I'm leaving soon.
In the afternoon, Jonathan received a same-city express delivery package. He opened the file bag and found a copy of the lyrics and sheet music for the song "Yan Ge Xing", a hard drive, and a note left by Jiang Songhe: "There is an interface on the back of the TV."
Wasin received it about an hour ago
The email contained the promotional work that Jonathan needed to do for the next two days, and the attached files were sheet music and a demo.
“We’ll record the theme song tomorrow, and reshoot the reaction video the day after…” Jonathan held Vasin’s phone, scrolled through the page to see the sender, and felt a mix of emotions. “Making a phone call would have been so simple and direct, but Jiang Songhe really is… very good at separating public and private matters.”
But thinking that Jiang Songhe's arrangement might mean the movie screening would go smoothly, which is why he was too busy to make a phone call, Jonathan's mood immediately brightened.
Having promised to be a reliable boyfriend, Jonathan immediately asked Vasin to transfer the electronic sheet music and demo to his phone, ignoring the stomach discomfort caused by his morning binge eating, and made the most of the time to familiarize himself with the theme song.
Jonathan's singer has a very discerning ear; he was just thinking that the sound quality from the phone's speaker wasn't good when the doorbell rang.
During the Star Show rematch, Jiang Songhe used the living room's audio-visual system to help Jonathan complete his work as a judge via a transoceanic connection. Jonathan still remembered how to start up the equipment.
He had originally intended to play dumb and take the opportunity to call Jiang Songhe, but then he thought it would be better to give Jiang Songhe a work-related surprise when he returned.
After the initial surprise, it seemed easier for Jiang Songhe to become completely hers.
Jonah was overjoyed, eagerly anticipating the reward that was just around the corner. He waited in the living room from dawn till dusk, until he was ready to sing without a script, but Jiang Songhe still hadn't returned.
Don't be impatient, he probably has many other important tasks to handle.
That's perfect; it gives me more time to prepare properly.
Jonathan went to the kitchen and took out the hawthorn and tangerine peel drink that Jiang Songhe had taught Wasin to make from the refrigerator. He took a few sips, then went upstairs back to Jiang Songhe's room, took out the licorice candy jar, and then spread out the "battle robes" that he had brought from Maner to Jingting from the suitcase onto the sofa.
While enjoying licorice candy, Jonathan carefully selected a nude-colored antique-style silk V-neck robe with crisscross straps. Under the bedroom light, it would shimmer with a soft, shimmering sheen, with just the right amount of transparency and drape.
There is no inner layer.
By nine o'clock in the evening, Jonathan was starting to feel a little rushed and uneasy. He quickly took a shower, then came out, filled the bathtub with hot water, and added a lavender bath oil ball.
Thinking that Jiang Songhe might be shy, I added another one.
He dried his hair until it was half dry and smooth, then smelled the same woody scent on himself as Jiang Songhe in the mirror. He then left the bathroom, put on a large robe, and loosened the crisscrossing straps at his chest.
Just then, the familiar roar of an engine came from outside the villa, eventually coming to an end downstairs.
Two loud bangs, one strong and one weak, as if the trigger sound of a countdown, made Jonathan not have time to think about why there were two. He hurriedly stuffed all the clothes on the sofa into his suitcase, zipped it up, and kicked it into a corner.
The fingerprint lock on the first-floor door beeped, and he pursed his lips and took a deep breath.
As the slow, deep footsteps drew closer, he smiled and went out to greet them.
His clothes fluttered as he swept them across the stair railing, and he took the person's hand.
The light shone on Jiang Songhe's eyelashes, creating two jagged shadows that made her appear even more aloof.
Jonathan felt inexplicably sad. He wanted a passionate and straightforward response from the person in front of him, something that would bolster his courage and impulse. So he took one of his hands, folded it behind his back, and gently embraced him.
As the cold wind and the smell of tobacco filled his arms, Jonathan smelled an unexpected scent.
liquor.
A strong smell of alcohol wafted from Jiang Songhe's heavy breathing, making Jonathan's earlobes sting slightly.
