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Chapter 1065
The topic was too ambiguous, and Peter’s face was hard, his arms around her tightened a little, and he said, “Waiting for you to graduate.”
Sandy k!ssed his face and said, “How old are you when I graduate? And it’s not what we want to be pregnant. In case of delay for a year or two, pregnancy will add another year, aren’t you getting old?”
Peter glanced at her and said, “Bullsh!t, I am a good old man, that’s a man of seven and eighty, even if I have been delayed for so long, I am not forty, how can I be considered old and not good?”
Sandy smiled and stretched out her hand to squeeze his chin, “I don’t see it, you still like being young, it’s so clear.”
Peter told her not to move, “I’m driving.”
Sandy sat honestly.
Peter said, “It’s not that I like to care about, but that you are too young and I can’t be old.”
Sandy inexplicably thought this was funny.
She thinks he is very cute who said this.
“You are not old either.” It’s just a manly man.
If you are stable, it looks mature, and it seems to have a sense of age.
Sandy sat quietly, and it didn’t take long for the car to drive to the community where they lived. Peter parked the car in the underground garage, and they took the elevator from the garage to the residential floor.
Peter opened the door and entered the house. Sandy took the lunch box and went to the kitchen. There was a bowl of unfinished soup in it. Sandy said, “There is still a little soup left here. You can drink it or it will be wasted.”
Peter came over and said, “Don’t you drink?”
Sandy shook her head decisively, “It’s too late. Eating at night makes it easy to grow flesh.”
Peter looked at her up and down, “You are not fat, and it doesn’t matter if you are fat.”
“No, I don’t want to gain weight.” Now a girl, doesn’t like the amount of flesh on her own body, let alone the newly married woman, she must maintain a good figure, not for anything else, just to make her man look comfortable.
Peter drank the bowl of soup and handed it to her, “I’m going to take a bath.”
He was sweating outside.
Sandy said, “Go ahead and I will wash the dishes.”
Peter took a deep look at her, but finally said nothing.
He took his clothes and went to the bathroom.
Sandy put the lunch box into the sink, unscrewed the faucet, squeezed the dishwashing liquid on the dishcloth to wash the lunch box, cleaned it up, she walked out of the kitchen, Peter had not yet taken a bath, and the clothes on the balcony were dry.
She brought down the drying rack and put away the clothes.
She was about to fold her clothes on the sofa in the living room, her waist was suddenly restrained by a tight and powerful arm, and she looked back and saw Peter.
He has just taken a shower, and his body has the faint fragrance of shower gel, and it smells good.
His hair is still very moist. After washing, he didn’t use a hairdryer, just wiped it with a dry towel and dripped water.
Sandy held her breath and pressed her back tightly against his chest. He couldn’t help but swallowed a mouthful of water, “I, I will fold my clothes.”
Peter took off the clothes in her hand, placed them on the side table casually, and reached out to lift her chin.
Sandy raised her head and stared at him. There was a fire in his eyes, and she was very hot. Too close to him made her too hot.
Her beautiful eyes flowed like stars, she stretched out her hand to hook her neck and stood on tiptoe to k!ss him. However, Peter tightened her arm abruptly and k!ssed her forcefully.
She wanted to respond, but his strength was too heavy and his hug was too tight, so she could only let him take the initiative.
He k!ssed too domineeringly, Sandy felt the pain, and h3r l!ps were numb, and her body involuntarily wanted to move back. She accidentally touched a pot of green plants on the balcony and made a noise.
Peter’s movements stopped for a while, Sandy hugged him and k!ssed again. Her body was pressed against the glass door on the balcony. The curtains were not drawn and the lights were still on. She panted and said, “Let’s go to the room?”
Peter looked deep, bent over to hug her, walked into the bedroom, and gently put her on the bed.
The two were already d!sheveled.
Sandy bit her l!p, “I haven’t taken a sh0wer yet.”
“No need.” Peter grabbed h3r h3m and rolled it up, Sandy arch3d slightly to fit him, and soon the cl0thes left h3r body.
Sandy asked, “Will you treat me well?”
Peter said softly, his voice was a little more hoarse.
Sandy took her hand, put it on the buttons of his pa.nts, looked at him and said, “I believe you.”
