Chapter 52 Do you still want to sleep?

Jiang Yimian simply wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Bo Jinzhou has a long neck; even when she wraps her arms around it, a portion of it remains, making her appear quite petite.

The man's strong chest trembled as he gripped her waist and pulled her onto his body, saying, "This will make it easier for you to exert force."

Jiang Yimian straightened up, sat on him, and forcefully grabbed his neck, saying, "Go to hell."

In the darkness, a fire lurked in Bo Jinzhou's deep eyes, and when they met her bright and resolute gaze, she sensed something was amiss.

Bo Jinzhou placed one hand on the back of her hands and the other hand under her clothes.

The touch of his fingertips sent shivers down Jiang Yimian's spine. Startled, she tried to let go, but he held her firmly in one large hand.

She began to struggle, trying to dodge him: "Bo Jinzhou, you'll die if you don't think about that kind of thing for a day, right?"

"Let go of me."

Bo Jinzhou breathed heavily, closed his eyes briefly, and chuckled, "If you move again, I really want to die."

When he couldn't understand, Jiang Yimian immediately became obedient; she was an adult and not that slow-witted.

Her body grew weaker and weaker, and Jiang Yimian felt her breathing become labored. She wanted to leave, but Bo Jinzhou held her tightly. Jiang Yimian's cheek was pressed against his chest, and his body was very hot.

It was so hot that her face turned red.

Bo Jinzhou's strong arms encircled her, the two were inseparable, their thin pajamas allowing them to exchange body heat.

Jiang Yimian's forehead was already sweating. She looked up at the man and glared at him: "Do you still want to sleep?"

Bo Jinzhou turned over, and Jiang Yimian thought he had a change of heart, but instead he pressed down on her.

They embraced, beads of sweat forming on Jiang Yimian's forehead, wetting her hair.

“Jiang Mianmian,” he said, his voice hoarse and gritty, raising his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, “we’re all adults, it’s normal to have some needs.”

Jiang Yimian's eyelashes trembled as she turned her face away, stubbornly insisting, "That's you."

Bo Jinzhou chuckled softly, his voice deep and mellow, making Jiang Yimian's heart tremble.

"Tell me, how much does it cost to hire a male model at Chu Yao Bar?"

Jiang Yimian thought for a moment, "The top-tier girl is 18,000, and the rest are charged according to their looks, figure, popularity, and performance, ranging from 8,000 to 5,000."

Bo Jinzhou narrowed his eyes. "You remember it so clearly, did you order it?"

Jiang Yimian recalled the days when she was seeing a doctor. The doctor advised her to interact more with the outside world and communicate more. She only had two friends. Tan Yusu was busy with her studies and competitions and performances all over the country, so she had very little time to spare. Chu Yao had his own career and a boyfriend, so he couldn't be with her every day.

So they suggested that she make more friends in Qiuluo, but most people go to bars to have fun, and who wants to listen to her boring talk? Besides, her illness can't be spread, so she can only hire male models.

Chu Yao's people are very tight-lipped; even if they resign, they won't tell anyone.

People have a certain level of professional ethics and will protect their clients' privacy.

Jiang Yimian: "Luckily I have Chu Yao as a friend, otherwise I wouldn't be able to afford it."

Bo Jinzhou's eyes were turbulent. He lowered his head and bit her lip. Jiang Yimian struggled in pain, and he let go, but in the end he couldn't bear to bite her hard enough. He then moved to her collarbone and nibbled, leaving marks.

Jiang Yimian bit her lip, but did not resist.

She knew what he meant; someone with his physique was even rarer than a top-tier courtesan, someone she wouldn't even look at.

Bo Jinzhou released her hand but continued to hook her hand around his neck.

He tempted her, saying, "Want to use it? I'm better than all those others."

Jiang Yimian opened her mouth, and the man knew what she was going to say. "That's what I promised you, and I'll keep my word. You can do it anytime you want."

Although Bo Jinzhou said that, he kept teasing her. Jiang Yimian's mouth was dry, and she licked her parched lips. "Mmm."

"..."

Around eight o'clock in the morning, the curtains opened automatically, and Jiang Yimian lay on the bed, her eyes quietly staring at the ceiling.

Bo Jinzhou came out of the dressing room, dressed neatly and putting on a wristwatch. He looked refreshed and turned to look at the woman who was staring blankly on the bed.

Bo Jinzhou walked over and picked her up from the bed. "Today, will you come with me to the company?"

Jiang Yimian didn't dare to look him in the eye and burrowed into the blankets: "I still need to draw the manuscript, you go by yourself."

Bo Jinzhou was silent for a few seconds, but still wouldn't give up: "My office is very quiet. I can set up a desk for you, and there will be people to serve you. You can just ask for whatever you want. It's better than being in this empty cloud."

The servants at Yunduan usually get up at six in the morning and work until one o'clock, then they all go about their own business. They come back at four in the afternoon to prepare dinner and clean, and then rest at seven in the evening. They have plenty of time, and Jiang Yimian is a little worried about being home alone. He worries that no one will know if she is hungry or cold.

Jiang Yimian's mind was full of nonsense, so she casually replied, "Whatever you want."

Bo Jinzhou could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. He raised an eyebrow, pinched her chin, and teased her with a smile in his eyes: "Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Yimian almost choked on her own saliva. "You're overthinking it. You think too highly of yourself."

Bo Jinzhou glanced at her coldly, "Is that so?"

Jiang Yimian got up and ran to the bathroom, "I'm running out of time, I'm going to wash up."

Jiang Yimian washed her face, but the burning sensation hadn't subsided.

They were both dressed last night.

The normally soft fabrics have become rough.

It rained again that night, the downpour accompanied by the sound of breathing, making her head buzz.

"..."

Jiang Yimian packed everything she needed and brought it with her.

She no longer needs to go to school. Before, she was suppressed by Lu Wenchang, but now that constraint is gone, she immediately received her graduation certificate, which was sent to the cloud by express delivery and should arrive tomorrow.

It's been gathering dust in Professor Wang's office.

The two arrived at the company together, and everyone who saw them couldn't hide their excitement and blessings.

The whole way was filled with everyone's wedding wishes.

Jiang Yimian waved happily to everyone, and Bo Jinzhou led her into the office, saying, "Here's your desk. See if there's anything else you need, just let me know."

The desk was made of the same material as Bo Jinzhou's desk, and it was placed right next to him. It also had a computer, and the chair was small, comfortable, and pretty, suitable for girls.

Jiang Yimian spun around in her chair. "Bo Shitou, well done. I'll remember this."

Bo Jinzhou leaned on the table with one hand and pulled her chair over, asking, "How do you remember?"

Jiang Yimian's eyes lit up: "Don't worry, I've got it all in mind."

Bo Jinzhou scoffed, "What's the difference between this and making empty promises?"