Master 28
Song Jing glanced at Jiang Qixin, somewhat bewildered. She pursed her lips, pondering how to explain her relationship with He Mian to her. Actually, her relationship with He Mian wasn't something she kept secret.
It's just that she doesn't like to show off what she does, not even her feelings, so even though she dated He Mian for quite a while, she didn't openly announce their relationship to anyone.
Song Jing always felt that the more she flaunted something, the easier it would be to lose it. This mentality also made her not like to show off and prefer to do things quietly.
Moreover, Song Jing felt that she was just an ordinary person, and she was not someone who attracted much attention, so there was no need for her to deliberately tell everyone about her relationship status.
In addition, because she and He Mian had previously discussed not to easily show their relationship in the company, even her closest colleagues did not know their actual relationship.
Song Jing thought for a long time but still couldn't say a word. She touched the back of her neck awkwardly, until Jiang Qixin spoke first, interrupting her hesitation.
"Sister Jingjing, I always thought you two were just flirting, but I didn't expect your relationship to be so close. Are you living together?"
Song Jing didn't have time to respond to Jiang Qixin's question, but instead caught her first words, "Why do you think we're being ambiguous? Aren't we hiding it pretty well?"
Jiang Qixin looked around and saw that her other colleagues at their workstations had not yet come to the office. She covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing for a long time.
After he had laughed enough, he spoke again, "Sister Jingjing, do you know that every time you and I go to the cafeteria to eat, I can see Mr. He behind you. He often stares at you. If I didn't know you didn't hate Mr. He, I would have thought he was a pervert."
"Also, Mr. He sometimes comes to our office. We're not clerical workers, so there's nothing to see here. Every time he comes out of the elevator, his eyes are fixed on you. Sometimes when you go to the lab, he takes one look at our office and leaves. And last time, when the department went on a team-building trip..."
Jiang Qixin immediately started talking, her mind full of images of Song Jing and He Mian.
After all, Jiang Qixin has watched countless romantic movies and TV dramas and has been in love once, so he is still a little sensitive to these feelings.
"Stop talking, stop talking." Song Jing hurriedly stopped Jiang Qixin from speaking. "Is it really that obvious?" She covered her face with her hands that had just been wiped clean with a wet towel, and rarely showed such a shy expression in front of Jiang Qixin.
"Okay, I won't say anything. If you want me to keep it a secret, I'll keep it in my heart." Jiang Qixin put his hand in front of his lips and made a zippering gesture.
She was not the kind of person who talked too much. Although gossip was human nature, the only people she could talk to in the whole company were Song Jing and her colleagues in the same laboratory. It was not difficult to help Song Jing keep the secret.
Although Jiang Qixin didn't know why Song Jing and He Mian didn't make it public.
"Thank you for your help." Song Jing made a please gesture.
Jiang Qixin suddenly raised her hand. "I remember something. My family used to have a white cat with a spot on its ear and heterochromia." Jiang Qixin took out her phone and flipped through the photo album for a long time before finally finding a photo. She handed it to Song Jing. "Do they look alike?"
Song Jing lowered her head and looked at the photo in front of her. It was a photo of Jiang Qixin and a boy who looked about the same age holding a white kitten. Although the pixels were not particularly clear, the kitten's appearance was indeed very similar to the little white cat she picked up last night, even the only black stripe on its body was the same.
"Yes, they are quite similar."
"But my kitten died of old age." Jiang Qixin glanced at the photo and her tone was a little depressed. In this photo, she was the only one still alive in this world.
"You've had a cat before. Do you want to find another one now?" Song Jing opened her eyes wide and suddenly remembered that the little white cat was waiting for an adopter.
"Didn't you say before that your house seemed to be haunted? Maybe having one more creature at home would be better." Song Jing didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but cat gods like He Mian existed in this world. In addition, Jiang Qixin's expression looked a little different recently, so Song Jing's train of thought gradually went astray.
"Yeah, sure. My landlord wants to let me get a cat." She paused, then hesitated again. "But I haven't had a pet in a long time."
But then she thought, Jiang Qixin might not have the energy to raise a kitten, so Song Jing quickly added, "Qixin, if you want to adopt one, then adopt it, or you can go and see if you like it. If it's not convenient for you to raise a cat, that's fine too, you can go and see if that cat is meant for you."
Jiang Qixin nodded in agreement and made an appointment with Song Jing to go to the pet hospital for a check-up.
The weather is getting gloomy, but the sunlight is still bright during the day, and the sunset tonight decorates the sky magnificently.
