In the private room, Jiang Xia pursed his lips, the fragrance of Ru still lingering on his tongue.
He squinted and leaned back gently on the sofa, savoring the passion of the moment. He couldn't help but recall the nervousness he felt the first time in his past life in a hotel when he held his breath and peeled off her clothes.
An eighteen-year-old's body possesses boundless tenderness and allure, enough to ignite a man's mad desire even in the darkness.
Jiang Xia was already dreaming about their wedding night, if only they could be eighteen...
My thoughts inexplicably drifted to the image of her in a wedding dress, with the man on top of the woman, when the door to the private room was silently pushed open.
Looking at the faint smile on Jiang Xia's face, Lin Yanwan knew with her toes that he must have been thinking about some sour things again.
After all, he had been so brazenly aroused in the darkness, and even though he had given her permission, the thought of the warm, wet hickeys still made her body burn.
Lin Yanwan raised her hand and tapped Jiang Xia's forehead hard, saying irritably, "Wake up, stop dreaming."
He opened his eyes, pulled his wife into his arms, and whispered in her ear, "When I close my eyes, it's a dream; when I open them, it's you. I was just thinking about you in your wedding dress."
Her face flushed, and she scoffed, "The shop owner made all sorts of promises before we took our wedding photos, but the price was ridiculously high, and the photos weren't even that good!"
“We’ve learned from this experience, so we shouldn’t make any mistakes. If the filming is bad, we won’t pay them.” Jiang Xia squeezed her hand.
"I don't want Western food anymore!" she said haughtily.
"You decide," he said with a smile. "A grand sedan chair carried by eight men, stepping over a brazier, bowing to heaven and earth, and finally entering the bridal chamber to lift the red veil—that's not bad either."
She blushed and softly agreed, her voice gentle and pleasant to the ear.
"So when do you plan to marry me?" Jiang Xia asked, smiling at her.
"Dream on, I don't want that!"
She tossed her head back; after all, what you can't have is always the best, and she wanted him to always think about her.
Jiang Xia chuckled softly. One second she agreed to a traditional Chinese wedding, and the next she refused to marry him. What a proud and stubborn girl.
"Then I'll find someone else."
"You dare!?"
She twisted the cartilage, and Jiang Xia gasped sharply.
Lin Yanwan's face flushed red, and she quickly let go, afraid that this guy would force her onto the sofa again, as before, with ill intentions.
Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.
"Old Jiang! Old...uh..."
Upon seeing the scene before him, Wang Ming's voice abruptly stopped.
The two huddled together, and none of the four computers in the private room were turned on. Even if he were a blockhead, he could guess what the two had just been doing.
It's just kissing, hugging, and touching, right? He wasn't jealous, really not, sob sob sob.
"Hey, don't worry about me, you guys carry on, I'm going out for some fresh air."
Wang Ming closed the door cleanly and decisively, his heart pounding as he stood at the door of the private room.
Could this be considered an accidental discovery of the boss and his wife's illicit private life? Will he be secretly dealt with? It's very possible they'll find some excuse to fire him.
He shook his head, banishing these random thoughts, and let out a long sigh.
Old Jiang is always inseparable from his girlfriend, and the animation he created has now been broadcast on TV. His mother also highly praises him. At such a young age, he has already become a winner in life.
But he himself is nothing, he has nothing.
Inside the private room, Lin Yanwan, her face flushed, hurriedly got up from Jiang Xia's arms and glared at him fiercely.
"It's all your fault!"
Jiang Xia chuckled and said, "Compared to getting punched twice by Dad after he saw this, it's nothing. All he feels is envy and sourness."
"..."
Lin Yanwan was slightly speechless. Upon reflection, it seemed to be true. As long as they weren't embarrassed, it was others who would feel awkward.
With his thick skin, he wouldn't even blush, but she couldn't.
"Hmph, you can explain it to them yourself!"
Lin Yanwan snorted softly, sat down in the innermost corner, turned on her computer, and decided to be an ostrich with its head buried in the ground but its butt sticking out.
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Shen Ying looked up at the neon-lit billboard that read "Ionia Internet Cafe." Yes, this must be the place.
She pushed open the door and went in, just about to ask the internet cafe manager how to get to rooms 61-64, when she saw Chen Yao making instant noodles for someone.
“Go straight down this road, then turn right. The first private room is there,” Chen Yao said casually.
Shen Ying was stunned for a moment; she seemed to know that she had come to see Jiang Xia.
However, their relationship was only that of acquaintances, so he nodded, said thank you, and quickly walked away.
Upon seeing Wang Ming standing like a gatekeeper at the entrance of the private room, he couldn't help but ask.
"Why aren't you going in? Haven't the couple arrived yet?"
Her tone was the same as usual. Although the two hadn't seen each other since the last gathering, and hadn't even chatted privately, they were in the same company after all, and would run into each other all the time. Even if they couldn't be lovers, they could still be friends.
"Uh... they're here... they're inside."
Wang Ming scratched his head, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he saw her expression.
In this unrequited love, he was a rejected loser.
"Then what are you doing standing here?" Shen Ying asked with a smile.
Looking at her smiling face, Wang Ming's breathing inexplicably became lighter.
She was wearing a white dress today, with what looked like light makeup on her face. Her eyebrows and eyes had a touch of charm, and her smooth hair fell naturally. You could clearly smell the fresh scent of shampoo as she stood in front of you, so she must have just washed her hair.
Even though I've already decided not to like her anymore, why does my heart still flutter when I see her?
"Hello?"
Shen Ying waved her hand in front of him and laughed, "Distracted?"
"No...no..."
Wang Ming blushed, turned his head away, and dared not look at her any longer. He stammered, "The two of them...the two of them..."
What happened to them?
Shen Ying glanced at him in surprise, then tried to push the door open before he could answer, but Wang Ming quickly stopped her.
"Wait, don't!" he quickly said, "They're..."
"Where are we?" Jiang Xia suddenly opened the door, smiling at the two of them. "Oh, you're both here? I thought you'd arrive right on time."
Shen Ying leaned out and peeked into the private room. All four computers were on, and her best friend was sitting by the wall surfing the internet. When she saw Shen Ying, she greeted her calmly.
"What were you doing sneaking around like that just now?" Shen Ying asked suspiciously.
"What else can we do? Give you a hug." Jiang Xia shrugged calmly.
Well……
Wang Ming was stunned. This guy didn't even blush. How could his skin be so thick?
"Oh, I see." Shen Ying was immediately disappointed. Seeing how nervous Wang Ming was, she thought the two of them were having a baby.
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(Sorry, I'm taking my wife back to her parents' home today, and we've been traveling for a while, so we're only just arriving now. I'll post a bonus picture of our wedding photos later to make amends.)
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