Chapter 19 On a Bed
The atmosphere in the restaurant froze. Suddenly, a chair leg made a screeching sound, and Jiang Yimian abruptly stood up and stormed off.
Still feeling unsatisfied, she turned around, looked down at him, kicked him, and then slammed his bowl on the table.
Having done all that, she felt relieved and turned to leave.
Bo Jinzhou smiled helplessly, stretched out his long arm and pulled her back. Jiang Yimian lost her balance and fell directly onto his lap.
He supported her back with his large hand, and pinched her cheek with his other hand, "Jiang Mianmian, why are you so disobedient?"
Jiang Yimian moved her legs, struggling violently, "Go to hell, let me go."
Bo Jinzhou held her in his arms like a chick, and played with her cheeks without restraint.
Jiang Yimian turned her face away and bit his shoulder. This time it wasn't as fierce as last time, just a little itchy. Bo Jinzhou's heart pounded, and he picked her up and carried her upstairs.
Jiang Yimian yelled, "Are you fucking crazy?"
Bo Jinzhou put her down, opened the door and pushed her inside. "The medicine hasn't been applied yet. Don't you feel pain in your back?"
Jiang Yimian: "I can do it myself!"
Bo Jinzhou took off his wristwatch and threw it on the table. "What can you do? Don't end up smearing something and not even finding the wound."
Jiang Yimian hugged herself, looking defensive. "You're a man, it's inconvenient for you. Get out."
Bo Jinzhou chuckled, "Princess Mianmian, you didn't know how to wear a bra before, and I had to fasten it for you. Don't you think it's too late to tell me what's a man and a woman now?"
Jiang Yimian's face showed an embarrassed expression. "I was young and ignorant before, but I'm twenty-three years old now. How could I still be so stupid?"
"You're a 25-year-old man, don't you have any shame? Get out of here!"
A woman walked in carrying ointment, and seeing the two of them in this state, she felt that she had come at the wrong time.
When Bo Jinzhou heard her say that she was old, his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed: "I'm old?"
The maid left, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
Jiang Yimian walked forward, saying, "Don't go."
Bo Jinzhou, expressionless, reached out and pulled her back, saying each word clearly, "I'm only twenty-five, how am I old?"
Jiang Yimian: "You're two years older than me, so you are old, aren't you?"
Bo Jinzhou pinched her cheek: "Not old? Try saying I'm old again."
Jiang Yimian was not to be outdone, and stood on tiptoe with her hands on her hips to fight back: "You're just old, an old man who has become a demon, turned into a dog, and everything you do is disgusting, so you're a dog."
Bo Jinzhou bent down, picked her up, put her on the bed, grabbed her shoulders, rolled over and pinned her down. "Yes, I'm not a good person, so what I'm doing now isn't a good thing either."
Jiang Yimian screamed: "You're fucking crazy! How am I supposed to find a partner after you've seen me naked?"
Bo Jinzhou's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Damn it, you still want to find a girlfriend?"
Jiang Yimian turned around and glared at him: "If you can do it, why can't I?"
"Get out of my way!"
Bo Jinzhou, his face tense, pushed her clothes up, opened the drawer to retrieve the spare ointment, and said in a cold, hard voice, "Don't move, or you'll hurt your wound and I won't believe you."
Jiang Yimian lay there in utter humiliation, clutching the sheets tightly, her face flushed, looking like she had been forced into prostitution.
Bo Jinzhou's expression grew even colder as he looked at the scars that had appeared on her once smooth back.
If Lu Wenchang weren't still useful, he would have thrown him into the sea to feed the fish long ago.
After applying the medicine, Jiang Yimian pushed him away, her face flushed as she muttered, "Get out."
Bo Jinzhou was surprised to see her blush. He pinched her chin and lifted her up, saying, "You used to be quite thick-skinned, how come you get more and more shy as you get older?"
Jiang Yimian closed her eyes in humiliation, her smile fake: "You dog, get out!"
Bo Jinzhou chuckled and stood up. His heart had been pounding uncontrollably since he lifted her clothes, but he maintained a calm and composed demeanor.
"Don't take a bath, just wipe yourself down."
Bo Jinzhou went to the gym on the third floor to work out. He felt extremely hot and ran for an hour before taking a shower to calm down.
