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

When they reached the entrance, Old Black patted Jiang Siyan on the shoulder, "Thanks for today. I've transferred the money to your account. Come hang out more often when you get the chance."


Jiang Siyan waved his hand to indicate that he understood.


Jiang Jiu couldn't help saying, "He..."


Jiang Siyan didn't say much else, but instead handed over a helmet, "Come on, I'll take you back."


Jiang Jiu took the helmet; it was her first time on a motorcycle, and she straddled it nervously, her hands instinctively holding onto the back seat.


Jiang Siyan looked over and grabbed her hand, placing it around his waist.


Jiang Jiu's voice came from under the helmet, muffled, "No need, I can hold onto the back seat."


Jiang Siyan didn't speak, twisted the throttle, and the next second, the bike surged forward, causing Jiang Jiu, due to inertia, to sprawl on Jiang Siyan's back, her hands instinctively wrapping around his waist.


Chapter 128: Passion