In the living room.
Aunt Thirteen was carefully conducting various examinations on Yang Fan's body, and she almost wanted to take off his pants for a closer look.
"Xiao Fan, are you feeling unwell anywhere? Why don't we go to the hospital for a check-up? Just because there's nothing wrong on the surface doesn't mean there's nothing wrong inside." After checking Yang Fan's whole body several times, nothing abnormal was found, but Aunt Thirteen still looked worried.
"It's okay." Yang Fan lowered his head and glanced at where Aunt Thirteen's hand was resting.
"What are you looking at?" Thirteen let go of his hand and stood up with a red face: "I'm not the only one concerned about this place, I'm just checking it out at the end."
Yang Fan stood up and put on his shorts.
Then he sat down again, shirtless and bare-chested.
The air conditioner was on, but Yang Fan was a little irritated and didn't feel cold, so he ate an orange.
After eating, I remembered that oranges cannot reduce heat, on the contrary, they will make me more irritated, so I went to the refrigerator to get some watermelon to eat.
"I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow." While eating watermelon, Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen who was preparing to apply a facial mask.
Aunt Thirteen widened her eyes and said nothing. She threw the mask that she had just opened and had not yet applied into the trash can along with the packaging bag.
Angry!
"I will definitely be back in ten days, and I promise that after I come back, I will not go on business trips again this month." Yang Fan said.
Thirteenth Aunt's expression eased a little, and she glanced at the trash can: "Go to the room and get me another mask."
Yang Fan got up and went to get her a facial mask.
A facial mask worth several hundred dollars can be thrown away just like that.
Yang Fan stopped talking to her, as long as she was happy.
It's not worth arguing over a few hundred dollars.
Because she has a lot of money.
If they quarrel over a few hundred dollars, he won't have anything to do all day. He will quarrel from morning to night and won't have enough time.
When Yang Fan brought the facial mask, Aunt Thirteen was already lying on the sofa.
He understood what I meant and helped to unpack the mask.
"Does it really require you to go on a business trip?" asked Aunt Thirteen as she lay down, waiting for the facial mask to be applied.
"No, it's that your charm is growing stronger and stronger." Yang Fan said truthfully: "One day without you feels like three years. When I see you, every day feels like a year."
Aunt Thirteen smiled and was secretly delighted. She knew the original intention of Yang Fan's business trip.
But she is a person who insists on her own ideas and will not change her decision easily.
So, she did not stop Yang Fan from going on a business trip.
"We agreed to come back in ten days!" Aunt Thirteen closed her eyes. Yang Fan sat on the small round stool next to the sofa and applied a facial mask to her.
"Of course I will come back in ten days no matter how rushed the program is." Yang Fan said as he smoothed the mask off Shisan's face.
"Yeah." Thirteen's little arms were placed on Yang Fan's knees, delicate and slender.
Fingers as white as jade groped forward without leaving any trace.
After a few seconds, Yang Fan exhaled comfortably as if he had taken a sip of cold drink on a hot day, and stopped talking.
Aunt Thirteen didn't say anything either.
The living room was silent for a long time. Yang Fan couldn't help but said, "Thirteen, it's not right for you to do this."
Thirteen, who had been lying on his side instead of on his back, raised his head slightly and looked at him with puzzled eyes.
"That method is wrong. I'll teach you..." Yang Fan said.
A few minutes later, Aunt Thirteen shook her arms and said aggrievedly, "My hands are sore."
Yang Fan was extremely anxious: "Shall I go downstairs?"
"No!" Thirteen refused.
Seeing that the moisture in the mask on her face had been almost absorbed, Yang Fan helped her peel it off.
Under the mask, Thirteen's face had already turned red.
But she did not run away like last time because she lost the concealment of the mask.
This time, she insisted on staying.
I don’t know how long it took.
Thirteen was driving on a highway with no speed limit.
The car in front was driving a little slowly. As they were driving, Yang Fan said to her: Step on the accelerator, go faster, and overtake.
Thirteen was very obedient and stepped on the accelerator.
After overtaking, Yang Fan saw that there was another car in front of the car being overtaken, so he had to say: Keep stepping on the accelerator, go faster.
Thirteen was very obedient and continued to step on the accelerator.
After overtaking another car, Yang Fan looked around and saw that there were many cars in front of him, all driving very slowly.
These cars are really something. Yang Fan instructed Thirteen again: Press the accelerator to the bottom and overtake them at high speed.
Shisan trusted Yang Fan completely and stepped on the accelerator as soon as he heard his words.
The car was speeding by like a gust of wind, and one car after another was left behind. Yang Fan could not describe the sense of accomplishment in words.
So some people like racing and like the wonderful feeling of extreme speed.
Suddenly, Aunt Thirteen screamed.
There was a large truck in front, driving in the opposite direction, towards Aunt Thirteen's car.
Yang Fan shouted loudly: Don’t release the accelerator, keep pressing it, you can overtake safely.
In the end, the overtaking was successful and the oncoming truck was not hit, but the car driven by Shisan flipped over the guardrail.
"Ah~ My eyes... I can't see anymore, hurry up and get me some tissues, you little rascal!" Thirteen was panicked.
Yang Fan climbed out of the car and dragged Thirteen, who looked embarrassed, out.
"Thank you for your hard work!" Yang Fan took a tissue to wipe Shisan's face.
"Never again." Thirteen also used a tissue to wipe her nightgown.
After wiping, she lay on the sofa with her back to Yang Fan: "My arms are so sore, Xiao Fan."
Yang Fan sat over and rubbed her arms.
While massaging her arms, Yang Fan secretly looked at her face.
It's still red and the blood color hasn't faded yet.
After rubbing for a while, Yang Fan turned her body over and let her lie flat.
Thirteen's face was flushed, his eyelashes fluttered, and he looked at him blinkingly.
The softness in Yang Fan's heart seemed to be touched. He felt sorry for her, leaned over, kissed her on the lips, and couldn't help but whispered in her ear: "Thirteen, I love you!"
Thirteen showed a sweet smile on his face, put his arms around Yang Fan's neck, and looked straight at him: "I love you too!"
After saying that, she took the initiative to offer a kiss.
At this moment, Yang Fan loves Shisan more than anyone else.
He wanted to say that he wanted to marry her, but he didn't say it.
I was afraid of ruining the atmosphere.
Because nine out of ten or thirty people will shake their heads and refuse.
She loves him and wants his life to be perfect.
But she couldn't help him.
After a long time, their lips parted.
Thirteen's expression looked similar to before.
But she had great patience and did not take any further action.
Yang Fan held her little hand.
After a moment, Thirteen hastily pulled his hand back and exclaimed, "Little rascal, no more!"
Yang Fan had no other intentions, he just thought it was fun.
"How about I help you?" Yang Fan said in her ear.
After hesitating for a moment, Thirteen refused: "No!"
If that happened, she wasn't sure if she could hold on as her immunity to Yang Fan was getting lower and lower.
While reason prevails, resolutely eliminate this risk.
Yang Fan didn't insist, as he was worried that he wouldn't be able to control himself.