Lu Cijian was stunned for a moment, and when he met the girl's earnest and clear eyes, his heart clenched slightly.
Mianmian seemed very worried about him.
The thought of this possibility made him unconsciously smile. He had just nodded when Song Er's head peeked out from around the corner.
He looked at the two of them with curiosity, but sensed that the atmosphere was a bit strange. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
He only spoke a few words to someone; surely it's not like his young master could have angered Miss Jiang in such a short time.
Jiang Yimian quickly asked, "When did Lu Cijian get injured? How serious is it?"
She didn't know, but Lu Cijian's guards should have.
Song Er paused, looked at the person standing next to him with a puzzled expression, and asked strangely, "Young Master is not injured."
The young master has been in Qing Shi Village for the past few days. He visited the master several times during that time. Except for one time when the master was not there, he was basically with the young master the whole time.
How could he not know that the young master was injured?
Jiang Yimian narrowed her eyes, looked at Lu Cijian's seemingly guilty expression, and immediately understood. She said in an annoyed tone, "Fine, you lied to me again. And it hurts? How about it hurts to death?"
Lu Cijian immediately coughed lightly to cover up his panic, and said somewhat aggrievedly, "I am indeed injured!"
As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze fell on Song Er, and her grievances vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented coldness.
When Song Er met that icy gaze, he trembled slightly and said, "Miss Jiang, your aunt is looking for you."
Having said that, he quickly ran away.
If he had known that the young master and Miss Jiang were discussing serious matters, he would never have come over to spoil the young master's good time.
The young master is really something. Of all the lies to tell, he had to say he was injured. At most, Miss Jiang will just look at his wounds. Is she going to help him apply medicine every day?
Jiang Yimian glared at the person in front of her and was about to leave when Lu Cijian grabbed her arm. His eyes, besides showing grievance, also held a hint of inquiry. "Lying to you again? When have I ever lied to you?"
How could he not remember?
Jiang Yimian suddenly remembered that the person in front of her did not remember what happened after he got drunk, and immediately coughed lightly, feeling a little awkward, "Slip of the tongue."
Lu Cijian didn't believe it. He stared at the person in front of him probingly and said seriously, "Actually, I didn't lie to you. I am indeed injured. You know, the back of my neck has been a little sore these past few days."
Having said that, he silently stared at the person in front of him.
Jiang Yimian paused, the events of that night resurfacing in her mind. Her fingers unconsciously rubbed together a few times, but her expression remained indifferent as she said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "It's your fault for accidentally bumping into something. It's not my fault."
Lu Cijian stared at the person in front of him for a long time until he saw Jiang Yimian turn her face away, then he smiled and said, "Yes, it's not Mianmian's fault, it was my carelessness."
He was certain that something must have happened that night, and it couldn't have been as simple as him accidentally bumping his head.
Jiang Yimian simply said, "It's good that you know."
Just as she was about to pull her hand away, Lu Cijian tightened his grip, holding her hand and saying with a smile, "Mianmian, do you remember what you promised me here?"
Jiang Yimian looked at the other person with some confusion, clearly not knowing what he was talking about.
Lu Cijian's mood instantly plummeted, and he said softly, "It seems that only I remember that Mianmian clearly said that I would get a reward if I kept it a secret from her."
He had seen through Mianmian's literacy at that time, and Mianmian agreed to keep it a secret in order for him to keep it a secret.
Right here, it was also afternoon.
Jiang Yimian was stunned for a while before she remembered that matter.
She only agreed to the other party's request because of the situation, but now that the other party is going to reveal the secret, she is not afraid.
Seemingly sensing her thoughts, Lu Cijian chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, Mianmian, I won't tell anyone. Just remember that you're going to give me a reward."
Jiang Yimian choked, intending to renege on her promise, but when she met those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the words that came out were, "It has to be something I can do."
Lu Cijian smiled and replied, "Of course, Mianmian just needs to tell me what happened on the day I got drunk."
He was afraid he might have done something inappropriate, and he was also genuinely curious.
Why does Mianmian's expression become somewhat uneasy every time she mentions that time she got drunk?
Although the other party was trying hard to appear calm, he knew that Mianmian would unconsciously fidget with her fingers when she was nervous, something she herself hadn't even realized.
Jiang Yimian glanced at him, then suddenly had a good idea. She said indifferently, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just that you insisted on taking off your clothes, so I knocked you out."
Lu Cijian was startled, and a crack seemed to appear on his calm expression. His eyes, which had been smiling, also became somewhat uneasy.
He kept his head down for a long time without saying a word, and the tips of his ears turned red involuntarily, with the redness threatening to spread down his neck.
She stammered, "Yes, I was impolite to Mianmian, I'm sorry."
He never expected that he would do such a thing while drunk. Mianmian must have had no other choice but to knock him unconscious.
No wonder he was only wearing his undergarments when he woke up the next day.
He deserved to be hit.
Seeing the blush that spread from the tips of his ears to his handsome face turn pale, Jiang Yimian suddenly felt a little sorry for him. She coughed lightly and added, "You were just worried that I was cold and wanted to put a coat on me. It's not what you think."
Is this guy imagining a dramatic scene of a drunken bully forcibly taking a woman?
If anyone was the bully that night, it should be her. After all, Lu Cijian was too obedient when she was drunk, doing whatever she was told and even looking dazed.
If she had stayed any longer, she might have rambled on, and the drunken Lu Cijian would certainly have agreed.
Thinking about it, she couldn't help but smile.
Lu Cijian, however, was stiff all over, and kept his head down, not daring to look at the girl in front of him.
It's not what he thinks. Does Mianmian know what he's thinking?
As night fell and he lay in bed, Lu Cijian's mind was still filled with the words he had spoken to Jiang Yimian.
He was both annoyed that he was too reckless while drunk and afraid that Mianmian would hate him because of it.
After much agonizing, I secretly resolved never to touch alcohol again and to forget all about being drunk, so I wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
However, things did not go as planned.
Perhaps it's because I think about it during the day and dream about it at night.
In his dream, he saw everything that happened on the day he got drunk.
He forcefully pulled Mianmian into the house and started taking off her clothes, which startled him. Fortunately, as Mianmian said, he was just putting clothes on her.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, in his dream, he pressed Mianmian down onto the bed. Although his face was blank and he looked a little dazed, he kissed Mianmian's bright red lips the next second.
He said many things he had been keeping to himself, and kept calling Mianmian's name, but Mianmian just looked at him in fear.
Perhaps she was too angry, or perhaps she couldn't stand the drunkard's nonsense, so she knocked him unconscious with a single blow.
He instantly snapped out of it, staring at the pitch-black night for a long time, unable to come to his senses.
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