The room was quiet and filled with a faint fragrance.
Jiang Fei looked at the boy in front of her. The warm light made the boy's eyebrows and eyes look hazy. He no longer looked innocent and harmless. His expression was indifferent and abstinent.
He asked her if she liked it.
Jiang Fei was quiet for a moment, then lowered her eyes uncomfortably: "Xiao Cuo, what do you mean by this?"
Jiang Cuo's gaze swept over her lips, and he smiled, "I noticed that you seemed quite interested in Song Yan, so I guessed that you probably liked him dressed like this..."
As he spoke, he leaned closer to her, gazing deeply into her eyes: "Isn't this what you like, sister?"
“Xiao Cuo!” Jiang Fei paused, “No matter what kind of person I like, you don’t need to dress like this. You’re my younger brother…”
“Sister,” Jiang Cuo interrupted her, gently placing his finger on her lips to stop her from saying anything more, “Don’t say I’m not your biological brother, even if I were…”
He smiled and said, "It still won't stop my sister and I from being together for the rest of our lives."
There were only them, no other wild men.
Jiang Fei's face paled slightly: "Xiao Cuo, you..."
“To be honest,” Jiang Cuo frowned, then tilted his head helplessly, “sister, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me, or even if you like someone else…”
"Anyway, I don't mind becoming like whoever you like or what kind of person you like."
Jiang Fei stared at him blankly, without saying a word.
"Were you scared?" Jiang Cuo gently lifted her hand, stroked her cheek, and tilted his head to rub against her palm with pleasure. "Sister, you are so affectionate, you will never love only one person in your life."
“Shen Fang, Song Yan, and perhaps others will appear in the future.”
"They can't calm your mind, but I can..."
Jiang Fei abruptly pulled her hand back, muttering under her breath, "...Are you crazy?"
"Is this what you call crazy?" Jiang Cuo laughed.
The things he tried to do to her, and almost succeeded in doing, were the real madness.
Now, he can watch her stand clean and fresh in the sunlight, but she cannot abandon him in the shadows.
Because without sunlight, there is no shadow.
Jiang Fei continued to stare at him, her face slightly pale.
Jiang Cuo gently stroked her cheek: "It's my fault for not letting you know my feelings for you sooner. You must be very tired today, so get some rest."
After saying that, he straightened up and walked towards the door, even his back view seemed to exude a sense of restraint.
Only after closing the door did Jiang Cuo lower his head and glance at his clothes, his eyes gradually turning cold and indifferent.
Just as I was about to go back to my room, I heard a slight noise downstairs.
Jiang Cuo frowned slightly and turned to hide in the darkness.
Wenjuan's voice: "Why are you back so late again? Did something happen at the company?"
"It's alright," Mr. Jiang smiled. "If you come home this late in the future, you won't need to get up again after you've rested..."
The rest was nothing more than small talk.
Jiang Cuo gave a silent sneer and turned to go back to his room.
Wenjuan's words made him stop in his tracks.
Wenjuan said, "Was it that devil Jiang Lin who did this? He ruined the business deal you had already agreed on at all costs..."
Jianglin.
Jiang Cuo lowered his eyes, which didn't surprise him much.
Jiang Lin is a crazy old man.
But ironically, this little madman understood that old madman perfectly.
Because even he initially considered destroying the Jiang family.
This naturally includes Jiang's father.
However, now.
Jiang Cuo narrowed her eyes; Jiang Fei seemed to really like her father.
Jiang Cuo stood in the dark corner on the second floor for nearly an hour before Wenjuan and Jiang's father finally went to rest.
Jiang Cuo did not return to his room. He remained staring at Jiang Fei's closed door, lost in thought.
After a long while, he slowly stepped forward.
He closed Jiang Fei's door, but didn't lock it.
The room was dimly lit, and Jiang Fei was already asleep, lying soundly on the bed.
Jiang Cuo walked to her bedside, squatted down, and looked at her slightly turned face. Her breathing was even, and her lips were still almost imperceptibly swollen. He reached out and gently rubbed the corner of her lips, looked her over for a while, and then laughed.
"Sister, I'll give you some time to have fun."
As for who to play, it doesn't matter.
Anyway, once he comes back, he can always take his place.
Jiang Cuo left.
The moment he left, Jiang Fei, who had been fast asleep, opened her eyes, glanced at the closed door, and then smiled faintly.
The reason for Jiang's father's late returns these past few days has become clear: Jiang Cuo must have gone back to find Jiang Lin.
And the favorability rating above his head rose to 90 the moment he left...
...
The next morning, Jiang Cuo was indeed nowhere to be found. Jiang's father had also gone to the company early, and Aunt Wen, worried about him, went with him.
After having breakfast, Jiang Fei went straight to school.
It was still early, and there weren't many people in the class when she arrived.
