You bastard, I love you so much too.

"?" The person being chased for debt was clearly taken aback, and the force with which he pulled away less, so Jiang Songhe took the opportunity to pull the person closer.

After Jonathan noticed this, he raised an eyebrow and squinted at the suit for a while, then stepped forward and put his other hand into his trouser pocket: "I'll pay you back later, however you like, ten times the price of a bespoke suit."

"No, I want mine."

Jonathan's features contorted in disbelief. If he took another step closer, he would be pulled into the car. So he braced his hands in his pockets on the driver's side door frame, leaned over, and sneered, "So serious, huh, Jiang Songhe?"

“OK.” Jonathan tapped the ceiling with his five fingers, lowered his eyes and let out a long breath, as if putting something down. “What’s yours is yours, I don’t want it anymore.”

This is very bad.

How did your thought process go in that direction? Shouldn't you have brought the scoundrel back? Is it just the suit that you "don't want"?

Jonathan didn't play by the rules. Jiang Songhe was still thinking when Jonathan stood up and took two steps back, twisting his wrist in Jiang Songhe's hand: "I'll go upstairs and take it off to return it to you. Can you let go now?"

Jiang Songhe's entire body twitched except for the space between her eyebrows.

"Huh?!" Jonathan tilted his head, tilted his cheek, and shrugged, "You don't expect me to take my clothes off right now???"

Jiang Songhe had another idea. He loosened his grip slightly, grabbed Jonathan's forearm, and pulled his upper body into the car: "Yes, now."

They looked at each other from inches away.

Jonathan smiled and leaned closer, getting so close that his lips brushed against Jiang Songhe's. His free hand gripped the side of the seat, and using the pull of his arm, he pressed Jiang Songhe against the backrest, tilting her back at a 30-degree angle.

"OK."

Then, with a long stride, he stepped into the car, knelt on one knee in the driver's seat, and pulled his other leg in, using the top of the seat back for leverage, and closed the car door.

Sitting face to face, Jonathan looked down at Jiang Songhe, whose Adam's apple bobbed. He let go of her hand and tried to put it down, but it didn't land on his own legs. He immediately sprang outwards, one side against the car door and the other gripping the edge of the storage box.

The ceiling wasn't high enough, so Jonathan knelt forward a little more, lowered his shoulders, took off his open suit jacket, and casually tossed it into the passenger seat. Then, he stared defiantly at Jiang Songhe and began unbuttoning his shirt.

As his muscle definition became more apparent, Jiang Songhe turned his face to the side, glancing at the open garage door through the view below his arm, before covering his disassembly hand with his palm.

“Coward,” Jonathan commented jokingly, shaking off Jiang Songhe’s large hand, fastening the top two buttons back on, then raising his hand to the back of his neck as if to undo the necklace, “I can return this to you now, I don’t want it anymore.”

Jiang Songhe's breath hitched, his heart felt like it was being squeezed so hard that blood couldn't flow through it, and a nameless, sour anger flared up afterward. He grabbed Jonah's wrists to stop him, twisted them forcefully behind his back, and pulled him forward: "No."

It must have hurt. Jonathan frowned, but quickly relaxed, then rubbed against her for a couple of moments with ill intent, and said in a drawn-out, mocking tone, "Yeah, you, can't, do it."

Jiang Songhe groaned, his anger rising from his heart.

Men in the Porcelain Country can abstain from sex, but they cannot be "impotent"—it's a matter of dignity. Driven by a strange competitive spirit, that anger instantly flared up again.

In the confined space, Jiang Songhe spread his long legs, brought his two wrists together in one hand, cupped Jonathan's head with his five fingers, pulled him down, pressed him tightly against himself, and impulsively tried to bite the mouth that was distorting the facts.

Jonathan turned his head and dodged it.

Her anger was instantly mixed with resentment and grievance. Jiang Songhe slid her palm forward, clamped her chin, and forced Jonathan to meet her eyes.

He secretly conducted a self-assessment. This was his first time in a relationship, and he did indeed have many problems that he couldn't change in the short term. He had thought that the process of changing these problems might be extremely agonizing, but he never imagined that once the problems were exposed, he would be rejected so swiftly and without any buffer.

Blaming Jonathan for his lack of perseverance, and even more so for his own inability to love, Jiang Songhe stared at the hand that had taken off its ring from his chin, feeling like a clown. What's so rare about an old man's virginity? At most, it's just a matter of curiosity.

Now this strange family has stopped hunting, and they can't even do it themselves anymore. Damn it, they wish they could turn into butterflies and fly away right now.

What utter nonsense about "I'm yours" and "I want you," ha!

The breach in her defenses widened, and Jiang Songhe's eyes turned sinister as she tightened her grip with increasingly fierce fingers.

Jonah struggled in pain, saying, "Let go, I want to get off the bus."

