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 raised her hand, itching to hit him, but she held back, "What time is it, and you're still so silver-tongued?"


Jiang Siyan turned his body and stood up, perhaps aggravating his wound, as he slightly furrowed his brow. Jiang Jiu saw it and felt a sudden pang in her heart, "Be careful, don't touch the wound."


The man's body temperature was a bit high. Jiang Jiu cradled his face, leaned over, forehead to forehead, and indeed, he had a fever.


Listening to Zheng Yunhao's words, he had been feverish all night, yet it hadn't subsided.


Suddenly, Jiang Siyan reached out to hold her head, looked up, and his thin lips brushed over her red lips, taking advantage as she was caught off guard.


Jiang Jiu was startled by Jiang Siyan's sudden movement. She instinctively reached out to push him away, but as her hand just landed on his shoulder, she touched his wound and couldn't help but withdraw her hand in fright.


Chapter 227: Is it that pitiful to say?