If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 66
After Little Second and Passerby A hooked up, Passerby A repeatedly suggested that they should get married along with their relationship. Little Second strongly protested this idea, claiming freedom as her reason. Although Passerby A didn’t force her, he had a habit as good as his intelligence: persistence and being verbose.
So, during one of the times when Passerby A was bitterly mentioning the various benefits of marriage for their physical and mental health,Little Second, in a fit of anger, pinned him down and took the initiative.
After the passionate moment, Passerby A, still naked, lifted his leg and rubbed it against Little Second’s waist, saying with a smirk, “I’m yours now.”
Rolling her eyes, Little Second wanted to kick him under the bed. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength for that at the moment. She now had confidence in the credibility of Third Mu’s statement about “small brother thorns.”
Fortunately, although this tactic was a bit brutal at the beginning, it eventually had a noticeable effect: Passerby A remained silent about getting married for a long time, replaced by determined actions.
After moving in together, Passerby A discovered Little Second’s numerous flaws. Her inability to cook was tolerable since there were restaurants nearby. Her penchant for portraying herself as a submissive character overwhelmed by men was also acceptable since, in reality, she was the one overpowering him.
Being greedy and lazy didn’t bother him either because he had embraced the role of a homemaker for her. What he couldn’t stand was that she seemed to take the virtual world too seriously, spending her days immersed in online novels or slaughtering games. This led to a direct consequence: as her man, he didn’t feel sufficiently valued. Moreover, their schedules were almost opposite, and he couldn’t bear to go to bed every night clutching a pillow while the woman who should be in his arms sat in front of the computer, deeply contemplating which cucumber to use for what purpose. (Little Second: Aren’t you too direct? |||)
Passerby A subtly brought up the issue multiple times, but Little Second continued with her own agenda, seemingly oblivious. In response, passerby A dared not express his frustration.
Finally, one day, on his way home from an internet cafe, Passerby A stopped for a few drinks to gather his courage and then stumbled back home. Little Second was still sitting in front of her computer like an unchanging statue, engrossed in her activities.
Passerby A walked over and pulled her.
Little Second shrugged him off, saying, “Don’t be annoying; I’m in the middle of a PK.”
Bending down, Passerby A rested his chin on Little Second’s shoulder, rubbing against her while emitting ambiguous laughter.
Little Second knew he was in the mood, but she couldn’t focus on anything other than her PK. She said, “Wait a moment, wait a moment… Ah, I’m about to die!”
Passerby A reached around her, grabbed her mouse and keyboard, and quickly defeated her opponent. He then said, “What’s the point of two milkmaids fighting?”
Little Second looked at him incredulously and asked, “Then how did you win?”
Passerby A, not in the mood for explanations, picked Little Second up from her chair and kissed her while heading towards the bedroom.
Little Second struggled, “Wait… I need to shut down the computer.”
Passerby A kicked the power cord off with his foot, considering that the computer had shut down.
Little Second could only return his kiss and say, “You… you’ve been drinking…”
Passerby A felt a bit uneasy, thinking, “Now you realize I’ve been drinking…”
Little Second clearly felt that Passerby A was a bit rough today, and his combat power was exceptionally strong. Later, she was exhausted and lay on the bed, gasping for breath, so she insisted on stopping.
Passerby A pulled Little Second into his arms and sighed, “Do you know what day it is today?”
Although Passerby A’s tone was a bit strange, little second’s mind was heavy, and she didn’t notice anything unusual. She asked, “What?”
Passerby A, with a hint of bitterness and helplessness, said, “Today is the anniversary of our cohabitation.”
Little Second found it amusing: “You’re such a big guy; do you really need to be so romantic?”
Passerby A replied, “It’s because you’re not romantic enough, so I have to make up for you.”
Little Second pinched Passerby A’s waist and said, “What do you mean, do you think I don’t care about you?”
Passerby A sighed again but didn’t give a direct answer. Instead, he said, “A few days ago, I saw Zhong Yuan.”
“Then what?” Little Second yawned, seemingly uninterested in hearing him chat.
“Then he told me that she cooked for his partner, went shopping together, and even helped him pick out ties…”
“Okay,” Little Second responded with a half-hearted acknowledgment, not expressing any particular opinion.
“Don’t be angry. I’m not saying you have to be like Mu Er. It’s just… I really hope you can spare a bit of attention for me from your world of dominance and submission. It doesn’t affect your freedom, and you don’t have to do anything. Just look at me sincerely a few times and let me know that you actually have me in your heart, and that’s enough. I can love you wholeheartedly, and I’m afraid of making you do things you don’t like, so I haven’t strongly insisted on you changing anything before, and I won’t in the future. But… dear, are you listening?”
Little Second didn’t respond; she simply leaned against him, breathing evenly.
Passerby A knew she had fallen asleep, so he sighed and smiled helplessly, holding her in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, when Passerby A woke up, Little Second was still asleep in his embrace, seemingly having a pleasant dream, with a faint smile on her lips.
Passerby A felt a bit distracted and disappointed. He leaned down and gently kissed the corner of Little Second’s lips, then got up.
As he entered the living room, he paused. There was a pile of seemingly breakfast-like items on the table in the living room. He walked over and saw a glass of milk, a fried egg, toast, rice porridge, and boiled noodles—a combination of Eastern and Western breakfast items with not-so-appealing appearances.
There was also a note on the table, which Passerby A picked up. It was written in delicate, elegant handwriting:
“I made breakfast for the first time; I don’t know if it’s edible; give it a try. Well, get ready; I’ll be in charge of your three meals from now on. Also, I’ll visit you at a normal time at night; be prepared for that. Most importantly, even if breakfast tastes terrible, swallow your words! P.S.: Wake me up after breakfast, and let’s go get the marriage certificate in the afternoon. – Your forever dominant.”
Passerby A kissed the note firmly and then sat down to have breakfast. He chuckled foolishly while eating the burnt egg, overcooked noodles, and salty rice porridge—he ate everything.
TaesWife
This is so sweet😭