Chapter 73 Are You Willing?

"Not asleep?" He walked closer.

Chen Qing looked past him at the corridor, feeling nervous.

This is at the Jiang family's house, she is staying overnight, and she should abide by the rules.

"Getting ready for bed."

Chen Qing got out of bed and stood in the light.

In case someone passes by, at least it's open.

But Jiang Jingyan unlocked the door with his backhand.

Chen Qing endured for a while, "Aren't you going back to your room?"

"You're kicking me out in my own house?" Jiang Jingyan took off the towel hanging around his neck and sat down on the sofa. "Come here."

She stood still.

The man frowned impatiently, pulled her over and pressed her against his legs.

Chen Qing moved his butt, "You are sweating..."

"You dislike me." Jiang Jingyan's laughter was muffled in his throat. "It doesn't stink."

“Who doesn’t smell when they sweat?”

"You spit on me, but I don't think you stink."

Chen Qing's face was burning.

When I was in high school, I loved cold and spicy food, and I had gastroenteritis. I didn't want to trouble the Luo couple, so I forced myself not to mention it.

Jiang Jingyan was on vacation and came to see her at night and took care of her all night.

Perhaps he knew she was in trouble, so he left the next day without waiting for her to wake up.

The Luo family's nanny told her that Mr. Jiang didn't even frown, and even joked that he wanted to record it and burn it into a CD as a souvenir.

What kind of memories are left?

Chen Qing was stunned, and Jiang Jingyan deliberately rubbed her with his wet forehead.

"Why are you sweating so much playing billiards with Young Master Xiao?"

"Mr. Xiao is amazing. I'm a bit behind him." Jiang Jingyan admitted generously, kneading the soft flesh on the inside of her arm. "For every few balls you lose in each game, do a few push-ups."

Tang Xiaoming is a veteran in brothels and has tried many entertainment activities.

Jiang Jingyan could still compete with him when he was in school, but in the past few years, all those skills have been forgotten.

Chen Qing grabbed the towel, wiped his sweat, and pointed out mercilessly, "You didn't win a single game the whole night."

The man didn't object.

The light in the room was dim and soft, and his shoulder and neck muscles were strong and muscular, and his chest was straight and strong.

The bubbling sexual tension.

Chen Qing stopped and tried to stand up.

Jiang Jingyan leaned over slightly and held her in his arms. "In the living room, what were you talking about with your mother?"

"I asked about things at school."

"And more."

He was so close that his breath brushed against her earlobe, and she felt like a string.

A breath, a tremor.

Inhale and tighten.

Playing the music that he plucked unintentionally.

Chen Qing gritted his teeth and said, "We talked about Mr. Xiao's love history."

"Then."

"Mrs. Jiang said that love is love and marriage is marriage."

Jiang Jingyan's lips just touched her cheek, burning her so much that she flinched. "Is that why you can't sleep?"

Chen Qing's heart was in a mess, but he still said stubbornly, "I'm used to my bed. Insomnia is normal."

"When you sleep with me, I've never seen you choose your bed."

He put it bluntly.

Chen Qing was red from head to toe.

In the living room in the afternoon, Mrs. Chiang chatted casually, and every sentence was mixed with warnings and reminders.

Although Jiang Jingyan was not present, he understood Chen Qing's little emotions.

With just one look, he knew whether she was feeling awkward or listless.

There were faint sounds of footsteps in the corridor.

Chen Qing was anxious and pushed him, "Go back quickly——"

"Where are you going back to?" Jiang Jingyan held her earlobe in his mouth and pulled it outward.

It was stained with water and looked as red as if it was dripping blood under the light.

Chen Qing's eyes rolled around in panic.

Ever since he entered the Jiang family, he has gone crazy.

In such an environment, Chen Qing would never dare to keep him.

All I could think about was persuading him to leave.

It turns out that the more inappropriate it is, the more excited men are.

Chen Qing leaned his hands on the dripping wall, with water pouring down above his head.

The hair stubble on the neck rubs against each other, and all the limbs feel numb.

Between heavy, suppressed breaths, she raised her head unbearably, "Mrs. Jiang said that you need someone to support you in the future when you are in Huasheng."

Jiang Jingyan focused on kissing her back without saying a word.

The tip of her tongue slid across her butterfly bone, and Chen Qing trembled as she hugged his neck. "If you don't like the treacherous daughter of an official, she has spotted several wealthy businessmen and asked Young Master Xiao to inquire about them. She has a stack of photos and asked me to help her choose."

"Did Tang Xiaoming agree?"

"I agree."

"What about you, are you willing?"

Chen Qing was speechless.

Jiang Jingyan's force suddenly increased, and he squeezed her waist fiercely, "Speak."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

Jiang Jingyan leaned over, arched his back, and forcefully held her chin, rolling the liquid into his mouth drop by drop.

Steam obscured his face.

Vague and elusive emotions.

The next morning, Chen Qing got up late.

The alarm didn't ring. I wonder if it was Jiang Jingyan's fault.

When I went downstairs, I heard conversation in the restaurant.

She trotted over, enduring the pain in her legs, and said, "I'm sorry."

Mrs. Jiang's eyes wandered between the two of them.

One is full of energy, the other looks tired.

Looking at Chen Qing's awkward sitting posture, it was obvious that something had happened.

I thought I didn't need to be on high alert at home, how brave of me.

Hooking up right under your nose.

Her eyes were like sharp swords, but Jiang Jingyan remained calm and composed. "After dinner, I'll take you back to school."

Chen Qing felt his scalp tingling from being stared at, so he pulled a chair and sat down.

He took the lead throughout last night, but ended up tiring her out.

I don't even know when he will return to his room.

"What do Miss Chen's parents do?" Mrs. Jiang asked suddenly.

Chen Qing's face froze. Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Jingyan interrupted him, "Chen Qing's parents are gone."

"I know." Mrs. Jiang suppressed her dissatisfaction and said in a gentle tone, "It's not easy for a girl to be alone."

Chen Qing pursed her lips and smiled, "Fortunately, there are kind people who can help."

"Where are your relatives? Haven't you contacted them in all these years?"

"…No."

Chen Qing's parents died in disgrace, and all the relatives in the family were afraid of being implicated.

She also understood and never asked for help.

Mrs. Jiang had prepared a basket of questions and was about to ask the next one when Jiang Jingyan knocked on the edge of the table and said, "Don't talk while eating or sleeping. Isn't it true that mother hates idle chatter at the dinner table?"

She glanced at Chen Qing and invited him to eat.

After breakfast, Jiang Jingyan took Chen Qing out of the house and Mrs. Jiang called right after.

After all, she was in charity work and had connections in welfare homes of all sizes in the city, so it was easy for her to find an orphan.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a director I had worked with before replied to my message.

No such person found.

Mrs. Jiang pulled the telephone cord tightly, her brows furrowed.

If you can find it, it means there is no problem.

If the problem is covered up so cleanly, it will only get bigger, not smaller.

She picked up her purse and went out.