection begins with great excitement. He is a cold and dignified regional supervisor of Brand A. He is aloof from strangers, but towards her, he hides paranoia and tenderness that no one knows about. Under his cold appearance, there is a hot sincerity that is willing to sink. She is the bright and dazzling store's top seller, three years older than him, intellectually gentle and with a sultry charm. She seems to be sober and independent, but in fact, she has dropped all her defenses and is willing to fall into his favor. When they first met, their auras clashed, and their eyes met with a hidden heartbeat; they restrained their pull during testing, and their secret feelings grew wildly during the day and night; after they got close, they ran in both directions, and every time they got close, their hearts beat out of control, and every night was sweet and hot. His tenderness is only for her, and her charm is only for him. The rules of the workplace cannot stop the heartbeat, and the past bonds cannot break up the affection. All the restrained preference, secret protection, and extreme pulling finally turn into one sentence: The rest of my life is long, and I just want to be with you, staying with you every year, and relying on each other every night.