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

"Do you even have a heart? She's just a child, and you dragged her into this!"


One plainly dressed woman, protecting a young girl, pointed at a flamboyantly dressed woman and scolded angrily, "You're unclean, don't drag my daughter into this!"


The woman on the other side scoffed disdainfully, her eyes full of contempt as she looked at them, "She insisted on following me, what could I do? How old she is has nothing to do with me. If you really cared about her, how could she possibly sneak over here to look for a job? Useless parent, why have a child at all!"


Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes instantly reddened, "You are shameless! Nannan, let's go!"


The girl in her arms looked to be around seventeen or eighteen years old, her face also filled with fear, and she followed her mother but kept looking back at the elegantly dressed woman.


Chapter 131: Dislike