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

Jiang Jiu slept straight through until it was dark outside, and she instinctively reached out to the spot next to her, finding no one there.


She abruptly became alert, and now that it was pitch black outside, she turned on the light in the room and opened the bedroom door, only to smell the fragrance of food.


"I was afraid you'd be hungry when you woke up, so I cooked the food ahead of time."


Jiang Siyan sat in the wheelchair, holding the prepared dishes, and Jiang Jiu hurried over to take them, frowning as she said, "You could have just woken me up. With your current condition, the doctor said you can't stand."


Seeing that Jiang Siyan didn't speak, Jiang Jiu couldn't help saying, "Did you hear me?"


At this moment, the big bones in the pot were also ready, emitting bursts of aroma. Jiang Jiu murmured while ladling out the soup, "I told you I'd do it."


Chapter 153: Compromise