But that was also the year he met the cold, clever, and strange girl next door. Meeting Song Fei was the only happiness in Yan Jiang's incomplete youth.
It has been almost two months since Yan Jiang returned to Wangdong City. His skin has returned to its original color, very fair and delicate. Song Fei stared at Yan Jiang's pleasing face, and the ice in her eyes gradually melted.
Song Fei said, "From the age of eight to fourteen, I protected you for six years. Raising an animal can be addictive and develop feelings, let alone a person." After a pause, Song Fei's eyes became serious and firm. She said to Yan Jiang, "I want to protect you for the rest of your life. You'd better give me a chance."
Yan Jiang subconsciously asked Song Fei: "If I don't give you this opportunity, what will you do?"
Song Fei frowned, her eyes were cold, "I'll beat you to death." This answer was very much in Song Fei's personal style.
Yan Jiang laughed.
"A Fei, I accept your proposal." He took the ring from Song Fei's hand and put it on his middle finger.
Seeing this, Song Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at Yan Jiang's middle finger and felt that the ring was suitable for him. She had made the right purchase.
Yan Jiang also took off the necklace from his neck and took off the platinum ring. He knelt down and put the ring on Song Fei in the same way.
When putting the ring on her finger, Yan Jiang said, "A Fei, I will try to give you freedom, but you are not allowed to lie to me again and you are not allowed to do stupid things without telling me." The incident in Kinshasa left a huge psychological shadow on Yan Jiang.
He hugged Song Fei. The girl in his arms was so thin that it seemed as if she would break if he squeezed her hard.
"I love you very much, Song Fei. I have experienced the same pain twice in you." Eight years ago at the earthquake site, Yan Jiang thought Song Fei was dead and dug her up for three days without eating or drinking.
In Kinshasa, he thought Song Fei was dead again. He cried bitterly in the smoke of war and had no appetite or sleep for several days.
"Song Fei, I'm a little coward. If you scare me again, I'll die."
Song Fei has realized how wrong she was and feels guilty. If she could go back in time, she would never hide it from Yan Jiang again. Because she has tasted the feeling of loving someone.
"Okay, I promise."
Hearing this, Yan Jiang closed his eyes with relief and hugged her tightly, not letting go.
But Song Fei pushed him.
Yan Jiang was pushed away, and he was a little confused, "Can't I hold you for a while?"
Song Fei: "No, you only have 30 minutes to rest. If you don't make good use of the time, you will be late. Come on, let's go upstairs and go back to the room."
Yan Jiang was stunned. "What are we going back to the room for?" He thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children, and his mouth started to dry up.
Song Fei pulled Yan Jiang to stand up, and as they walked upstairs, she said, "Let's have a baby! I'm older than Song Ci, and our child can't call Song Ci's child brother or sister." In some ways, Song Fei was terribly stubborn.
Yan Jiang was dragged upstairs by Song Fei, one step deep and one step shallow, feeling unreal. When they arrived in the room, Song Fei took off the pretentious glasses of Yan Jiang. He sat on the bed, his face flushed and his heart pounding with excitement.
Everything fell into place, and just before they were about to discuss it in depth, Yan Jiang suddenly remembered something. He paused, his breath erratic as he spoke, "Wait a minute, I need to call my boss and ask for leave. I won't be going to work this afternoon."
He got out of bed barefoot, found the phone in his pants and made a call.
Song Fei sat on the bed, her clothes disheveled. She calmly told Yan Jiang, "I've done some research, and the average time for men in our country is sixteen minutes. You still have twenty-five minutes to rest. You won't be late for work if you take a shower after you're done."
Yan Jiang glanced at Song Fei meaningfully and told her, "Ah Fei, sometimes research data is unreliable." An average of fifteen minutes? That was impossible. In the past, just imagining Song Fei would take Yan Jiang over ten minutes, not to mention this time with a real person.
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