Extra 1 Jiang x Bo
One month later.
Jiang Yimian still lives in Jiuyue Prefecture. In her spare time, she also needs to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. The Jiang family and the Bo family live far apart, and Bo Jinzhou travels between the two places every day.
Finally, they simply handed the work over to the Jiang family, with Chen Yi and Song Zhou sending documents to the Jiang family every day.
Jiang Yimian's office even provided him with a desk to work at.
The chair creaked as Bo Jinzhou forcibly pulled Jiang Yimian into his lap, lifting her chin and placing his large hand on her waist. His voice was low and husky as he asked, "Move back, hmm?"
Jiang Yimian dodged his kisses, her slender white fingers pushing against the chest of his dark blue shirt. "I won't move. I haven't agreed to remarry yet."
Bo Jinzhou chuckled softly, "We haven't gotten a divorce certificate."
Jiang Yimian's beautiful eyes gleamed with mischief. "Can't I just make a unilateral announcement?"
“No,” Bo Jinzhou kissed her tenderly, making an ambiguous kissing sound, “Baby, we haven’t slept together in a long time.”
Jiang Yimian suppressed a laugh and said with feigned regret, "I got my period this morning and have been taking herbal remedies for over a month."
“And,” she toyed with his dark tie, “the doctor said I’m too weak to have sex.”
Bo Jinzhou was about to explode with rage, gently pecking at her snow-white swan neck, "Is your back sore?"
Her lower back ached terribly every time she had her period. The man's hand moved down and gently massaged it. "How's this pressure?" he asked.
Jiang Yimian nestled in his arms, breathing softly, "Mmm, just hold me tighter."
Bo Jinzhou's throat was dry and his body temperature was extremely high. Jiang Yimian broke out in a thin layer of sweat from the stuffiness. Feeling hot, she pushed him away, saying, "Alright, you should get back to work. I need to get busy too."
Bo Jinzhou kissed her lips. "No rush."
There was a knock on the office door. After her embarrassing social fiasco last time, Lu Xinxin wasn't as impulsive anymore. She waited for someone inside to say "come in" before pushing the door open.
Jiang Yimian sat calmly, her cheeks slightly flushed. Bo Jinzhou leaned against his desk with his back to him, adjusting his tie. The veins on the back of his hands, with their distinct knuckles, were prominent. He wore an expensive, aloof wristwatch. Even his casually tall figure exuded sensuality.
Lu Xinxin suppressed her excitement and placed the document in front of her. "President Jiang, I need your signature."
Jiang Yimian took it, glanced at it, and signed it with a pen.
Lu Xinxin's gaze swept over Jiang Yimian's red lips. "President Jiang, your lipstick color is so beautiful. Do you have a link?"
Lipstick? Her lipsticks had all been eaten, so where did the shade come from? She looked embarrassed, then blinked, "This is my natural lip color, original skin tone."
Lu Xinxin looked on with envy.
The man beside her chuckled softly, and Jiang Yimian, embarrassed, pinched his thigh under the table.
Bo Jinzhou took her hand and intertwined their fingers in front of Lu Xinxin.
Lu Xinxin's eyes were practically popping out of her head as she walked out of the office with a big smile on her face.
Jiang Yimian was going on a business trip to Hangzhou, while Bo Jinzhou was going to England. The two parted ways, and Bo Jinzhou sent a message to Jiang Yimian after arriving in England.
Because of the time difference, the reply times will also be staggered.
Three days later, Jiang Yimian returned to Yanjing, while Bo Jinzhou would have to stay in England for another half month.
On the first day after her period ended, Jiang Yimian went to see an old Chinese medicine doctor at the clinic.
The old Chinese medicine doctor's expression softened as he took the pulse. His voice was slow but clear. "You're recovering very well. Be careful to keep a good mood, and don't overwork yourself. Are you still taking your antipsychotic medication?"
Jiang Yimian shook her head, "I haven't eaten it for a month."
