Song Fei noticed that the door of Yan Jiang's gym was closed. She looked upstairs and confirmed that Yan Jiang would not come down in the short time. Then she walked outside the gym and opened the door.
There really was a huge iron cage in that spacious gym.
This won’t work!
Song Fei turned around and went upstairs, finding Yan Jiang in the master bedroom. Yan Jiang was making the bed, and there were two pillows on the big bed. Song Fei understood what he meant, and she asked Yan Jiang, "Are you planning to sleep with me?"
Yan Jiang didn't look back.
He bent down and carefully smoothed out every wrinkle on the bed sheet, his movements as gentle as if he was stroking his lover's hair.
"A Fei." Yan Jiang stood by the bed. He pointed at the sheets and asked Song Fei, "What color sheets do you like? I can change them to your favorite."
Song Fei narrowed her eyes and said nothing.
She remained silent for a long time, and Yan Jiang's expression suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Song Fei and asked her, "Don't you want to be with me?"
Song Fei curled her lips: "I don't want to be with a psychopath."
"You think I'm crazy?"
"Isn't it?" Song Fei pointed outside the door and said, "That cage downstairs is prepared for me, right? If I'm a little disobedient, you're going to lock me up?"
Yan Jiang said nothing, just looked at her with a stubborn look.
Song Fei walked up to Yan Jiang and sat down beside the bed.
She looked up at Yan Jiang and said to him, "Yan Jiang, I am not your property."
Yan Jiang: "You are mine."
"I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone but myself." Song Fei told Yan Jiang, "Do you think a lock can lock me up? Yan Jiang, let me tell you, if you don't want to stay, even if you lock all the doors and windows, I can still blow a hole and walk out. You know in your heart that I have that ability."
Yan Jiang frowned uneasily, wondering how likely that was.
Song Fei added, "I'm still willing to sit here and talk to you calmly. Do you know why?"
Yan Jiang: "Why?"
Song Fei suddenly stretched out her right hand and held Yan Jiang's left hand. Yan Jiang lowered his head, looked at their tightly clasped hands, and heard Song Fei say, "Because I like you, I will not leave you."
Yan Jiang's pupils trembled a few times. He asked cautiously, in disbelief, "What did you just say?"
Song Fei: "I like you, can't you see?"
Yan Jiang's breathing became heavier.
Song Fei stood up, put her finger on Yan Jiang's lips, and said to him: "If I didn't like you, I wouldn't apply the antidote on my lips and wait for you to kiss me."
Yan Jiang remembered that they kissed in Kinshasa.
A sweet feeling rose in his heart. "A Fei, you like me." He was overjoyed, and a touching smile gradually spread across his face.
Song Fei echoed Yan Jiang's words. "Yes, I like you."
"Do you want to date me?" Song Fei suddenly asked.
Yan Jiang nodded vigorously, "Yes!" Feeling that this was not enough, he added: "I want to sleep with you! I want to marry you and have children with you!"
Song Fei resisted the urge to explode in anger and coaxed Yan Jiang: "If you want to date me, go see a psychiatrist. When your mental state stabilizes, we can date again."
Yan Jiang's face suddenly turned cold.
He pursed his lips. "You said all this just to trick me into seeing a psychiatrist? Do you think there's something wrong with me mentally?"
"Isn't it obvious that you have mental problems?" Song Fei no longer obeyed Yan Jiang. She, Song Fei, was not born to be the kind of caring and considerate person.
Yan Jiang was about to turn evil and go berserk, wanting to force her to give birth to a child.
At this time, Song Fei suddenly said: "I don't want my child to have a mentally ill father."
Yan Jiang was stunned.
What did Ah Fei say? She was willing to have a baby with her!
"I'll go see a psychiatrist." Staring at Song Fei worriedly, Yan Jiang warned her again: "But you can't leave me." He rested his forehead against Song Fei's and murmured to her: "I'll go crazy if I lose you."
She believed him.
She had already seen how crazy he was for her.
"I won't leave you."
After Song Fei's coaxing and persuasion, Yan Jiang agreed to see a psychologist.
Song Ci came to see Song Fei privately and saw Song Fei holding a copy of "Psychology and Life" and reading it. She guessed the reason why Song Fei was reading the book and asked her, "How are you and Brother Jiang doing recently?"
Song Fei nodded. "That's it. He's receiving psychological treatment."
Song Ci was relieved.
She poured herself a cup of tea and just as she put it in her mouth, she heard Song Fei ask seriously, "Little idiot, did it hurt the first time?"
Song Ci sprayed a mouthful of tea onto the coffee table in Yan Jiang's house.
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