Jiang Songhe's fingertips, through the skin and flesh, cruelly and obsessively rubbed the edges of his jawbone and wrist, unconsciously refusing: "No, let go."

Jonathan, with all his might, headbutted Jiang Songhe on the shoulder, then, with a twist of his tongue, pressed his lips against Jiang Songhe's neck and threatened indistinctly, "If you don't let go, I'll bite you?!"

"Whatever." Jiang Songhe's words and actions were consistent as he relaxed, his large hand circling his jawline back to the back of his head, even giving it an encouraging squeeze.

The focus shifted naturally, and Jiang Songhe continued to play with the superior curvature of his skull.

Jonathan suddenly stiffened his neck, froze for a few seconds, and said in a hoarse voice, "That's enough, let go."

Jiang Songhe ignored him. Jonathan moved his limbs and, disregarding his image, used the top of his head to push against the backrest in an attempt to create distance and prop himself up: "I'm not kidding, I'm telling you to let go."

Jonathan's breathing became increasingly erratic, and his movements became more violent. Jiang Songhe noticed something was wrong, quickly regained her senses, released the restraints, and grabbed Jonathan's shoulders to push him up: "What's wrong with you?"

"Get away from me! Don't touch me!! I said let go!!! Let go!!!"

With a sharp crack, Jiang Songhe's face turned to the side from the slap. He opened his mouth, his mind went blank for a few seconds, and slowly turned his face back to the center. Jonathan, panting, turned his neck and saw his hand hanging in mid-air. He closed his mouth tightly, suppressing his breathing.

Dead silence.

"Ugh." Jonathan gagged, immediately covering his mouth and nose with his hand. The second and third gags turned into low gurgling sounds.

The familiar scene made Jiang Songhe tense up. He sat up straighter and reached out to Jonathan's back to pat him gently to comfort him, but stopped abruptly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't: "Did I...did I make you think of...bad things again?"

Jonathan's shoulders stopped trembling, and when he looked up again, he revealed a sly, bright smile: "You got fooled again, didn't you? Haha?"

"..." Jiang Songhe saw that his eyes were shockingly red, which clearly indicated that he was admitting that lying was a lie.

"You're really easy to fool." Jonathan patted Jiang Songhe's shoulder generously. "What can I do? You wouldn't let me go."

As she spoke, she put one leg off the seat and turned to open the car door: "Oh, but that blow to my face was just an accident, I'm sorry~ You want medical treatment... ah!"

Jiang Songhe leaned forward and pulled Jonathan back, wrapping his arms around his back and pressing him tightly into his embrace, as if doing so would allow him to merge the other into his own bones and blood, to resonate with his heartstrings, and to share his pain.

Jonah pushed against Jiang Songhe's chest, but to no avail; the lock only tightened. She had no choice but to give up resisting, and asked in a trembling voice, "Heh, are you trying to strangle me?"

Jiang Songhe lowered his head and buried it in his neck and shoulders, which were hunched from the pressure. He let out a long hiss, it was hard to tell whether he was inhaling or sighing.

The familiar scent of her body around his neck mingled with the faint smell of tobacco on his fingertips, and the two combined to dominate his senses. As if he had taken a truth serum, Jiang Songhe abandoned his emotions and pretenses and awkwardly confessed: "It was my fault for making you guess and wait."

It was indeed uncomfortable to soberly reveal the truth, so Jiang Songhe buried her forehead even deeper before continuing, "Don't be angry with me, I really am on a business trip, and I really am..."

Long arms crossed, fingertips gripping the thin fat indentation.

After a long while, Jiang Songhe raised her head, her lips touching her pearly earlobe, and said clearly, word by word: "I miss you."

The person in his arms shuddered, then gave Jiang Songhe a headbutt. A few seconds later, Jiang Songhe felt a wet patch on the shoulder of his shirt through the tightly woven trench coat.

Suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of urgency, Jiang Songhe felt an invisible force urging her on. Her heart raced, and she began to stammer incoherently, "I miss you... baby. I'll give you everything, please don't refuse, okay? Um... last night was a proper business meeting..."

Unexpectedly, the wet patch on the shoulder line grew larger and wetter, and the person in his arms trembled more and more violently.

Why are you crying like this? How do you usually comfort someone?

Jiang Songhe was about to run out of words when his middle finger twitched against the smooth skin of his large hand that was loosely gripping her neck. He pursed his lips, looked away, and rejected the wrong option of comforting someone who was still in shock.

"Have you been eating properly these past few days? You..." Something poked her in the lower abdomen, and Jiang Songhe abruptly stopped, staring straight ahead as if petrified.

A muffled slurping sound reached my ears, my shoulder was brushed hard, and then my shirt collar was brushed open by the cool tip of my nose, where a burning, tingling pain shot through my skin.