Since witnessing the fire, her fear of fire has dissipated, replaced by a fear of loss, a fear that Bo Jinzhou might die.
After clearing up the misunderstanding and being accepted again, she felt much better. She got plenty of sleep every day, enjoyed her work, and delegated all the troublesome matters to her agent.
With Wang Ma's meticulous care and delicious meals every day, her weight is now starting to increase.
The psychologist also told her that she could stop taking the medication.
She has found a way to cope with her emotions that can be replaced by medication, so she no longer needs medication to control them.
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor nodded. "Alright, I'll prescribe a few more doses of medicine for you. Take them for half a month and you'll be fine."
"Sexual activity is permissible in moderation." The old Chinese medicine doctor remembered that she was married.
Jiang Yimian still had the shyness of a little girl; her face remained calm, but she was extremely embarrassed inside.
At 6 p.m., she and Tan Yusu went to eat barbecue. During the meal, she told Tan Yusu what the doctor had said, and Tan Yusu immediately took Jiang Yimian to a store to buy sexy lingerie.
Jiang Yimian was so embarrassed that she kept running out, but Tan Yusu held her back, saying, "Oh dear, you're an old married couple, why are you still shy? You haven't done 'that' in so long, you have to make him so eager and happy."
Her words were so explicit that Jiang Yimian's ears turned red. "Tan Yusu! How can you be so lewd at such a young age? Have you been corrupted by Huo Yun?"
Tan Yusu brushed it off somewhat perfunctorily, saying, "It would be a shame if you didn't buy some battle robes for us."
Jiang Yimian didn't dare to look at those things that had almost no fabric. She had very little experience in relationships, and in the past few years, she hadn't been interested in such things at all. Although her experience with Bo Jinzhou was quite good, she had no interest in studying these things.
Tan Yusu personally selected several outfits for her so she could try them on when she got home.
Fearing being discovered, Jiang Yimian bought a few more clothes to cover the packaging bag and secretly took it home.
She threw it on the sofa, took out the clothes from inside, and they looked as ugly as if she had eaten shit.
"What's the difference between wearing this and not wearing anything at all?"
Jiang Yimian blushed, imagining how Bo Jinzhou would react to this scene. A chill ran down her spine; it was too perverted.
She went to take a shower, but after careful consideration, she came back and took her clothes inside.
After showering, I put on this piece of cloth and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed pink from the steam, my skin was snow-white and smooth, and the cloth was almost transparent.
There were bells around her waist, which made a clear, silvery sound when she shook them gently.
Jiang Yimian wrapped herself in a bath towel and sent a message to Tan Yusu: "Too revealing."
Tan Yusu: [How can it be considered romantic if it doesn't involve showing skin?]
[Mianmian, don't be so rigid. Shouldn't your first time with Bo Jinzhou, after you've completely cleared up the misunderstanding and opened your hearts to each other, be a little more exciting?]
Jiang Yimian thought it made sense, and she was very satisfied with her figure. Although she was very thin, she had a great figure with curves in all the right places.
She herself blushed when she saw it.
Tan Yusu told her to send a photo to Bo Jinzhou to lure him in.
Jiang Yimian bit her finger, hesitating.
After about ten minutes, she finally made up her mind and took the initiative to send a message to Bo Jinzhou.
Are you busy?
It was already noon in the UK at this time.
Bo Jinzhou was entertaining guests.
Holding a glass of champagne, I picked up the message and was suddenly stunned.
His usually composed face lost its composure; his fingers frantically turned off the screen. Though his expression remained calm, his heart was surging with turmoil, like a flood.
Jiang Yimian waited for his reply with a blush on her face. Was he still busy?
She was about to withdraw when a video call came in unexpectedly.
Jiang Yimian was so startled that she dropped her phone.
Her heart was pounding, and she bit her lip to answer the call.
Bo Jinzhou had his black hair combed back, his face was calm, and he was wearing a suit, exuding the air of a business elite, but there was a turbulent undercurrent in his dark eyes.
His voice was hoarse as he asked, "What are you playing?"
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