Chapter 87 "Do you like it this way?"
Bo Jinzhou rang the doorbell directly, and Chu Yao opened the door.
Chu Yao, dressed in a flashy pink pajama set, swaggered to open the door. "Who is it?"
When Chu Yao met Bo Jinzhou's cold and sharp eyes, his legs would still go weak involuntarily, but when he thought of how Bo had hurt Mianmian, he immediately straightened his chest and said with great force, "What are you doing here? Let me tell you, I will absolutely not let you hurt Mianmian again."
Bo Jinzhou merely gave him a cold glance before looking at Jiang Yimian, who had hurriedly come out.
The girl was wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown and cute fluffy slippers. Her black hair was slightly curled and fell smoothly over her shoulders. Her skin was snow-white, and her cheeks were flushed from the warmth of the heater. Her bright eyes were so clear they seemed to drip water.
Bo Jinzhou frowned, reached out and shoved Chu Yao aside without ceremony, and walked straight towards Jiang Yimian. Chu Yao was pushed so hard that he crashed into the wall and let out a howl.
His tall figure loomed over Jiang Yimian. He wore a black overcoat over a stiff, handmade suit, with a gray scarf on top, exuding an aura of nobility, aloofness, and unapproachability.
Bo Jinzhou's fingertips were slightly cool. He grasped her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, frowning as he asked, "Why are you dressed so scantily?"
Chu Yao exploded: "Let her go!"
Bo Jinzhou glanced at him coldly, which startled Chu Yao so much that he coughed violently.
Jiang Yimian coughed lightly, shivering from the cold aura emanating from him: "What are you doing here?"
Bo Jinzhou also noticed that he was a little cold, so he took half a step back, looked down at her, and smiled: "Go to sleep."
Jiang Yimian blinked, not understanding what he meant.
Song Zhou placed a set of pajamas on the shoe cabinet and closed the door behind him.
Chu Yao was dumbfounded. "What do you mean?"
Bo Jinzhou took off his coat and covered her with it, wrapping her up tightly. "Don't dress like this next time."
Seeing his actions, Jiang Yimian teased, "Bo Jinzhou, Yao Yao is a sister to me, and you're already jealous?"
Chu Yao was even more confused. What was going on?
Bo Jinzhou snorted coldly, "His body is that of a man too."
Chu Yao stomped his foot and roared, "No way, what's wrong with you two? Can't you talk to me?"
Jiang Yimian peeked out and smiled sheepishly: "Yaoyao, I'm sorry, I kept something from you."
Chu Yao: "Huh?"
Bo Jinzhou pressed her shoulders and pushed her into the room, saying, "Why bother explaining so much to an idiot?"
Jiang Yimian clicked her tongue: "You're not allowed to scold Yao Yao."
Chu Yao: "Exactly, why are you insulting me?"
Bo Jinzhou was unhappy that she defended Chu Yao, but considering that Chu Yao and Tan Yusu had been by her side all these years, he didn't pursue the matter further.
As Chu Yao passed by, he took his pajamas and said, "Don't pry into our affairs. I'm just using your space, thanks."
Chu Yao laughed in exasperation, "You might as well not have said thank you at all, it's like I owe you something."
When Bo Jinzhou came out of the shower, only a bedside lamp was on in the room, its warm light creating a soft ambiance.
Jiang Yimian lay on the bed, her long, slender, white legs swinging up and down. Her skirt was very short, barely covering her buttocks. She was holding her phone, explaining the whole story to Chu Yao.
Chu Yao was furious; he never expected that even he had been kept in the dark.
Jiang Yimian originally planned to keep it a secret until the end of the month, but she didn't expect Bo Jinzhou to come looking for her that very night.
The man's eyes darkened, his throat went dry, and he strode over to sit on the edge of the bed, placing his large hand on her slender waist.
His voice was hoarse and deep: "Too thin."
Jiang Yimian turned around and sat up. "We agreed to separate first. What if you suddenly show up and get discovered?"
The man's gaze lingered intensely on her bare chest. "She doesn't have the ability to follow me."
Jiang Yimian was very wary: "That won't work either. Don't come tomorrow."
