Deer Hearing the Flute

At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Obsessed with My Puppy Boy

The words she had blurted out while drunk slowly surfaced in Jiang Jiu's mind, leaving her a bit short-circuited for a moment.


Suddenly, Jiang Jiu stood up from the bathtub, "Sorry for the disturbance, I'll be heading back now."


But how could Jiang Siyan possibly let her leave so easily?


"After calling so many people to keep you company yesterday, are you telling me I'm already too much for you to handle?"


Knowing she was in the wrong, Jiang Jiu lifted her foot to kick, "You have the nerve to talk about me, you have women yourself!"


The man easily wrapped his arms around her ankle, adjusting his position.


Jiang Jiu's ankle was slender and fair, like perfectly sculpted porcelain that irresistibly invited touch.


A smile tugged at the corners of Jiang Siyan's mouth, "Are you jealous?"


"You're thinking too much. What I mean is, let's each do our own thing and not bother each other."


Chapter 27: Good for Nothing