"You're awake, aren't you?"
The person on the bed was still sleeping soundly, without giving any response.
Yan Jiang's throat rolled over, and he sniffed hard, stopping the tears and snot that were about to fall. Sitting down on the bed, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei's rosy and delicate face and suddenly said, "Song Fei, you were photographed by reporters when you left my house this morning."
After Yan Jiang finished speaking, he saw Song Fei's eyelashes tremble. Seeing this, Yan Jiang suddenly became excited. He squeezed Song Fei's hand and spoke again, his voice breaking. "It's really you, you're awake, right, Song Fei?"
Song Fei couldn't pretend anymore. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a handsome face that seemed to be about to cry but couldn't. Song Fei was a little dazed. Eight years had passed, and the coward back then hadn't become much braver, but had become even more prone to crying.
"Why are you crying?" Song Fei sneered disdainfully, "You look so ugly when you cry."
This was the first time Yan Jiang heard Song Fei's voice as an adult, as cold and biting as the white snow on the mountains.
He likes it so much!
Yan Jiang suddenly hugged Song Fei into his arms. He pressed Song Fei against his chest and said with a sob, "You are really awake. It's not an illusion. You are really awake!" Only the real Song Fei would have such an arrogant and disdainful look. When she looked at him, she always looked as if she was disappointed in him.
Being suddenly embraced by an adult man, Song Fei felt violated and unhappy. "Let go." Song Fei was not used to being close to others.
Realizing what he had just done, Yan Jiang felt embarrassed and guilty. He let go of Song Fei and stepped back, his eyes flickering, not daring to look directly into her eyes.
Song Fei stared at his handsome face and asked doubtfully, "Plastic surgery?"
Yan Jiang hurriedly shook his head, his face flushed. He quickly explained, "I didn't have plastic surgery, I just had my teeth fixed." Yan Jiang's teeth used to be a bit messy, but after having them corrected, the shape of his mouth changed a bit, making it look more delicate.
Afraid that Song Fei wouldn't believe him, Yan Jiang grinned, revealing a row of neat white teeth. "Look, aren't my teeth much straighter?"
Song Fei waved her hand in disgust and said, "Stay away." It was too stupid to look at.
Yan Jiang sat aside quietly and stiffly, not daring to act rashly.
Song Fei leaned against the headboard and felt uncomfortable, so she picked up a pillow and put it behind her waist. Yan Jiang saw her frown and said very considerately, "Is the bed uncomfortable? I'll have someone send over a leather bed tomorrow, the kind with adjustable headrest and backrest."
Song Fei didn't say anything, but just stared at him with cold eyes. That look made Yan Jiang feel uneasy, and he didn't dare to speak. In front of Song Fei, Yan Jiang was always the little coward who was bullied but didn't even have the courage to fight back.
Song Fei suddenly curled her lips and asked dangerously, "Wife?"
Yan Jiang: "Ah?" He was a little embarrassed, and corrected Song Fei sheepishly: "I am a man, so I should be old... old..." Yan Jiang didn't dare to say the word husband, for fear of being criticized.
Song Fei was amused by Yan Jiang's innocent and cute appearance. "Are you dreaming?"
Thinking of how Yan Jiang had hugged her and called her "wife" over and over again in the past two days, Song Fei felt a little complicated. She had never expected that this little coward actually liked her to the point of being paranoid and morbid.
Song Fei questioned Yan Jiang: "Who gave you the courage to call me your wife?"
Yan Jiang's head exploded! He looked up in shock, looking at Song Fei in astonishment, questioning in disbelief: "You've been pretending? When did you wake up?"
"The day before yesterday morning." Thinking of something, Song Fei glanced at Yan Jiang's well-dressed appearance and praised him: "He has a good figure, but the habit of not wearing clothes is not good."
Why no clothes?
After thinking about it carefully, Yan Jiang figured it out. He had indeed come out of the shower without wearing any clothes last night.
"You peeked at me!" But that was last night... Thinking of something, Yan Jiang looked at Song Fei with a hurt look in his eyes, "You woke up yesterday? Why didn't you tell me you woke up? Is it fun to play tricks on me like this?"
Song Fei sneered, "Then what about you kissing me secretly?"
Yan Jiang covered his mouth with his hand.
Song Fei: "I don't know if you did anything disrespectful to me when I was unconscious. I can't tell. Not only are you a coward, you're also a pervert."
Song Fei's disdainful look irritated Yan Jiang. He lowered his head deeply, and a few small hairs on his blue fur trembled, looking a little cute. Song Fei stared at those hairs, and after a long time, she finally suppressed the urge to pull them out.
Yan Jiang felt relieved after Song Fei exposed all the vile things he had done in the past. He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Song Fei boldly, his eyes deeper than ever before.
When Song Fei met Yan Jiang's gaze, she was a little surprised.
Her hand was suddenly held by Yan Jiang.
Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang silently, without saying a word, but she did not pull her hand away either.
Yan Jiang's handsome cheeks were slightly red, but his expression was so serious. He was a little reserved and a little embarrassed. Such Yan Jiang exuded an addictive magic that made people want to treat him better.
Song Fei actually felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to pull her hand away, but Yan Jiang noticed her intention and squeezed it even tighter.
Song Fei stopped moving.
Looking into Song Fei's eyes, which were as white as ice and snow, Yan Jiang was sincere and pious. He said to Song Fei, "It's been eight years, Song Fei. I am Yan Jiang."
Song Fei curled her lips, "No plastic surgery, I can recognize her."
Yan Jiang had a lot of sincere words brewing in his heart, but he almost broke them. He calmed down, sorted out his mood, and then said to Song Fei: "There is something I have never told you."
Song Fei: "Then tell me."
Yan Jiang: "Don't rush me."
Song Fei: "Oh."
Yan Jiang: “…”
Yan Jiang suddenly didn't know where to start.
The ambiguous atmosphere that had been created with great effort was completely destroyed by Song Fei. Yan Jiang gave up on the romantic route and said bluntly: "Eight years ago, on your fourteenth birthday, it was me who slipped a love letter into your bag."
Song Fei thought about it for a moment before she remembered what had happened. She said calmly, "There are so many love letters. Which one is yours?"
Yan Jiang:!
He gritted his teeth and asked expressionlessly, "Too many love letters?"
Song Fei nodded, looking confident that her sister, with all her charm, would have no shortage of suitors. "Well, you know, I'm smart and pretty, so it's normal for me to have a lot of fans and love letters."
Yan Jiang didn't believe it. He said, "Song Ci said that in your entire life, you only received a love letter on your birthday that year."
Song Fei's expression was a little embarrassed. She sneered, "What does that little idiot know!"
Yan Jiang was a little skeptical. He was sullen and downcast. He said, "That long, two-page love letter without a signature was written by me."
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