Thinking that her relationship with Song Yan had been restored yesterday, she shrugged and walked directly to the corner opposite Song Yan's seat to sit down.
When Song Yan arrived at school, she felt a mix of inexplicable unease and relief.
Today, Jiang Fei should be sitting next to him again, just like before, and he will finally no longer have to stay alone in the corner, watching her back.
However, as soon as he entered the classroom, he walked towards his seat as usual, but then stopped abruptly and turned to look at the other side.
Jiang Fei was sitting there, casually flipping through a thick book.
It was exactly the same as when she ignored him a while ago.
Feeling a pang of frustration, the first thought that popped into Song Yan's mind was: she had changed her mind.
Given her personality, it's not surprising that she might go back on her word from yesterday.
But... Song Yan unconsciously clenched his fist, and finally walked towards her.
The others around looked at Song Yan in surprise. Since the start of the semester, the two had tacitly agreed to "break up." Yesterday afternoon, Song Yan took the initiative to say that he wanted to talk to Jiang Fei. Today, Song Yan took the initiative to sit next to Jiang Fei.
This means...they've made up?
Moreover, judging from this situation, it seems that the unattainable beauty took the initiative to seek peace?
Jiang Fei noticed a darkness beside her and turned to look.
Song Yan was sitting next to her with his lips pursed, not looking at her, as if he was sulking.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "Student Song..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Yan interrupted him: "Song Yan."
"Um?"
Song Yan finally turned to look at her: "My name is Song Yan."
Not the annoying "Classmate Song".
After saying that, he looked away.
Jiang Fei looked at his profile, smiled for a long time, and then said nothing more.
The course was boring, and Song Yan no longer needed to listen to it. So he simply took out the documents and materials related to the Song family's business dealings and carefully examined them.
Jiang Fei listened to the lecture casually while flipping through the historical records in front of him. He found it very interesting to read through human history from beginning to end.
But after a while, even the most interesting things become boring.
Jiang Fei simply turned her head to look at Song Yan. She had to admit that Song Yan's eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful, with a sense of aloofness. But when he looked at her with reddened eyes, he was both cold and charming.
After watching for a while, Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes and sighed softly, "Boring."
Just as I finished sighing, a hand appeared in front of me.
Jiang Fei frowned and looked at Song Yan, who was still looking at the documents, but his left hand was habitually stretched out in front of her.
It was just like when she used to pull his hand over and play with it casually when she was bored.
Seemingly unaware of the movement for a while, Song Yan turned his head, glanced at her, then at his left hand, before suddenly realizing what was happening and trying to pull his hand back.
Jiang Fei had already grabbed his hand, casually bent his slender fingers, then unfolded them, played with them for a while, and then simply pulled his forearm over, resting it on his head and pretending to doze off.
Song Yan's body stiffened. Her hands were very soft and warm, as were her cheeks. She gently rubbed against his arm, bringing a slight tingling sensation.
I was a little dazed looking at the dense text on the document in front of me, and it took me a while to come back to my senses.
Noticing the growing noise around him, Song Yan closed the document in front of him, turned his head to look along his left arm, and was stunned again, his thoughts becoming chaotic.
Jiang Fei was still resting her head on his arm, staring intently at him for an unknown amount of time.
"Finished reading?" Jiang Fei asked softly.
Song Yan was still confused, and nodded vaguely.
Jiang Fei smiled, took the folder in front of him, opened it, held it up to block the view of the people around her, and then leaned close to him, looking at him with bright eyes.
Song Yan's breath hitched for a few seconds.
He knew what she meant; she often did this before when she wanted to "practice."
But right now, this is the first time the two of them have sat together in a long time, and people around them are glancing at them in a subtle way. Kissing her at this moment would be tantamount to being watched by others.
But Jiang Fei remained calm as she looked at him: "You begged for it."
Song Yan felt a heavy weight in his chest; he had begged for her to become her plaything.
So, she's still playing him.
Song Yan clenched his fist, gave up arguing, lowered his eyes, and kissed her with a self-abandoned expression.
Faint whispers could be heard from the surrounding area.
Jiang Fei suddenly sat up, avoiding Song Yan's lips, and smiled, saying, "I've changed my mind."
After saying that, she stood up and walked outside: "It's time for lunch."
Song Yan stood frozen in place.
Someone whispered nearby, "Song Yan was about to kiss Jiang Fei, but he was rejected?"
"Isn't that a bit too daring? This is still a classroom!"
"Even the aloof male god has fallen..."
Only Ruan Tang in the corner had her head down, her eyes red-rimmed.
She saw it all.
Before, she could still deceive herself by saying that Song Yan might have been forced.
But just now, she clearly saw that it was Song Yan who took the initiative to lower his head and try to kiss Jiang Fei.
Song Yan listened to the sounds around him, his lips pressed tightly together. Jiang Fei had gotten her wish.
His success made him the subject of controversy and criticism.