Jonathan hesitated for a few seconds, his mindset quickly shifting from "hoping he's sober" to "it's actually easier to win him over when he's drunk." He then distanced himself, pressed his fingertip against one corner of Jiang Songhe's lips, kissed him lightly a few times with their noses touching, and whispered, "Hold me."
The large hand that was hanging down fell to his lower back, sliding down a few inches from the soft fabric, following his curves, then suddenly stopped and moved up again.
Once Jonah caught her, he defiantly dropped his hand, grabbed her, and forcefully pulled her down again, covering her ten fingers with his own and scratching her.
"..." Jiang Songhe wrapped his arms around his neck, tilted his head back, and stared at him for a while. The distance was too close, making it difficult for anyone to see his expression.
What went wrong? Was her outfit too flamboyant? Or was her complexion not looking good? Jonathan started to get a little anxious and angry, and irritably tried to bite Jiang Songhe's Adam's apple, but he didn't want to bite too hard.
After all, she had personally promised "I won't bite him anymore".
Still not satisfied with just one bite, it used its tip to make circles, but Ding Ye remained unmoved by the bone peak.
Jiang Songhe finally showed some encouraging reactions, her Adam's apple bobbing in her mouth and her breathing becoming heavier.
Jonah took the opportunity to cross his hands behind his back and lock them together, then lifted his knee and lifted the hem of his trench coat to explore with his small moon covering.
"!" Jiang Songhe's breath hitched. She bent over, pulled out her hand to support him, and pushed Jonathan's shoulder back with her chin. "Don't worry about him falling."
Without giving him any time to react, Jonathan's feet were suddenly twisted apart, and he was airborne the next second. His arms fell down with his shoulders, and Jonathan's heart suddenly sank. He quickly raised himself up from behind and hooked his arms around Jiang Songhe's neck.
Jiang Songhe carried Jonathan into his room, then pressed him against the wall and let go.
Jonathan's legs landed naturally, his arms still hooked around her. He lingered on Jiang Songhe's lips for a moment, then, as if afraid she would run away, he stepped barefoot on Jiang Songhe's instep, pinning her to the spot, before feeling safe to approach her and prepare to launch his attack.
Jiang Songhe, however, seemed like a mischievous cat deliberately teasing him. He raised his chin to dodge, and with his large hand, he slipped through Jonathan's embrace and slowly began to unbutton his trench coat from top to bottom.
"Heh." Based on Jiang Songhe's reaction just now, Jonathan naturally interpreted her current behavior as a calculated attempt to win him over. She raised an eyebrow, licked her canine teeth, and leaned against the wall with her arms crossed to admire him. "Haven't seen you all day, President Jiang has gone astray."
Jiang Songhe remained silent, unbuttoning his trench coat, then loosening his belt, and finally unbuttoning his shirt and tie. [Here he takes off his trench coat, my sleek, old man!!!]
Jonathan patiently waited until the tie was completely loosened, thinking that now it should be time to get down to business. He then stepped into Jiang Songhe's triangular territory and eagerly wanted to help untie the remaining door lock.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Songhe took a step back, turned smoothly, and went to the dressing room.
"..." Jonathan was left standing there, and it took him a long time to process what was happening.
Following the way Jiang Songhe carried her back to her room, Jonathan recalled Jiang Songhe's words in the early hours of the morning: "It's dirty if you don't take off your clothes."
So it was because of my cleanliness obsession. It must be because of my cleanliness obsession.
Then a bubble bath would be perfect.
Jonah convinced himself to pull himself together and was about to go in to extend the perfect invitation when he saw Jiang Songhe come out of the dressing room in a sexy flannel two-piece pajama set, holding her phone, and sit directly on the sofa outside the bedroom.
Then, slowly lifting his eyelids, he spoke somewhat awkwardly to Jonathan, whose brows were furrowed, in a nonchalant tone: "I... uh, I still... have some work... to take care of."
F*ck (grass), has he ever been through drug rehabilitation?!
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Whether Jiang Songhe was genuinely busy or pretending, his eyes were glued to his phone screen, constantly swiping and tapping, and he didn't give Jonathan any attention.
