When he saw Mortir Quincy’s notes, he paused. It was obvious they were written by his significant other.
He gave Mortir Quincy five bonus points.
Since it was a small class with not many students, he had already glanced through everyone’s notes by the ti class started.
He had the notes passed back, then summarized, "Aside from a couple of significant others who took diligent notes, the rest of you students shouldn’t be so stingy with your words. It doesn’t hurt to write more."
Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow were the only couple in the entire class that day, so everyone instantly understood and glanced their way. Feeling their stares, Holly lowered her head in embarrassnt.
The professor spoke for a few more monts before starting the lecture proper. About ten minutes later, he pointed to the projector and said, "The family representative for Mortir Quincy, please stand up and answer this question. Sa deal, bonus points."
Holly Winslow, who was in the middle of taking notes: "..."
She stood up, looked at the question for a mont, and then answered, "Generally, the forward exchange rate of a currency with a higher interest rate will be at a discount, while the forward exchange rate of a currency with a lower interest rate will be at a premium."
"Very good. Correct."
The professor kindly told her to sit down and added another five points to Mortir Quincy’s column. He pushed up his glasses. "The points went to your boyfriend. Rember to collect from him."
The whole class erupted in laughter, and Holly’s face flushed red again.
After class, Mortir Quincy didn’t get the question he was waiting for, so he took the initiative to ask, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, "Honey, you’re not going to ask for your points?"
Although Holly Winslow didn’t know what he was going to say next, she was sure it wouldn’t be appropriate for all ages. She shot him a sharp grin. "Don’t want ’em."
"’Don’t want ’em’? Honey, it’s not even dark yet. What is it you don’t want?" Mortir said roguishly.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She waved a hand dismissively. "See you later."
...
The National Day holiday was a seven-day break, and Mortir Quincy had already bought two plane tickets to Quillan City in advance.
A trip.
He had already gotten Wyatt Winslow’s permission.
Quillan City was a coastal city. On the bus from the airport to the city center, you could see the azure coastline the whole way, the afterglow of the setting sun staining half the sky red.
Mortir Quincy looked at the girl sleeping on his lap. Her hair seed faintly golden in the light, her eyelashes stood out against her cheek, and her lips were slightly pouted. If he looked closely, he could even see a thin, clear line of liquid.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. Then he took out his phone, leaned in close, and snapped a photo.
The bus ca to a steady stop in the city center. He woke Holly Winslow, who sat up and subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth.
’I drooled.’
Then she saw the small wet patch on Mortir Quincy’s pants. Without a shred of sha, she shifted the bla. "Oh my, Quincy the Puppy, you wet your pants! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with ." With that, she quickly fled the scene.
She was off the bus.
Mortir Quincy let out a low laugh, then stood and got off. Holly Winslow stretched. A breeze happened to drift by, and she tilted her head back. "It’s so nice and cool here."
"My leg is even cooler," Mortir said, glancing down at his pants.
"Cooler is healthier."
Holly Winslow pulled out so money and went to a nearby snack stall to buy grilled seafood skewers.
’This isn’t my first ti in this city. In my past life, this was where they held our wedding.’
’Ahem, and my legendary ’first ti’ also happened here.’
The two of them spent the day exploring the city before heading to a B&B in the mountains.
This B&B was on a mountaintop. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you could look out over the vast, boundless ocean.
"Honey, are you cold?" Mortir asked, lying on his side on the bed. He propped his head up with a hand, raising an eyebrow at her.
Holly Winslow flashed him a grin and shook her head. "I’m not cold."
"Not cold? I seem to recall you saying sothing else in the past." Mortir mimicked her tone as he recalled a mory. "Mortir, are you cold? Should I hold you?"
Holly Winslow, flustered and annoyed, pounced on him. "You’re not allowed to say that!"
Mortir grabbed her hands and continued with a laugh, "Mortir, I’m a little cold, why don’t you hold ?"
"I never said that!" Holly Winslow pinched his cheek, refusing to admit she had been the one to initiate things.
