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

She thought their night of abandon was just that. For him, it was the reunion he had waited eight years for.

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

The man's Adam's apple bobbed again and again. He forced two words 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 didn't spend it. He had kept the ticket for eight years, and the first night he found her, he had come to fulfill a promise, not make a deal.

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

The next day, they met again in the elevator. He cornered her, his white shirt buttoned all the way to the top, his eyes perfectly clear. He seemed like a different person from the man who had nearly lost 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. 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, cheerfully and willingly, grinning like a dog thrilled to be taken for a walk.

No one knew he kept an eight-year-old scenic-area ticket in his pocket. On the back, in small blue 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 that night, when he asked if she was sure, he wasn't asking about a night of passion. He was asking about the time eight years ago when she bent down and, all bright and charming, asked him, "Little young master, would you marry me?"