Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

A strong smell of alcohol hit Jiang Weidong's nostrils. He knew something was wrong and immediately put down the spatula in his hand, turning around to look at her.

He found Lin Wangshu holding his waist, looking up at him with misty eyes, her steps weak, and her whole body sliding down limply.

Jiang Weidong pinched her chin, and Lin Wangshu winced in pain, opening her mouth with a groan. Jiang Weidong leaned over and sniffed, and sure enough, the smell of alcohol was very strong.

"Lin Wangshu." Jiang Weidong squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth, calling her by her full name for the first time, a sense of powerlessness creeping into his heart.

Lin Wangshu was startled by his tone, her eyes quickly welled up with tears, and she pouted, about to cry.

Jiang Weidong's anger immediately subsided. He reached out and took her arm, coaxing her in a soft voice, "Okay, Wangshu, little moon, I was wrong. Let's go back to sleep."

"Then carry me, carry me back to sleep!" Lin Wangshu took advantage of the situation, reaching for his neck and making a domineering demand.

Jiang Weidong glanced back at the noodles in the pot, sighed, picked up the drunkard in front of him, and carefully carried him back to his room.

Lin Wangshu stayed obediently in his arms, her eyes fixed on Jiang Weidong's face, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, and she smiled happily.

When Jiang Weidong bent down to put her on the bed and tried to stand up straight, Lin Wangshu tightened her grip on his neck, causing him to fall backward.

Fortunately, Jiang Weidong reacted quickly and managed to support himself. He took a deep breath and nuzzled against her neck in a fit of anger. "Wang Shu, stop fooling around."

Lin Wangshu shrank her neck from the tickling, her body trembling with laughter, but her hands still stubbornly refused to let go.

She was drunk, and when she laughed, she didn't know how to lower her voice. Her voice was clear and loud, which was particularly abrupt in the quiet night.

Jiang Weidong was afraid she would wake up the others, so he quickly covered her mouth with his hand, otherwise their position would be hard to explain.

Especially if Jiang Defu saw this, he would immediately find a stick and break Jiang Weidong's legs!

The room fell silent. Lin Wangshu blinked her very noticeable eyes, looking somewhat confused, and then made two muffled sounds, signaling him to let her go.

Jiang Weidong pressed down on her, feeling that everything he touched was soft and yielding, and his body stiffened, afraid to move.

"Wang Shu, be a good girl and close your eyes to sleep, okay?" Jiang Weidong whispered in her ear in an almost pleading tone.

But Lin Wangshu clearly had no such intention. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and licked Jiang Weidong's palm.

Jiang Weidong felt a heat in his palm, and pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted. He looked at her in disbelief, "Wang Shu, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Wangshu tilted her head back and passionately offered her lips, silencing him.

Jiang Weidong couldn't resist. The person he loved was in his arms, and he wasn't truly indifferent. This kiss was like a spark that immediately ignited the dry tinderbox in his heart.

The only sound in the quiet room was the mingling of saliva. The heavy coats on their bodies were taken off and thrown one by one onto the floor beside the bed.

As her ears were being bitten and rubbed, Lin Wangshu stretched her neck out uncomfortably, panting heavily, like a fish out of water.

In her dazed state, she remembered that Jiang Weidong had forbidden her from making a sound, so she sensibly covered her mouth with one hand.

Lin Wangshu's other hand slid down Jiang Weidong's head to his waist, groping to undo his belt.

This action jolted Jiang Weidong, who was lost in desire, awake. He grabbed Lin Wangshu's hand, panting heavily, "Wangshu, no!"

Lin Wangshu tilted her head back and gently kissed him on the lips, her voice trembling as she said, "Weidong, I feel unwell..."

Jiang Weidong pursed his lips, his face full of conflict, and fell silent for a moment.

Lin Wangshu thought he had given in, so she pushed Jiang Weidong's hand away and clumsily unbuckled her belt.

Throughout this time, Jiang Weidong remained silent, neither stopping her nor offering any help. His increasingly rapid breathing revealed the turmoil in his heart.

After the belt was pulled out, Jiang Weidong suddenly moved. Lin Wangshu only felt a blur before her eyes. Before she could see what he was doing, her hands were already tied in front of her.

Jiang Weidong hugged her from behind, his voice filled with guilt, "Wang Shu, we really can't. You're drunk right now and don't know what you're doing, but I can't take advantage of you."

"Get some sleep, I'll stay here with you, and you won't feel uncomfortable by tomorrow morning."

He talked on and on, not giving Lin Wangshu a chance to interrupt, afraid that his hard-won determination would be shattered by Lin Wangshu's few words.

Lin Wangshu was indeed very dissatisfied at first and struggled a few times, but Jiang Weidong's technique was very skillful. Although it didn't hurt, it made her unable to move.

Then Jiang Weidong's chanting voice rang in her ears. Lin Wangshu felt drowsy and her eyelids kept drooping. She soon fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing Lin Wangshu's breathing become even, Jiang Weidong breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at her calm face, and felt very complicated.

Jiang Weidong gave her a hard kiss on the cheek, then gently untied the leather straps binding her and covered Lin Wangshu with a blanket.

Then, Jiang Weidong picked up his clothes from the floor and tiptoed out of the room.

When he returned to his room, although he moved very quietly, a sudden gust of cold air still woke Jiang Weimin up.

Rubbing his eyes, Jiang Weimin noticed Jiang Weidong tiptoeing onto the bed. Jiang Weimin initially wanted to call out to him, but after thinking about it, he wisely kept his mouth shut and pretended to be asleep.

After all, Jiang Weimin is no longer the same Jiang Weimin he used to be. He has learned a lot and will no longer mistake the creaking sound he hears in the middle of the night for a mouse.

Because she was drunk, Lin Wangshu slept until noon the next day. When she woke up rubbing her throbbing temples, she couldn't remember anything from the previous night.

After pushing open the door, An Jie had just finished preparing lunch. Seeing that she was awake, she complained, "Why did you drink alcohol? Your head must be hurting!"

Although she scolded her verbally, she went into the kitchen with concern and brought out a bowl of hangover soup. Anjie had prepared it early in the morning and kept it warm since she hadn't woken up.

Lin Wangshu took it and sipped it slowly. Seeing that An Jie was still talking about her, Lin Wangshu quickly gave him a sweet smile.

"Beautiful Mom, I was wrong, I'll never do it again!"

She learned this from Ding Xiaoyang, and An Jie was clearly very receptive to it, her expression softening considerably.

"I'm starving! Let me have a bite first!" Yafei rushed in from outside, grabbed a steamed bun from the table with a clear purpose, and took a bite.

"Mom, I have to tell you, it seems like our island was haunted last night!"