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

"Because you asked me to swing by and pick up groceries on the way back, I figured that if you were really at home, you would have gone on your own, so you must be tired from shopping and didn't want to." 


As Jiang Jiu gnawed on a crab leg, she didn't forget to give Jiang Siyan a thumbs-up, "Impressive."


Jiang Siyan just smiled faintly and offered her a chopstick-full of meat, "Don't just focus on the crab."


Jiang Jiu nodded and continued gobbling down her rice.


Truly, watching Jiang Jiu eat was quite the therapeutic experience. She ate heartily but tidily, inciting a healthy appetite in onlookers.


If it weren't for Jiang Siyan's daily morning workouts, he guessed all eight of his abs would surrender on the dining table.


After a satisfying meal, Jiang Siyan began to clear the table.


It was time for Jiang Jiu's program to air—an episode they had filmed in advance was finally being broadcast.


Chapter 313: Sister, I was Born Beautiful