Realizing what Jonathan was doing, and then remembering that even a turtleneck sweater couldn't hide that position, and that he would have to frequently meet with the platform, investors, and employees, Jiang Songhe reflexively pulled the person in front of him.

His narrow eyes were brimming with tears, a single tear pressing down so hard that a tuft of eyelashes almost touched his lower eyelid. His thin lips were half-pursed, half-pouting, trembling slightly with a stubborn yet aggrieved expression...

Jonathan stared at Jiang Songhe without saying a word.

Jiang Songhe felt inexplicably guilty, so he made conversation by continuing the sentence from before: "Are you hungry... uh!"

Suddenly, Jonathan grabbed Jiang Songhe's chin and violently covered her mouth. The attack was fierce and urgent, and coupled with Jiang Songhe's lack of rest the night before, her mind quickly went blank, and she could only react on instinct.

Unlike the heated interior of a villa, the garage suddenly felt cold against his collarbone, and goosebumps quickly rose on his skin. In a moment of clarity, Jiang Songhe realized the unspeakable discomfort and intense heat.

Jiang Songhe stepped back a few paces and looked up at the rearview mirror to find that she had already cooperated by taking off her trench coat. She also noticed that her hand had somehow pulled out the hem of Jonathan's shirt and reached inside.

He retreated a few more steps, took a few breaths, and his buttocks were immediately blocked and surrounded, while his shoulders and back were also raised and wrapped up, his presence igniting haphazardly.

Jiang Songhe swallowed hard, his large hand instinctively searching for a point of leverage as he pressed his thenar eminence against the edge of his sphenoid bone.

Jonathan stopped what he was doing, his hurried breath coming from the back of his head to his ear: "Is it okay?"

"..." Jiang Songhe's chest throbbed violently. She clenched her teeth to prevent her heart from escaping, so she could neither say yes nor no.

Her gentle questioning was relentless, tracing a path down from her earlobe: "Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it okay? Is it okay...?"

The shirt buttons popped open one by one, and Jiang Songhe, feeling a surge of heat, quickly swallowed. His hands, weak and limp, fell down, catching the two muscular men, and he instinctively groaned.

Realizing the wrong option, he immediately pulled back from the brink and grabbed the white finger that had been waiting for him.

Jonathan looked up at her and whispered softly, "I'm going back to Maner tomorrow, is that not allowed?"

His expression didn't betray any of his usual empty promises; Jiang Songhe's breath caught in her throat. So Jonathan really was leaving, but he hadn't gone to Bincheng yet. Before going home, he had already told his colleagues he was taking the next two days off…

Jiang Songhe forced a stiff expression and maintained a calm tone to avoid appearing uncomprehending or lacking generosity, which could put extra pressure on the top star. She still tilted her head up and asked, "Why the rush? Do you really have to leave... do you really have to leave tomorrow?"

Jonathan's brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth curled up in a contradictory way. He avoided eye contact and rubbed his nose against Jiang Songhe's, trying to maintain a carefree and nonchalant persona: "Yeah, the company found out I was sleepwalking."

"And the final day is set, right? I need to make sure I'm in good shape. I also have to shoot a music video before that, so... um!" Jonathan was suddenly kissed by Jiang Songhe, his eyes widening in surprise. "With... um..."

Jiang Songhe turned her head, her fingertips threading through the soft strands of hair, pressing them towards her lips and teeth. When Jonathan closed his eyes and returned the kiss, she moved her hands to his hips and legs, pulling him forward slightly. With one hand in place, she provided a somewhat imperfect answer through her actions.

Despite the obstacles, Jiang Songhe no longer ran away, but instead went with the flow and indulged his desires.

A surge of energy coursed through the cramped car interior as the two embraced and floated together.

Jonah tried to get the standard answer a few times during the intervals, but to no avail. He was extremely aggrieved. He loosely grabbed Jiang Songhe's hair, leaned back a little, and offered his sweaty collarbone as a second choice, seeking compensation from other senses.

"Bite here, the last one was already quite bland."

Jiang Songhe felt reluctant but satisfied, and just gritted his teeth.

"That's not enough. I need a seal that will last until you come to Manr to find me."

Jiang Songhe's lips and tongue tasted of blood, but Jonathan still cried and said it wasn't enough. He had no choice but to imitate the style and leave enough traces in places where the regular styling couldn't be seen.

"You'll come back, won't you?"

"Can you say you love me?"

"Why aren't you saying anything? Speak up, f*ck!"

I hate you.

"I don't want you anymore."

How can someone have so much to say at a time like this?

Jiang Songhe was furious at the question, and at the same time realized that he was still the type who didn't like to talk about these things. He remained silent in anger, and took the opportunity to pull down the dress pants that should have been his, and slapped them hard on the snow-white skin, giving a heart-wrenching warning: "Don't you dare."

"You bastard...I...love you so much too..."