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 continued to watch, and after a while, Ruan Yuan came back, handed him one of the two grain cakes with extra ingredients, and gave him a cup of coffee, "He probably won't be back until tonight, eat more."


Ruan Yuan, not expecting one of the portions for himself, immediately smiled and took it, "Thank you, teacher!"


For a boy, two grain cakes were nothing, and for Jiang Jiu, even less so.


Having eaten his fill, he continued to wait.


And that wait turned into the entire evening.


Finally, Pan Liwei finished work, dragging his heavy steps back home, his expression worn out.


Hearing that familiar voice, Pan Liwei slightly startled, turned around, and saw Jiang Jiu standing behind him.


He looked at Jiang Jiu incredulously, his lips trembling, "Reporter Jiang."


Chapter 316: She is Still Too Naive