With her competitive spirit ignited, Jonathan blew down her bangs and loosened the crisscrossing straps even more. She walked to the sofa with cat-like steps and sat down next to Jiang Songhe like a snake.
"What kind of work..." Jonathan carefully chose his tone, one hand resting on the outer armrest of the sofa, the other loosely grasping Jiang Songhe's forearm hanging in the gap in front of him, resting his chin on his heavy, firm shoulder, "So drunk and you still have to deal with things in a hurry?"
"We need to approve the payment process for tomorrow's recording studio expenses." Jiang Songhe zoomed in on a blank area on the screen, pretending to switch hands to hold the phone, but Jonathan pulled him away. He finally turned his head and looked down. "Tsk, I need to sign."
"You sign yours." Jonathan reached forward, took Jiang Songhe's hand, turned it over, and handed it back to her. "I'll help you take it."
"..." Jiang Songhe sighed, turned the phone to his left hand, and then tried to write the character "Jiang" on the blank area with his right index finger.
Perhaps because he thought his surname was written ugly, he frowned and stared at the crooked "Jiang" character for a long time, before angrily emphasizing "Qingping".
Jonathan found this side of him extremely rare, and at the same time, found his dazedness strangely endearing. His anger gradually turned into playfulness, so he handed the phone closer and more steadily, pressing his chest against his shoulder, and using his eyelashes to flick the skin on the side of his neck: "How about this?"
Jiang Songhe wrote and rewrote, going through several iterations, and finally submitted and uploaded a version that he was relatively satisfied with.
"All done?!" Jonah's eyes lit up. He locked the phone screen by stacking his fingertips on top of each other, then leaned close to Jiang Songhe's ear and blew a soft breath. "Are you tired? Do you want to take a shower?"
Jiang Songhe jolted awake, switched the phone from her left hand to her right, and unlocked it: "Not yet."
"Ugh!!!" Jonathan roared and gave Jiang Songhe a whack on the head. Although he couldn't understand the complicated process on the page, he knew that Jiang Songhe did have work to do, so he had to restrain himself with the principle of being a reliable boyfriend and didn't cause any more trouble.
After idly playing with Jiang Songhe's fingers for half an hour, Jonathan couldn't stand it any longer. He realized that if he didn't take a bubble bath soon, the bath would get cold and the bubbles would disappear. So he took the initiative again.
"I... memorized the theme song of 'Yan Ge Xing' today." Jonathan boasted, while wrapping his aching arm on the sofa armrest around Jiang Songhe's shoulder and neck, lifting her chin with his long fingers and turning her towards himself. "Naughty, huh?"
Her pupils and lips trembled in unison for a moment, then quickly looked away, turning back to the annoying phone screen: "Hmm."
“I want a reward.” Jonathan knelt on the sofa, his five fingers encircling his waist, his free hand pushing against Jiang Songhe’s other shoulder and pressing it against the back of the chair. He then kissed the faint red mark on his lips.
Seeing that Jiang Songhe did not resist, Jonathan KZ went up to her, lowered his head and continued to kiss her, his strength becoming more and more fierce: "This nightgown... is too ugly... makes you look like... an old man... take it off for me..."
Long, slender fingers rubbed from his chin to his neck, then down from his collarbone, unbuttoning one of his buttons.
A prairie fire, swaying in the breeze.
Just as the third button was about to be unbuttoned, Jiang Songhe shoved Jonathan aside.
"What's wrong with you?! Are you crazy?!" Jonathan's eyelashes turned red, and her eyes instantly filled with tears. "I'm about to...!"
"I'm a little tired today." Jiang Songhe frowned, closed her eyes, smoothed her hair, and stood up. "I'm sorry."
After saying that, she walked towards the bathroom, but returned shortly after entering. She reached out her fingertips to the corner of Jonathan's eye, then changed direction and lifted her head of silver hair, gently rubbing it: "You go to sleep first, I'm going downstairs to take a shower."
"Will you come back?"
"Um."
Jonathan didn't move or speak again.
After Jiang Songhe left the room, he covered his face and took a long breath, then slammed his fist on the sofa in utter frustration.
"I'm fucking... about to leave..."
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