The two of them were strolling around the neighborhood to digest their food. Song Jing suddenly stopped and said in a serious tone, "He Mian, I have something to tell you."
It was rare for her to speak to him in such a tone. He Mian was slightly startled and stopped to follow her steps.
He asked back in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"
"Jiang Qixin, the colleague who sits at the workstation next to me, knows that we are together." She put her hand through He Mian's arm and fiddled with his coat with her fingers.
He Mian suppressed the smile on his face. "It's the colleague you had lunch with, right? Jingjing, did you tell her on your own initiative, or..."
"I accidentally let it slip, and I didn't intend to hide it from her, so I told her." Song Jing didn't notice the surprised look on He Mian's face and continued, "But she's the only one who knows, and she kept it a secret for me, not telling other colleagues."
The corners of He Mian's mouth immediately curved down. He frowned and said in a puzzled tone, "How come she's the only one who knows this?"
"Huh?" Song Jing's tone seemed even more puzzled than his. "I just accidentally let it slip when we were chatting." She pulled He Mian and continued walking forward. "Besides, didn't we agree to keep our secret relationship at the company?"
"Yeah." He Mian moved his lips and responded with a bitter voice. He was reflecting on whether it was because he did not give Song Jing a sense of security or did not make Song Jing love him more that she was unwilling to make their relationship public.
Song Jing only then realized that He Mian's mood seemed a little off. She tilted her head to look at his face, "Why do you have such an expression?"
"I just feel that I am not good enough, so I can't stand by your side openly." He Mian spoke the truth. Apart from hiding Xiaomian's identity and lying to her, he would never lie again. Besides, Xiaomao's way of expressing feelings was very direct. She would say whatever she wanted.
Although he is not a real human being, He Mian also knows that the final victim of the saw-mouthed gourd will be himself.
"That's not my intention. I'd rather let things take their own course." Song Jing patted his hands. "Maybe one day everyone will have guessed it."
She just didn't know how to tell everyone.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." He Mian brushed his palm through her hair and touched the back of her head. "I'm very obedient, right?"
"You are the most obedient." Song Jing followed him down the stairs.
"What's the reward for being obedient?" He Mian continued to push forward.
"How about I reward you with ten kisses?" Anyway, even if she didn't say it, He Mian would hug her and ask for kisses every day at home. Song Jing just finished speaking when she saw He Mian coming closer. She quickly covered He Mian's mouth and said, "I'll reward you when I get home."
"I want twenty kisses when I get home."
"All right."
"Why do you sound so reluctant?"
"Okay!" Song Jing said again in a happy voice.
…
He Mian accompanied Song Jing and Jiang Qixin to the animal hospital at the appointed time. Even He Mian felt that the little white cat they picked up was very similar to the kitten Jiang Qixin had raised before.
Jiang Qixin rarely spoke to He Mian, and it seemed that she didn't even have any direct work to do, so she basically only talked to Song Jing.
"This hospital feels so big. There are more than just kittens and other small animals here." Jiang Qixin leaned against Song Jing and whispered.
"Well, we can treat many pet diseases. The doctor can give you a full-body report very quickly. You can familiarize yourself with it later to see if it is suitable for you." Song Jing said with a smile.
Jiang Qixin nodded silently.
It is difficult to explain the magnetic field and fate. When the little white cat saw Jiang Qixin, he became very close to her and became a little bolder.
But when it saw He Mian, it retreated silently. Perhaps it was a little scared of He Mian because it had lost so many fights, even though Maine Coons are considered to be relatively docile cats. The little white cat probably still remembered the revenge that He Mian had given it for sterilization.
Afterwards, Jiang Qixin took the little white cat home to see if the adjustment period could go smoothly. Song Jing later asked Jiang Qixin about the little white cat and she said that the kitten was very well-behaved and docile.
Song Jing looked at the photos of the kitten taken by Jiang Qixin. The kitten looked much more energetic than when it was discharged from the hospital, and even a little fatter.
"Hey, He Mian, I saw Xiaobai's recent photos. He seems to have gained a little weight and looks so cute." Song Jing was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone. When she heard He Mian's footsteps walking into the room, she started talking to him.
He Mian is really too clingy, and the two of them are now no different from living together.
We should stay together when cooking, eating, and even the time from bathing to bedtime should be together.
Even when sleeping, I want a hug.
Song Jing even had a space in her wardrobe for He Mian's clothes. He Mian's house seemed to have become just a decoration for him now.
