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

By evening, Jiang Jiu was ready to wash up, but Jiang Siyan insisted on helping. She promptly sent him out.


She only had a sore throat, not incapacitated arms and legs, and besides, the hospital's restroom was so small, what was Jiang Siyan, a grown man, doing trying to squeeze in?


After the bath, Jiang Jiu felt much more comfortable.


The curses online were still ongoing, but at that moment, Jiang Jiu couldn't care less, having no energy to deal with it.


Ruan Yuan sent them a message; the company had asked them to stand by, but they weren't fired, which was somewhat good news.


Jiang Siyan hugged her from behind, "Still haven't had enough of your phone for the day? Why not look at me instead?"


Jiang Jiu gave Jiang Siyan a sidelong glance and continued to focus on her phone.


Resulting in Jiang Siyan simply snatching the phone away. The man buried his head in her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her neck.


Chapter 322: Can I Have a Kiss?