Peter leaned on the t0p of h3r, looked at her for a long time, lowered his head and k!ssed her l!ps softly, and said softly, “I will be very light.”
Sandy nervously grabbed the quilt under her and nodded vigorously.
Peter unbuttoned the butt0ns. Sandy’s legs were white and thin. Although she was not tall, they were in good proportions.
She curled up slightly, for the first time, she couldn’t let go, her face flushed slightly.
She bit her lower lip, “You…you lighten up, I… my first t!me.”
It was the first time that Peter’s face and neck collapsed into a straight line.
He k!ssed her neck and chin gently, and didn’t rush to do anything, he tried his best to restrain his fire and tried his best to let her adapt first.
Slowly, Sandy’s b0dy softened, panting low, and feeling embarrassed, biting her lip hard to prevent herself from making a sound.
Peter let her relax.
“I’m not… nervous,” Sandy said.
Peter k!ssed her forehead. It was obviously cold in the room, but she was oozing sweat from her forehead.
Peter hugg3d her, smoothed her hair, and whispered, “I’m also nervous.”
Chapter 1066
Sandy just wanted to say that he is a liar, a man, what is he nervous about? However, she saw the blue veins on his neck bulge.
He obviously took a shower, but sweat oozes from his body.
Peter touched her cheek, “I’m afraid to scare you.”
Sandy looked at him cautiously, clearly thinking, but still restraining his appearance, his heart became soft, and he took the initiative to hold him, “I am not afraid of you at all.”
She leaned against his ear and said softly, “I am already yours…”
When both of them were ready and the atmosphere was just right, when they wanted to become a true couple, both of them were stunned.
Sandy looked underneath and suddenly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.
Peter stared at the bloodstains on the bed blankly, and hadn’t recovered for a long time.
After a while, he slowly calmed down. Although the agitation in his body has not subsided, his brain has become clearer.
After a while, Sandy walked out wearing clothes. She lowered her head and grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands. “Sorry, I don’t usually come at this time. I don’t know how this month will advance…”
Peter sat on the edge of the bed, put his bathrobe together, and said, “It’s okay, it’s not you to blame.”
Seeing Peter feel uncomfortable, she felt very guilty. She came over and said, “I will clean up the bed.”
Peter said, “No, you sit down and I’ll do it.”
Although Peter is unwilling, but there is nothing he can do, he can’t fight in blood, right?
Sandy stood by, lowered her eyes, thinking about Auntie, why didn’t she come early and didn’t come late? Why did she come at this time?
The atmosphere was good today, but it was ruined by uninvited guests.
She bit her lip and grabbed the bed sheet in Peter’s hand, “You are clumsy, you can’t handle it, I’ll do it.”
She quickly tossed off the blood-stained sheets on the bed, threw them into the laundry basket, and replaced them with clean sheets.
She put the sheets in the washing machine to clean, and let Peter sleep.
She went to the living room to refold the clothes she hadn’t folded before.
She was sitting on the sofa, folding her clothes neatly one by one. She looked at the pile of clothes on the table in a daze.
Peter sat on the sofa, hugged her, and said, “You have to care, we still have a lot of time.”
Sandy lowered her eyes, just to blame herself.
She feels sorry for him.
It’s not as good as it didn’t start, everything went so smoothly…
Peter pinched her cheek, “Okay, it’s getting late, let’s go to bed.”
Sandy turned to look at him, “Are you asleep?”
Peter gave a light cough, “I just drank a bottle of ice water and I am sleepy now.”
Sandy pouted, “But I can’t sleep.”
Peter scratched her nose, “Can’t get along with yourself?”
Sandy nodded vigorously, “I just couldn’t get along with myself. I used to be very punctual, and occasionally it was abnormal, but I pushed back. But this time it is ahead of schedule. Why didn’t I go against myself?”
Peter picked her up, “Okay, don’t think about it, go to sleep.”
Put her on the bed, hugged her, “It’s late.”
Sandy rolled over, nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and was able to calm down in her arms. Although she still couldn’t make it through today’s hurdle in her heart, her mood was much calmer.
She fell asleep very late. Peter fell asleep earlier. He woke up first in the morning. When he woke up, Sandy was still asleep. He didn’t wake her up, but got up gently by himself.
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