Not hearing He Mian's reply, Song Jing turned over in bed, only to find that he had put on the kitten ear headband and bell collar again. She looked at He Mian and gave him a meaningful smile.
"Do you want to raise another kitten?" He Mian replied leisurely, but his words were full of jealousy.
Although He Mian knew that people would be unable to walk when they saw cute things, his selfishness and possessiveness made him unwilling to see Song Jing being too intimate with other people or other cats.
"I didn't say that. I have only raised the kitten Xiaomian in my life." Song Jing said with a pout.
She lay on the bed with her elbows propped up and looked at the little bell on his neck. When He Mian walked, the bell swayed too slightly to make a sound.
It was not until he walked to the bedside and leaned over with his hands on Song Jing's side that the bell fell down and swayed around with his leaning movement, making a tinkling sound. He was wearing the same shower gel scent as her, and a similar smell lingered between the two of them.
Song Jing was somewhat addicted to this same fragrance. She buried her head in his shoulder and smelled it for a while before looking up at He Mian. Then she raised her hand and used her fingertips to fiddle with the bell on his neck.
"Cute." She couldn't help but say, "But why are you wearing this bell collar and kitten headband tonight? Are you playing Pyjama Kitten?"
He Mian had just finished a shower, and his body was still damp and hot. He was wearing his silk pajamas, with the top button still undone, revealing a hint of his chest.
He actually has a very good figure. Firstly, he often faces the possibility of danger, so he has a certain level of defensive skills. Long-term high-intensity exercise has also created a muscular body. In addition, Song Jing likes people with good figures, so He Mian has been deliberately exercising.
The half-revealing pajamas just happened to reveal his chest line.
"If you like me, I'll play with you more like this. Tomorrow is the weekend, so you can sleep longer." He Mian tilted his head and kissed her neck. The bell on her neck rubbed against her clothes, and the crisp sound of the bells accompanied by a sticky sucking sound filled the room.
Song Jing held onto his shoulders and felt a little numb from the kiss. Even though she had been kissed by him many times, her heart rate still soared and her head felt dizzy.
Her hands slowly moved down from his shoulders. When her breath was about to run out, she put her hands on his chest and pushed it with some force, reminding He Mian that it was time to end this deep kiss.
He Mian leaned on her shoulder and took a deep breath. The hot air he exhaled sprayed on her neck, making her feel a little itchy.
Song Jing couldn't help but smile and turned her head away, pushing He Mian's head with one hand to keep his breath away from her.
He Mian washed his hair tonight and blow-dried it, and it became smooth and soft to the touch without being prickly. Song Jing followed her own movements and touched his head again.
He Mian moved in the direction of her palm, and took the initiative to rub his head against her palm. The bell on his neck jingled again as He Mian fell over.
The sound of this bell is not loud, and it will not be noisy even if it rings all the time.
Song Jing poked his fake cat ears and then poked the bell hanging around his neck.
"Jingjing, you really like bells." He Mian lay on his side beside her and hugged her again. He leaned over and whispered in Song Jing's ear.
Song Jing had once bought a collar with a bell for him when he was still a little rabbit, but later Song Jing heard that the bell might affect his hearing, so she replaced the collar with a safety lock.
"It's very cute, don't you like it?" Song Jing put her arms around He Mian's neck, and her delicate and smooth wrists rubbed and scratched gently against the leather collar.
He seemed to chuckle, "I like it. As long as you like it, I like it. I also brought a new toy tonight."
"What toy?" Song Jing didn't think much about it for a moment, and thought it was just a cute toy in the literal sense. Until she saw He Mian took out a pair of bell anklets from somewhere, she was a little surprised, and even her eyes widened a little.
"What, what is this?" Song Jing glanced at it hesitantly.
"Wear it on the ankle." The bell made a clear but not annoying sound as He Mian shook it.
Song Jing looked at this object, something she had never seen before, with a certain curiosity. She seemed to have only seen it in TV dramas, where perverted emperors and concubines would hang bells on their beds, arms and legs.
"It's worn on my ankle." He Mian looked at her expression and thought she might be a little shocked, so he added.
Everything he did was just to please Song Jing, so these props were only used on him as tools to make her happy, and Song Jing just had to enjoy them.
"Do you want to play with this? If you don't like it, I won't wear it." He Mian clearly saw the curiosity and eagerness in Song Jing's eyes, but he still asked inquiringly.
The amber-gold eyes were so charming that He Mian blinked and gently shook the anklet in his hand. "Jingjing, do you want to try it?" he asked again.
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