Younger Brother, He Is Sweet and Soft in Front of Others and Wild in the Back.

What she thought was a night of indulgence was the reunion he had been waiting for for eight years. That night, Qing Zhao sat astride Qiao Yu, pressed his thumb on his most vital part, lowered his head and bit his ear: "Be good, help sister." The man's Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he squeezed out two words from his throat: "Are you sure?" After a night of warmth, Lin Qingzhao left with a thousand yuan. Qiao Yu took the money but didn't spend it. He hid the ticket for eight years, and the first night he found her was to fulfill his wish, not to trade. "Money can't cover it. What my sister owes me, I can only pay back slowly." We met again in the elevator the next day. He cornered her with his white shirt buttoned to the top and his clean eyes, completely different from the man who was on the verge of losing control last night. "Sister, don't you recognize me?" She slapped a thousand yuan on the table and he pushed it back. "I don't dare to spend this money. Once I spend it, it will really be a deal." Rumors spread throughout the office: The new intern on the eighth floor runs errands after the project manager every day, running willingly and smiling like a dog that has been happily walked. No one knew that he had a ticket to a scenic spot from eight years ago in his pocket. On the back of the ticket was written a line of small blue ink letters: "I want to marry her. Although I don't know her name, I want to marry her when I grow up." She thought he came after her to take revenge on that night. Later I discovered that when he asked her "Are you sure" in the car that night, he was not asking about a night of tenderness, but eight years ago when she bent down and said to him delicately and smartly, "Will you marry me, young man?"