’Back then, I firmly believed that you had to take the initiative to make things happen. And things certainly did happen... Mortir and I had our ’first ti’.’
’God knows I really hadn’t expected our first ti to happen then. Ahem. I thought that guy Mortir was one of those unshakable, self-controlled types.’
’Turns out he was shaken before I even sat on his lap.’
’It all happened so suddenly that the next day, I was too embarrassed to even peek out from under the covers.’
’And that jerk Mortir was laughing at from the side. For a second, I thought I’d ended up with a total scumbag.’
The "scumbag" had said, "If you don’t co out, I’m pulling off the covers."
Mortir wrapped his arms around her waist and tilted his head up to kiss her. "Honey, you know, even if you hadn’t taken the initiative that day, I wasn’t going to let you get away."
"I was already prepared to spend the rest of my life with you, so I was just exercising my husbandly rights ahead of schedule."
Holly’s eyes curved into crescents as she scoffed. Then, she playfully booped his high-bridged nose. "That’s called driving without a license."
"License or no license, it doesn’t affect my performance," that guy Mortir said, looking utterly "confident."
Holly was left speechless by his shalessness. She scoffed again. "Quincy the Puppy, don’t be so blindly confident."
Mortir pinned her down and started tickling her, threatening in a low voice, "So, my confidence is blind, is it?"
In less than ten seconds, Holly surrendered. "My husband... HAHA... is naturally... HAHA... just... just confident!"
That evening, Mortir suddenly had so work co up that he needed to handle. Holly sat beside him, phone in hand, chatting with Anna Willow and Iris Kensington in their group chat.
Iris Kensington: Chris Chaucer asked today if I wanted so extra credit for college?
I didn’t get what he ant, then he suddenly knelt down and proposed to .
Anna Willow: !!!! AHHH!!! Oh my god, Chris is so manly!
Holly Winslow sent a clapping emoji. In her past life, Iris Kensington and Chris had gotten their marriage certificate around this sa ti.
That’s why she wasn’t as shocked as Anna Willow.
Iris Kensington: I said yes.
Ladies, I’m getting my marriage certificate!
Anna Willow: AHHHHHH!
Holly Winslow: Anna, calm down. I can feel you screaming through the screen.
Ellie, have you told your family?
Iris Kensington: I did. My dad said it’s my decision.
This made Holly Winslow very curious—that Iris Kensington’s father had actually agreed to them getting their certificate. Holly Winslow: Looks like I’ll need to prepare so gift money.
After sending that ssage, she held her hand out to Mortir Quincy. "Hubby, give the gift money. Ellie’s getting her marriage certificate."
Mortir Quincy looked at her, then took her phone and tapped a few things on the keyboard. Holly leaned over curiously to see what he wrote.
September 9th of next year is a good day to get your license. The date is auspicious and suitable for marriage.
And sent it.
Holly Winslow: "..."
Iris Kensington: Holly, that’s a great suggestion. I’m going to ask Chris.
Holly Winslow: ...
She looked at the man’s side profile, her expression one of mock disapproval. "Lawyer Quincy, you know, sabotaging soone else’s ’marriage’ is a jailable offense."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, his tone oozing confidence. "Anyone who gets married before gets ’no quarter’."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She held back for a few seconds before she couldn’t resist any longer and burst out laughing. "So childish."
Who knows what Iris Kensington said to Chris Chaucer, but he actually agreed to get their marriage license on September 9th of the following year.
Holly Winslow: ...
’Young people are so easy to fool.’
’Then again, you couldn’t bla them for being young. It was really that Mortir had already beco a middle-aged, black-bellied scher.’
Iris Kensington: Holly, I need to give you the Best Friend of the Year award.
Holly Winslow felt a pang of guilt accepting the award. With a guilty conscience, she typed a reply: No need to thank . You’ll understand my painstaking efforts one day.
Iris Kensington didn’t catch the hidden aning: HAHAHAHA, thanks, my dearest Holly baby!
And she wouldn’t, until a certain day during the first sester of their junior year.
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