Bo Jinzhou felt a bit like a beast, as he had repeatedly developed feelings for Jiang Yimian.
He took a big gulp of ice water, and it started raining outside.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
He was shirtless, wearing only black pajama bottoms.
He has been working out for many years and has a great physique with smooth muscle lines, very beautiful thin muscles, broad shoulders and narrow waist. His 1.9-meter height makes his body proportions very perfect.
At this hour, all the servants have gone to sleep, so it can only be Jiang Yimian.
Bo Jinzhou thought for a moment and then put on his bathrobe, the belt hanging loosely around his lean waist.
The door opened, and Jiang Yimian, barefoot, clutched a pillow in her arms, her beautiful eyes looking timid. Bo Jinzhou's breath hitched, his gaze turning deep. "What's wrong?"
His voice was terribly hoarse when he opened his mouth.
Jiang Yimian seemed ashamed to speak, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "Um, I'm scared."
Bo Jinzhou couldn't help but laugh, "Afraid of thunder?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head and then nodded, her eyelashes lowered, covered by long, curled lashes. "The rain was too heavy, it reminded me of that day."
She didn't say anything more, and Bo Jinzhou understood.
That injury definitely affected her a lot.
Bo Jinzhou stepped aside slightly. "Come in, I'll keep you company."
A triumphant glint flashed in Jiang Yimian's lowered eyes. She stepped inside, but after only a couple of steps, she was suddenly lifted into the air and picked up.
The pillow in her hand fell to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Bo Jinzhou frowned, his face cold: "Why aren't you wearing shoes? Don't you know you'll catch a cold?"
Jiang Yimian said softly, "Oh, I forgot, I subconsciously wanted to run to find you..."
These words softened Bo Jinzhou's heart, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up. He put her on the bed and pinched her cheek. "At least you still have some conscience, knowing to come to me first."
Jiang Yimian lay down on Bo Jinzhou's bed.
Just as it was about to rain, she was discussing their upcoming plans with Chu Yao and Tan Yusu in a small WeChat group of three.
Tan Yusu suddenly had a brilliant idea: she should pretend to be weak so that the two of them could speed up their progress.
Chu Yao also thought the suggestion was good, so Jiang Yimian, who was not afraid of thunder and rain, could only say she was afraid against her will.
A loud bang was heard outside. Bo Jinzhou jumped and immediately bent down to hug Jiang Yimian, whispering to comfort her, "Don't be afraid."
Jiang Yimian was in a daze when she heard this and exclaimed "Ah!"
Bo Jinzhou: "Aren't you scared?"
“Oh, yes,” she said in a high-pitched voice, “well, that’s scary.”
Bo Jinzhou's thoughts were in disarray, his heart was pounding, and he didn't notice anything amiss. His body was screaming, and his breathing was heavy. "If you're scared, come into my arms."
Jiang Yimian obediently turned around and buried herself in his arms.
Bo Jinzhou looked down at her head, which was buried like a groundhog, and found it extremely cute.
It seems that this bastard doesn't mind her getting close, otherwise he wouldn't be protecting her so closely.
This step was the right one.
Bo Jinzhou's heart was beating so fast that he felt like he couldn't breathe.
But deep down, I wished the rain would fall even harder.
Another rumble of thunder sounded, and Bo Jinzhou hugged her even tighter, pulling at the wound on her back. Jiang Yimian hissed, "Be gentle."
Bo Jinzhou quickly relaxed a little, his voice low and hoarse: "I'm sorry."
Jiang Yimian closed her eyes again. Sure enough, no man is immune to infidelity. He was with Lu Yiwan, yet he so easily let other women into his bed.
However, this also saved her a lot of trouble.
Bo Jinzhou rested his chin on her soft head and gently rubbed it. The next moment, he suddenly came to his senses and let go.
His face was somewhat ugly, and he even despised his own beastly behavior.
He sat on the ground, gently patted Jiang Yimian's shoulder, and stood guard there.
Jiang Yimian felt that he was a bit strange; he would hug her one moment and put her down the next, sometimes wanting to go to bed, and sometimes hesitating.
Bo Jinzhou scratched his head, feeling very annoyed. They had slept in the same bed before, so why did he have such filthy thoughts now?
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