Chapter 26: Teasing Her "The kitten scratched me."
"Isn't this fantasy?" Jiang Zong also grabbed her wrist.
The solid wood screen painted with green vines and silver taro was illuminated by the light, and it became a curtain, reflecting their intertwined figures. The man's tall nose tip and the woman's lightly touched each other, like small fish touching their tails in the sea.
She was obviously joking, but Jiang Zongye looked serious.
"Would you like to measure it?"
Measure it?
Where to measure?
Qiao Ruoying's mind was both slow and precise, and she slowly looked below his thin brown leather belt.
Blurry, shrouded in shadow, its shape resembles a mortar mounted on a battery.
Her breathing became a little faster, and her heart was stretched like a cowhide drumhead, being struck by a drumstick.
Jiang Zong also saw the avoidance and fear in her eyes. He felt satisfied and proud, and pretended to loosen his belt with his fingers.
"Come on, actions speak louder than words."
“…”
In fact, she actually knew the “fact”.
Every time they started, she felt as if she was being tortured, biting her tongue tightly, waiting for him to enter little by little, her whole body trembling slightly, like a handful of snow in his palm, shaking and shivering, her face pale.
She needed him to slow down a few times until she got used to it, and then she would feel better. But at this time, he always laughed at her in a low voice, saying, "You're so tight."
After all, who wants to argue with him?
Qiao Ruoying thought quietly, as expected, it is absolutely forbidden to say words that imply a man is “not good” in that aspect.
Because the bad man will definitely argue with her and even measure it with a ruler.
After measuring, one must definitely feel "secretly happy" with the corners of his lips curled up, as if saying, "Look, isn't it very big?"
Just thinking about that scene, Qiao Ruoying wanted to scold him for being "An Shuang" (secretly happy) brother.
If you really measure it, won’t he be so happy?
Wasn't she the one who was embarrassed in the end?
Jiang Zong also saw her face flushed, as if she was flying into the sky. He couldn't help but put his hand on the back of her slender neck, holding her, slowly pressing her into his arms, and whispering to her while rubbing her ear.
"Yingying, tell me, who is the one who can't finish the food every time?"
Can’t even finish eating?
What can’t you finish eating?
Jiang Zongye spoke in a mysterious way, a smile playing on his thin lips, looking naughty and naughty, and the raised corners of his eyes seemed to contain a spring breeze, with a kind of nonchalant charm.
Why is he still laughing so happily and so evilly?
Qiao Ruoying went to take a shower with a head full of doubts.
In the bathroom.
The shower head was hung on the wall, pouring out warm water to wash her smooth skin. She squatted down, as she usually did when peeing, gathered a handful of snow-white foam in her palm, and spread it on the outside of that place, cleaning it carefully.
She usually doesn't dare to go in when she is cleaning.
Just cleaning the outside...should be enough, right?
She squatted there, and a flash of lightning struck her mind. In that instant, she suddenly understood what Jiang Zongye meant by "I can never finish it every time I eat it." She was so embarrassed that she didn't care about the foam on her palms and quickly covered her eyes.
Jiang Zong is really... too bad.
Too bad, too bad, too bad! So stuffy, so stuffy, so stuffy!
She cursed him several times in her heart, trying to find some harsher words to scold him, but she was at a loss for words.
Besides, how could she "not finish" him? It was obviously he who was so bad, pushing hard inside, and then...
Fits perfectly.
The resentment towards Jiang Zongye continued until sleep.
Outside, the autumn rain was drizzling, hitting the blue glass windows, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, like the reeds scraping across the drum in a music box, with a cool sound.
Jiang Zong also sat at the head of the bed, moving his long fingers across the screen of his mobile phone to bring out the photos he had just taken.
In the photo, the surroundings are dark, with only a beam of hanging yellow light shining directly on the branches of the giant swallowtail plant. The vase holding the branches reflects the texture of jade, and the pale purple petals fall on the wall, like the shadows of butterflies.
The white space in the photo is just right.
Jiang Zong also listened attentively to the sound of rain for a while, then turned his head and saw the girl curled up in bed with a small hillock. The light from the bedside lamp was like honey, smearing on the hillock.
The small room was particularly cozy, and his heart found a home in this corner.
He wanted to capture this moment, so he opened his Moments and posted this "Flying Swallow Shadow Picture".
Less than a minute after posting, the number of red dots in the circle of friends on the screen increased exponentially.
