Penelope swallowed and said, “The hardness, for example.”
He walked past, pressed the table with his fingers, and said, “You did not test it objectively.”
“Objectively?” She raised her eyebrow slightly.
“Come here.”
Penelope quickly climbed up the table, accidentally rubbing his thighs with the soles of her feet, “Try it together?”
He bowed his head, touched her waist, and helped her to lie down. His fingers slid from her neck to her ears.
“It’s not the right time,” he breathed near her ear softly, and the temperature turned her ear red.
Penelope shivered as if getting an electric shock.
She used her toes to touch his thigh and smiled, “Bro, you are endurable.”
Warren pulled her up and left a kiss on her lips. He said, “We still have to wait and make conclusions in the future.”
Future? After that, she wouldn’t be so bold.
Penelope laughed and got off the table with his help. She asked, “Will you sleep with me tonight?”
Warren took a step back. He looked at her with his arms folded over his chest. “You sleep sprawled all over the bed. Will I be kicked out of bed?”
“Who told you? I’m telling you that I won’t turn over for a night,” she said with a loud voice.
“Nobody told me, I saw it myself.”
“What?”
He coughed and said, “Nothing, you can sleep with me if you want.”
“It sounds like you’re not very willing, as if I will force you.”
Warren paused, “You don’t always talk with these words.”
Penelope pouted, sat on his chair, and said, “Then I won’t say this next time.”
“Good.”
“Uh… If I use the words ‘enjoy a wonderful night together,’ is it okay or not?” Penelope thought with her chin on.
“Do you detest me because I’m not highly educated?”
“You are educated, just not highly,” Warren said justly.
Penelope stood up and said, “Hmm, it’s great that you went to college!”
“No.”
“By the way, which university did you study at?” She asked curiously.
“Are you asking about undergraduate or graduate?”
Penelope pinched her own neck, as if caught by a fishbone, “You’re killing me in an invisible way!”
Warren smiled and kissed her. “It doesn’t matter how well-educated you may be. The key is to think clearly.”
Penelope pouted slightly. “At last, you said something good.”
Her expression was so cute. She seemed more like a high school student rather than a mother.
Warren felt a sense of guilt because he had turned a girl who was 13 years younger than him into his son’s mother.
Penelope held his arms with a smile, urging, “Let’s go to sleep.”
Going to sleep, sleeping with him, the two were temporarily equated in her heart.
What did you feel when you slept with your loved one for the first time?
Penelope: It was too exciting to fall asleep.
Warren: Why was she still awake?
Penelope sighed slightly, “I heard that some children are premature. Why is there no such thing in my stomach? It’ll influence…” Their sexual life.
Warren patted her head and said, “Baby, it’s almost one o’clock. Let’s sleep.”
“One o’clock? Isn’t it just twelve o’clock?” Penelope turned her head and looked at him.
“Um.”
He had worked hard all day and had no energy at all to deal with her at night.
Penelope twisted her buttocks and said, “Please help me turn over.”
“Is it uncomfortable?”
“The left side is numb.”
He flipped her over and turned her back to him. He hugged her waist and said, “No more moving, now sleep.”
Penelope bowed her head and smiled.
Although she couldn’t see his hand in the bed, she could feel his temperature completely, and it was warm and steady.
“Okay.” She closed her eyes.
His breath was behind her, like a mass of gas surrounding her, making her too comfortable to sleep.
Would it be easy to sleep with him again?
She has to cherish it.
****
When Penelope opened her eyes again, and the sky was bright, Warren had already gone to the company.
She reached out to touch his empty spot. His heat was gone.
After resting for so long, she couldn’t stay up. When she struggled to make a living, she stayed up late and got up early.
Sometimes, she worked several part-time jobs at the same time; she had little time to sleep.
Mrs. Brown looked at her dark eyes on her white and tender face and said, “You didn’t go to bed early last night? Why do you have dark eye bags?”
“Insomnia, just insomnia.”
“Do you need to ask the doctor for advice?”
“No, just an occasional situation. It’s not always the case.” Penelope waved her hand and quickly refused.
“Okay.” Mrs. Brown nodded and said, “But I see your skin is getting whiter and smoother. What skin care products are you using?”
“Nothing.” Penelope touched her face.
“My daughter, every day, wants to become more beautiful. But she uses so many products and has little effect. You changed a lot in the past few months,” Mrs. Brown marveled.
Penelope said, “I was born white.”
“What happened to you? Sunburn?”
“I specifically wanted to go to the store to tan. It was very beautiful,” Penelope said. She missed her wheat skin very much.
“Oh, I see,” Mrs. Brown said.
Penelope said, “I still like my healthy wheat skin. Now, this white seems too sick.”
Mrs. Brown was speechless and silently packed up the dishes.
Penelope touched her face and murmured, “After childbirth, I will do it again.”
****
Time flew by. She had moved into Warren’s bedroom. The butler and Mrs. Brown pretended as if they didn’t notice it. They didn’t say anything and treated her the same as before.
Penelope wanted to tell Mrs. Brown the whole story. After all, she had been taking care of her food and daily life.
However, she lacked experience in this area since she was a child. Her mother died young, and her sister was just more mature than her, so she wasn’t good at speaking her mind.
Asher said, “You’re not putting yourself in the proper position. It’s Mrs. Brown’s job to take care of you. She gets paid. You don’t have to tell her the truth.”
“But I think she really treats me as her niece.”
“It seems so, but it’s not, understand?”