My Younger Boyfriend Is Sweet and Obedient in Public, Wild Behind Closed Doors

She thought their night of abandon was a one-night stand. For him, it was a long-awaited reunion after eight years.

That night, Qingzhao straddled Qiao Yu, pressing her thumb against his most vulnerable spot as she lowered her head and bit his ear. "Be good and help big sister."

The man's Adam's apple bobbed again and again. Two words forced their way out of his throat: "Are you sure?"

After a night of tenderness, Lin Qingzhao tossed him a thousand yuan and left. Qiao Yu took the money but never spent it. He had kept the ticket for eight years. The first night he found her, he had come to fulfill a promise, not make a transaction.

"Money can't settle this. You owe me, big sister, and you'll have to repay me little by little."

The next day, they ran into each other in the elevator. He cornered her, his white shirt buttoned to the top and his gaze perfectly clear. He was nothing like the man who had been on the verge of losing control the night before.

"Don't you recognize me, big sister?"

She slapped the thousand yuan down on the table. He pushed it back.

"I don't dare spend this money. If I do, it'll really become a transaction."

The whole office was talking about the new intern on the eighth floor: he ran errands for the project manager every day, happily and willingly, grinning like a dog that loved being taken for a walk.

No one knew he carried a ticket to a scenic spot from eight years ago. On the back, in small blue-ink handwriting, were the words:

"I want to marry her. I don't know her name, but when I grow up, I want to marry her."

She thought he had come after her to get revenge for that night.

Only later did she realize that in the car, when he asked, "Are you sure?" he wasn't asking about a night of tenderness. He was asking about the day eight years ago when she bent down and said to him, lively and charming, "Would you like to marry me, young sir?"