He clicked on it and saw that the number of people who liked and commented on the photo was as sticky as a pot of porridge.
Seeing this, Jiang Zong also had a hint of satisfaction on his lips.
Look at his "appeal". He hasn't posted on WeChat Moments for a long time, but once he does, he still gets a lot of responses, with people complimenting him, snooping into his private life, and showing off his face.
"Thumbs up/thumbs up/thumbs up"
This is the most common type of message in his circle of friends. It is neither thoughtful nor outstanding, so Jiang Zong simply ignores it.
"Mr. Jiang, this photo has a sharp focus, rich details, and exquisite image quality. The shadow of the swallowtail is as beautiful as a butterfly. It's a great shot! Did you take it with a Sony A1?"
He would ignore such flattering messages, but would pay close attention to the person who posted the comment.
Since this person would openly compliment him on WeChat Moments, it showed that he was ambitious and hoped to be noticed and valued by his superiors. He could observe him carefully.
Of course, when he posted on WeChat Moments, he was inevitably teased by all kinds of "fox friends".
Li Shengjie: "Looking at butterflies and playing with kittens, Jason's life is wonderful."
RAY: "Where is the kitten on this?"
Li Shengjie: "I won't tell you."
Jiang Zong also laughed in silence, and then looked at the "kitten" beside him.
The girl was covered in a thin, pea-green blanket, her back facing him, only her back visible to him. He loosened her silk nightgown and pressed against her, letting her back rest against his chest.
"Why are you sleeping with your back to me?"
"You can't finish it!"
"It's nonsense," she cursed softly, her voice shy but with a hint of hatred and anger.
Look, this little girl finally figured it out. She has a really long train of thought.
Jiang Zong could no longer hold it in and laughed quietly. His laughter was like the boiling water in the pot, low and joyful, with bubbles rising up.
He laughed so hard his abs were shaking.
Laugh, he still laughs.
Qiao Ruoying racked her brains, trying to find the most "offensive" words to say back to him. She licked the fangs on the side of her tongue and "retorted":
"You, you're the best. You do it seven times a night. Why don't you become a gigolo?"
Jiang Zong also laughed even more happily.
He really liked to tease her. He would see her anger rising and her claws waving towards him. Her pointed cat ears would become airplane ears, looking both cute and fierce.
"Wouldn't it be better to wait until your relatives are gone before returning to your old job? After all, you are my only client."
Jiang Zong also tried to hold back his laughter and replied.
He still has the nerve to say that!
Qiao Ruoying turned over and scratched his arm angrily, scratching from his upper arm to his forearm through his pajamas, like a kitten forced to act up by its owner.
She was somewhat concerned about not leaving any marks, otherwise she would have grabbed it on his face long ago, humph.
"The kitten scratched someone." Jiang Zong also stopped laughing, but there was still a strong smile in his hoarse tone.
"You asked for it." She said in a low voice, her breath soft and fragrant, gently warming his collarbone.
Jiang Zongye placed his hand on her waist, liking her curves from waist to toe, which undulated like sand dunes, and he stroked them slowly.
"I misspoke. We Yingying can still finish it if we work hard."
The ambiguous flirtation in their words melted into thick honey, dripping into the cracks between her bones. A tingling sensation stretched from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she felt as if she was in the clouds.
Qiao Ruoying had to talk about such a hot topic in bed. A layer of sweat covered her forehead and she couldn't help but push the thin quilt down.
A little movie inevitably played out in her mind. She dodged and retreated again and again, begging him "No". Jiang Zong also grabbed her ankle, and a low sigh rolled out of his throat. His voice was majestic and unquestionable, "Try it, you can eat it."
The overwhelming feeling of fullness immediately surged like a tide, completely submerging her.
The next second, the girl's soft palm touched his lips, and the lines on her palm and lips touched.
"Stop talking and go to bed." She whispered.
If she continued to make trouble, she was afraid that Jiang Zong would get angry and ask her to help him in other ways. Would she be able to go to work tomorrow then?
Listening to the sound of rain hitting the thin window, sometimes long and sometimes short, it was clearly a night of autumn rain, which relieved the dryness of the world but could not quench the thirst in the man's throat.
He let her go and moved away.
In the darkness, the man's voice was low and hoarse, like a beast ready to attack, approaching her slowly.
"When does your period end?"
"Three more days." Qiao Ruoying resisted the sleepiness and answered him, then fell asleep quickly.
