Yuan Jiang's warm breath, carrying a delicate fragrance, brushed against Shen Xiaomin's ear, making his eyelashes tremble.
As if bewitched, he tilted his head slightly, his bright black eyes staring intently at her alluring and delicate lips, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly, and sweat beading on his forehead.
"Y-hello..." Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she was so nervous that she felt like she was about to faint. Shen Xiaomin's mind was a mess, and she even breathed softly.
Yuan Jiang's lips curved into a deeper smile, a wicked glint flashing in her eyes. She slowly stood up, tilted her head to look at him, and extended her hand: "Hello, I'm Yuan Jiang, shall we shake hands?"
Shen Xiaomin's gaze slowly shifted to Yuan Jiang's hands. They were a pair of fair and slender hands with distinct finger bones, a small mole on the side of the wrist, and clear blue veins on the protruding wrist bone.
Shake hands?
Shen Xiaomin nervously pursed his lips, his fingertips trembling as he raised his hand. Suddenly remembering something, he hurriedly stood up, wiped the sweat from his clothes with both hands, and then grasped Yuan Jiang's hand.
The moment he touched that delicate and tender skin, Shen Xiaomin trembled. The soft, dense touch made him want to gasp. He gritted his teeth to control himself.
Shen Xiaomin's hands were different from Yuan Jiang's. They were slender with distinct bones, but the veins on the back of his hands were prominent, his knuckles were worn shiny red, and the thin calluses on his palms had a granular texture. There were also several light brown scars on the base of his thumb.
Yuan Jiang's smile faded slightly.
The air seemed to freeze for a long time before Yuan Jiang raised an eyebrow and teased, "Shen Xiaomin, how long do you intend to hold on?"
"...Huh?" Shen Xiaomin suddenly realized what was happening, her face turning bright red with embarrassment. She awkwardly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and whispered an apology: "I'm sorry, I... I forgot to let go."
He was met with a meaningful chuckle from Yuan Jiang.
Shen Xiaomin's face was flushed, her ear tips were so red they seemed to be dripping blood, and steam was rising from her head.
"Alright, come with me. Let's go buy you some daily necessities first." Yuan Jiang turned and left, her thick, shiny long hair waving in the air in a beautiful arc.
The delicate fragrance wafted around Shen Xiaomin's nose. He took two deep breaths, bent down, picked up the snakeskin bag, and followed behind Yuan Jiang, whispering, "Miss Yuan Jiang, you don't need to buy it, I brought it."
Yuan Jiang stopped in her tracks, her beautiful fox-like eyes looking at Shen Xiaomin: "You don't need to call me Miss Yuan Jiang anymore, it's too formal."
"Then, what should I call you?" Shen Xiaomin asked politely, looking confused, his youthful face blank.
“I’m three years older than you, so you can call me older sister.” Yuan Jiang raised her eyebrows.
Shen Xiaomin blushed and lowered her head, her mind seemingly preoccupied with something. She swallowed, pressing her tongue against her back teeth, before slowly uttering a sound:
"Sister, sister..." The voice was low, muffled, and hoarse with an ambiguous meaning.
Yuan Jiang smiled without saying a word.
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Sitting in the luxurious and clean seat, Shen Xiaomin looked out the window at the bustling city. His heart sank inexplicably. He shifted his position somewhat awkwardly, carefully turning his head to glance at Yuan Jiang out of the corner of his eye.
Yuan Jiang was driving in the driver's seat. Her profile was beautiful, with well-defined features and a beautiful, superior jawline. She was focused on the road ahead while driving.
Gradually, Shen Xiaomin's gaze fell on Yuan Jiang's lips, full and bright red, as juicy and red as a watermelon cut open in summer, making one want to take a bite to quench their thirst...
Shen Xiaomin inexplicably felt his body heat up, a dark glint flashed in his dark eyes, and he quietly lowered his head and took two deep breaths.
It smells so good...
After arriving at the mall, Yuan Jiang took Shen Xiaomin to buy various daily necessities, including clothes, pants, shoes, and socks.
Seeing the exorbitant price, Shen Xiaomin nodded with trembling eyelashes, silently noting the price in her heart, thinking that she would repay Yuan Jiang when she made money in the future.
Suddenly, Yuan Jiang stopped in her tracks.
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