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 Siyan glanced at him, "Doesn't seem like something you'd pine for but can't have."


Zheng Yunhao shook his head, "I'm different from you; I rely on these hands to make a living. I definitely can't afford any injury. After you've recovered, the few of us can plan for a meal together."


Just at that moment, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway, and Jiang Jiu rushed back, "Sorry, I'm late."


Jiang Jiu held lunch in her hands, passing one of them to him.


"Bai Bai asked me to bring you one, saying you must eat and drink well."


Zheng Yunhao raised his eyebrows and took the lunch box, "Thanks, I'll go have my lunch then. I won't disturb the two of you."


Once he had left, Jiang Jiu placed Jiang Siyan's lunchbox on the table, opened it, unwrapped the chopsticks and handed them over, "Eat."


Jiang Siyan stretched out his left hand and clumsily tried to pick up the food with the chopsticks, but he couldn't manage to get a grip on the food.


Chapter 417: I'm Hurt, Not Useless