The rain stopped in the middle of the night, washing the sky and streets wet and exceptionally clean.
Early in the morning, Qiao Ruoying dreamed that she was making mango and sea salt rolls. The fermented dough was so good that she kneaded it into round little balls.
She was almost smelling the toast when the floor shook, the world spun, and an earthquake struck.
The fallen stone slabs from the ceiling pinned her legs down and she couldn't get them free no matter how hard she tried.
Qiao Ruoying gritted her teeth and tried to pull her legs out like cabbage, but she still failed to successfully "pull" her left leg out.
Is your leg going to break?
She woke up from her dream with a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, still in shock.
She felt a numbness in her left leg, and when she looked, she found that it was Jiang Zongya who had crossed one of his legs and pressed it on her knee.
“…”
The big boss kills for money x2.
Qiao Ruoying tried to push his long and strong legs hard, but couldn't move them at all.
In desperation, she had to shake him awake.
"Your legs are pinning me down."
Jiang Zongye took two seconds to wake up and moved his legs away from her thighs.
The experience of sleeping in the same bed with him twice in a row and being "pressed" awake by him made Qiao Ruoying reflect:
The big boss must be short of a pillow.
This is simply using her as a pillow.
"Mr. Jiang, why don't you order a pillow? We have cooling, soothing, custom-made options, whatever you want."
The words were already on the tip of her tongue, but she forced herself to hold them back as she looked at his gloomy face filled with bad temper.
Now that they were awake, the two of them got up one after another.
Jiang Zong also rubbed his shoulders.
He felt a little sore in his back after sleeping last night. When he looked carefully, he found that her bed was still a wooden bed without even a sponge mattress.
He glanced at Qiao Ruoying who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom.
Her cheeks puffed up as she held the toothbrush in her mouth, brushing it carefully, with foam in her mouth, just like a little goldfish blowing bubbles.
It was hard to imagine that Qiao Ruoying, with her delicate skin, whose wrist bone would be marked by a winding red mark if he squeezed it a little harder, could actually endure the hard bed.
It seems that she has the ability to live well in any environment.
"Mr. Jiang, did you sleep well last night?" Qiao Ruoying finished washing up, and her clear voice sounded behind him. Her place was a little simple, and if it made him uncomfortable, she would change it.
"Not bad." Jiang Zong also pondered for a moment and answered.
Since he is going to live with her, it would be better for him to adapt to the local customs.
After being in contact with her for a long time, Jiang Zongye has been constantly reflecting on himself: Is it right to blindly transform her using the standards that he feels comfortable with?
Why didn't he adapt to her?
Moreover, humans are highly adaptable.
Jiang Zong also believed that after sleeping with him a few more times, he would get used to it. He was not a spoiled young man.
If he was, it's unlikely he would be able to control the ship that is Taehyung so well.
"How long will you stay here with me?" Qiao Ruoying asked.
This determines how she plans to spend her time for the next period of time.
"There's still a week left," Jiang Zongye said. "After a week, the Sirius 5 will be almost ready for delivery. By then, I'll definitely be able to sleep well."
But he didn't come here every day during this week.
"Then I'll let them see Taehyung's true strength."
As he said this, he was adjusting his shirt cuffs in front of her dressing mirror.
When he mentioned the upcoming success, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes showed a bit of arrogance that looked down on the world, making this simple little house look like a dragon and a tiger.
Qiao Ruoying stared at him in a daze.
Jiang Zong was also very proud. He held his head high in front of the mirror, his thick hair swinging in the air, as if every strand of hair was filled with the domineering aura of "All under heaven belongs to the king", and he was the Dragon King in his domain.
However, she also heard something else from his words just now:
He came to her rental house and slept with her, not because he had much feelings for her, but simply because he felt more comfortable sleeping with her lying next to him.
So she is just a tool to warm the bed for the big boss, sob.
The affectionate feelings we had while laughing and joking on the sofa last night were like a mirage. I reached out my hand to stir the water, and the moon's reflection became disordered.
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The author has something to say: Lao Jiang: It’s a misunderstanding, my dear, I don’t treat you as a tool. I really like you.
Xiaoying: [question mark][question mark][question mark] Then you should just let me be your tool. [Dog head holding a rose]
Once again, I remind you to separate the main text from the preface. I won’t tell you which old man likes this without knowing it. [狗头叼玫瑰]
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