After Thirteen said this, Yang Fan understood why the golden retriever was so quiet now and liked to lie on the balcony like a literary dog.
I remember the green silk skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere.
For example, if Yang Fan didn't have Thirteen, he could still be alive, and he could even get married, have children, and grow old year by year in the poems of love and romance like thousands of other ordinary men.
But he wouldn't be very happy, even if he had forgotten Thirteen's existence for most of his life.
Only after you are drunk do you know how strong the wine is; only after you have been in love do you know how deep the love is.
Being together is a part of life and cannot be separated.
Yang Fan's eyes became clear. He stood up, bent down and picked up Thirteen from the bed.
Thirteen no longer refused Yang Fan's embrace. Her long black hair flowed like a waterfall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and looked down at him.
"It's great that we are all alive!" As he said this, Yang Fan put his face close to hers and stroked her cheek.
"Well, it feels so good to be alive!" Thirteen said softly. At this moment, the feeling of face to face was more satisfying than kissing.
Of course, times have changed.
Maybe the next moment, another behavior is more satisfying.
So, Yang Fan had enough of the friction and breathed hot air into Thirteen's ear: "Let's go to my room?"
After saying that, he moved his head and looked into Thirteen's eyes.
"Yeah." Thirteen agreed.
Yang Fan held her and walked towards the door of the room.
When they reached the door, Yang Fan stopped, and Aunt Thirteen understood her tacitly and reached out to press the button for the room light.
The door is not closed, there is no need.
Passing by the living room, in the corner of the villa, Gungun poked his head out and watched Yang Fan carry Aunt Thirteen into his room.
"Woof~" GunGun roared softly, "You scumbag, you can leave Aunt Thirteen's bedroom door open, but can you please close your door?"
But Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen seemed not to hear it, or even if they heard it they didn't take it seriously and didn't close the door.
“Haha~”
He exhaled through his nostrils and contracted his ears.
The function of the Monkey King’s ears is even more powerful. Starting from the root, they are like two large palm-leaf fans, tightly covering the left and right ear holes.
In this case, we won’t be able to hear Aunt Thirteen’s voice anymore.
GunGun really envied his elder sister's ears.
In Yang Fan's room.
He felt that there was really no need to close the door, just close the windows.
The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, the bathroom windows and other air vents leading to the outside were all closed, so there was no sound coming in from outside, and the sound inside was also difficult to be transmitted to the outside.
There are louder noises outside, so even if the sounds in the room are transmitted out, residents on the same floor or other floors will receive higher-decibel sounds first, such as the sound of a speeding car engine and the sound of wind caused by a speeding car.
"I didn't buy the box. Did you?" Thirteen asked him in a low voice after being put on the bed by Yang Fan.
Yang Fan answered truthfully: "I had planned to buy it at the neighborhood supermarket when I came back tonight, but Qianqian followed me and I forgot."
"I'm in good health and don't need time to recuperate in preparation for pregnancy. Are you mentally prepared?" Thirteen asked.
Yang Fan understood what she meant.
If she were to just seek temporary pleasure, the chances of Thirteen getting pregnant tonight would be very high.
By tomorrow night, the hit rate will basically be 100%.
For many couples, conceiving is not difficult at all as long as they don't take precautions.
"I'm not mentally prepared. Your wish to marry me during the Chinese New Year this year or early next year with a big belly may not come true." Yang Fan took out a small box of balloons from under the quilt.
"Didn't you say you didn't..." Aunt Thirteen looked over and saw the opened box: "Have you used it?"
"It was in Qianqian's bag. I took it. I opened it, but it doesn't count as used." Yang Fan didn't want to answer and felt that he should avoid the question.
Thirteenth Aunt was a smart person and didn't mind: "Qianqian escaped from the battlefield?"
"Yeah." Yang Fan was a little embarrassed. Talking about this issue with Thirteen might seem exciting to outsiders, but the reality was not like that.
After a pause, he was still resentful: "She is both naive and playful, there is nothing I can do about her."
Aunt Thirteen said shyly, "She will regret not having this happen sooner."
Yang Fan couldn't help but ask, "Thirteen, aren't you jealous or something?"
Aunt Thirteen lay on the bed, blinking her eyes, looking at Yang Fan who was holding up the bed with his hands and looking down at her: "I will feel a little uncomfortable, but I can bear it. I am the third party after all. If I let you marry me now and cut off contact with Qianqian, I will feel even more uncomfortable and it will be very tormenting. I can't bear it."
"Then can you afford it next year?" Yang Fan asked.
Aunt Thirteen thought for a moment and shook her head: "I don't know either, so I decided not to get married this year."
Yang Fan said: "If you asked me to go with you to get the marriage certificate a few days ago, I would not hesitate at all."
After a pause and looking into Thirteen's eyes, Yang Fan said, "Now, I am a little hesitant."
Aunt Thirteen nodded: "As expected, the longer you spend with Qianqian, the deeper your feelings will be. Especially when you are faced with choices at any time, you will cherish her more."
"Then aren't you afraid that I will change my mind next year?" Yang Fan simply sat down next to Aunt Thirteen and did not take any further action.
"If you only know who you love the most at that time, I... let's talk about it later." Aunt Thirteen lay on her side with her back to Yang Fan: "Hasn't Twelve never been in love or married? I'm much better than her."
Yang Fan quickly picked up Thirteen, who was beginning to lose his temper, and comforted him, "Don't talk about sad things, and look forward."
Thirteen didn't have that bad habit of girlfriends who told their boyfriends to hug them when they were upset, but actually refused to let them hug them when they were upset, and it was useless even if they hugged them. She quietly leaned in Yang Fan's arms: "Don't talk to me about the topic just now this year. It's useless and only adds to my troubles."
"Well, there will always be a way when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge." Yang Fan lifted Thirteen's chin, then lowered his head.
Not long after, the man in the small villa in the living room turned his butt outward, his head facing the wall, and his ears covered.
The Great Sage pricked up his ears, then quickly covered them tightly.
They don't want to hear the sound of Aunt Thirteen being abused by the scumbag. In its and Gungun's eyes, that is abuse.
If it wasn't abuse, how could it make such a sound
But Aunt Thirteen likes to be abused by scumbags, what can they do
Humans are too complicated, except for twelve.
The Great Sage thought of Twelve again.
She was a fairy who should not have appeared in the human world. The Great Sage could not see a single negative element of humanity in her.
She is a kind girl, forever young and pure.
"Oh, what a poor little thing, so cute and furry, have you been abandoned?"
"I have a big home and I'm missing family. Can you be my family?"
"You're so good. Licking my palm means you agree, right?"
"Then let's go home. I have a younger sister, but I never took care of her or protected her, and I've always regretted it."