Bo Jinzhou wrapped his arms around her waist, spread his legs, and pulled her onto his body, kneading the thin fabric and pinching her waist. "How can we sleep if we don't come?"
Jiang Yimian braced her hands against his chest, her eyes darting away: "Just sleep like that, do you even need to teach me how to sleep?"
Bo Jinzhou's long, slender fingers tucked a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, the slight touch sending a shiver down his spine. "Are you sure you can sleep?"
"It's late, let's go to sleep."
Bo Jinzhou, however, wouldn't let her have her way and gently bit her lip, "Did you drink all the medicine?"
"Of course I drank it all. You can ask Yao Yao if you don't believe me."
He took her lips in his mouth, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I'll check it myself."
Her breath was completely stolen away. Jiang Yimian gripped the fabric of his gray bathrobe tightly. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down, and her snow-white skin was flushed with a blush, making her both innocent and alluring.
He was tall and easily pinned her down. Jiang Yimian glared at him and said, "Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"
Bo Jinzhou's voice was low and hoarse, "It won't stop me from serving you."
"Jiang Mianmian, you had a crush on Lin Zhiren, right?"
This statement, though seemingly gentle, carries an undercurrent of displeasure and threat.
Jiang Yimian's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately shook her head: "No, I was just saying that in anger."
Bo Jinzhou coldly retorted, "Talking in anger?"
"No, no, I was just making things up for the sake of acting," she said with a fawning smile.
"Heh, you can't remember someone you liked when you were a teenager? Your memory is that bad? Let me help you remember, hmm?"
Bo Jinzhou's slender fingers gently untied her thin bra strap. "Do you like it this way?"
Jiang Yimian trembled slightly, "Bo Jinzhou, you're so naive. You promised to act."
The man ignored him and deliberately asked, "Who do you like more, me or Lin Zhiren?"
"Between him and me, who do you care about more?"
"In your heart, who weighs more, me or him?"
"You, you, it's all you, okay?"
The man wasn't satisfied, and bit her collarbone: "Are you happy with me? Are you joyful?"
"Does Lin Zhiren have this kind of happiness?"
Jiang Yimian closed her eyes, her breathing became labored, and her voice tightened: "There's nothing like that between him and me, and you can't really compare us like that."
Bo Jinzhou was somewhat appeased and held her hand tightly, saying, "Baby, you can wear this dress at home from now on."
Jiang Yimian stopped him, "No, this is someone else's home."
Bo Jinzhou raised an eyebrow: "Good boy, Chu Yao's family is our family."
Grasping his knee, the man's gaze burned like fire.
"Honey, do we really have to act in this play?"
Jiang Yimian's voice was broken: "Yes, that's how we can fool Lu Yiwan."
The man lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "Do I need to lie? It's a done deal; she can't turn things around."
Jiang Yimian: "Let her be happy for two days. I like to see her break down."
Hearing the sound of the bed legs, Bo Jinzhou laughed: "This bed isn't very good quality. You still say your beds are good. You're not picky at all."
Jiang Yimian's eyes were hazy, and her red lips were slightly parted. "Everything was fine before you came."
At the end, Bo Jinzhou was about to put the remaining T in the drawer when he saw this. Jiang Yimian remembered that the drawer was full of her medicine, so she immediately closed the half-open drawer.
"Wait a minute, put it here. These are all Yao Yao's things."
Bo Jinzhou narrowed his cold eyes at her, "Why are Chu Yao's things with you?"
Jiang Yimian lied with ease: "You know how quickly Yao Yao changes boyfriends. He buys so many strange and unusual things. When he can't fit them all over there, he puts them here with me."
Bo Jinzhou stared at her suspiciously, and Jiang Yimian, afraid of giving herself away, quickly urged him, "Hurry up and put me down so I can take a shower."
Upon hearing about the bath, Bo Jinzhou's expression became intriguing. "Aren't you ashamed?"
Jiang Yimian snorted: "Are you going to wash or not?"
Bo Jinzhou chuckled and put the condom into the other bedside table drawer, then picked her up and said, "Wash it."
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