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

Bai Yiran looked at her obliquely, "Just say it's Jiang Siyan, why beat around the bush?"


Jiang Jiu felt a bit embarrassed as she nibbled on a cookie, "How did you guess?"


Bai Yiran pointed to her eyes with two fingers, then at Jiang Jiu, "How long have I known you? Is there anything about you that I don't know?"


No longer pretending, Jiang Jiu admitted, "Alright, I actually don't know what he needs right now. It seems like he lacks nothing."


Bai Yiran stood up, "Wake up, do they ever lack anything? As long as it's from you, even a blade of grass would be treasured and hidden away like it's precious!"


That reminded Jiang Jiu of the time Jiang Siyan once gave her a bouquet of cockscomb flowers.


"I can't possibly give him cockscomb flowers for real, can I...?"


Was this what they called a proper act of reciprocating gifts?


Unexpectedly, Bai Yiran replied, "Why not? Do you know the language of cockscomb flowers?"


Chapter 312: The Language of Foxtail Grass Flowers