After pausing for a while, he got up and walked towards the artificial hill behind the campus.
Jiang Fei was already waiting there. When she saw him, she frowned and complained, "Why are you so late?"
Song Yan looked at the two lunch boxes in front of her.
She was waiting for him.
Perhaps, it wasn't her intention to make him the target of criticism at all.
She had just left the classroom; she probably had no idea what people were saying about him.
This thought reached its peak when Jiang Fei leaned against his knees to rest after lunch.
If she wanted to humiliate him, she had a million ways to do it; perhaps she just wanted to... tease him a little.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Fei asked casually, resting her head on his knees and observing his unpredictable expression.
Song Yan looked down at her without saying a word.
Jiang Fei didn't hear a response, so she tilted her head back slightly, raised an eyebrow, and reached out to stroke his Adam's apple: "Hmm?" The last syllable of her voice was slightly raised, carrying a hint of seduction.
Song Yan's throat tightened. He propped himself up on his knees, lowered his head, and kissed the corner of her lips, gently sucking on her lower lip with a hint of caution.
Jiang Fei chuckled softly, "So enthusiastic?"
Song Yan lowered his head, his gaze unfathomable: "Isn't that what you meant?"
Touch his Adam's apple, toy with his emotions, and then kiss him.
Jiang Fei was silent for a moment: "This time, it really isn't."
She wasn't the one who wanted to do that.
Song Yan's body stiffened, and the favorability rating above his head was in a shocking mess.
“However…” Jiang Fei added slowly, “Your kissing skills have improved.”
His favorability rating instantly returned to 90.
Neither increase nor decrease.
Jiang Fei: "..."
In the days that followed, Jiang Fei and Song Yan began to be seen together again, and countless rumors flew around.
Some say that Jiang Cuo has been away from school recently, so Jiang Fei and Song Yan have been seeing each other secretly.
Some say that Jiang Fei and Jiang Cuo are just siblings, and that Jiang Fei has always liked Song Yan. However, this claim has been refuted, since it was common knowledge that Jiang Fei liked Shen Fang.
Some say that Song Yan was forced to be with Jiang Fei...
Aside from partially agreeing with the last statement, Jiang Fei did not offer any further comment.
During this period, Jiang Fei and Song Yan's relationship almost returned to what it used to be. They went to and from school together, had lunch together, and even spent time together during class.
If there's any difference, it's that now it's Song Yan who takes the initiative to sit next to Jiang Fei every time.
That evening, Jiang Fei went to the Song family.
After talking with the old man for a while, Jiang Fei went to Song Yan's room.
Song Yan was still looking at the documents, while Jiang Fei leaned against the door watching him.
As Song Yan flipped through the documents, he lost some of the boyishness he had on campus, instead exuding the aura of a mature man, though his eyes and brows still held a hint of youthful innocence.
The allure that lies between boyhood and manhood.
Jiang Fei watched for a while, then stepped forward.
His favorability rating subtly shifted as she approached.
Jiang Fei walked up behind him, reached out and rubbed his shoulder, then leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Aren't you done yet?"
Song Yan's body stiffened. The warm breath she exhaled as she spoke sprayed against his ear, carrying a delicate fragrance and warmth that stirred his heart. Yet, her words sounded like those of a wife caring for her lover, rather than someone deliberately toying with him.
wife.
Song Yan's fingertips trembled slightly, and he quickly regained his senses: "...Mm." He responded softly, his voice slightly hoarse.
Jiang Fei chuckled and glanced at his increasingly obvious change in favorability: "Then you go ahead and do your thing."
As she spoke, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.
Song Yan tightened his grip on the document; his body found it increasingly difficult to resist her approach, even though she hadn't done anything inappropriate.
But he didn't like this feeling, it was like... he was sexually frustrated.
"Stop fooling around," Song Yan said in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei laughed. "If this counts as making a fuss, then what about this?"
As she spoke, she naturally sat on his lap, looking at him with innocent eyes.
Song Yan pursed her lips, looking at her flamboyant, fox-like eyebrows and eyes; she was clearly doing it on purpose.
She deliberately watched him make a fool of himself, just to amuse herself.
Song Yan lowered his head, deciding to ignore her: "I still need to look at the documents."
"You do your thing, I'll do mine," Jiang Fei said frankly.
Song Yan glanced at her, then looked away, trying his best to focus on the documents in front of him.
She sat in his lap, her fragrance constantly wafting into his nostrils, and she would even move occasionally.
Song Yan gripped the document tightly, his fingers turning white from the force, resisting the desire in his heart.
Jiang Fei, however, insisted on going against him, turning her head to look at him: "Song Yan?"
Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he looked at the document, remaining silent.
Jiang Fei: "You're really ignoring me?"
Song Yan remained silent.
Jiang Fei frowned: "If you don't say anything, don't blame me for being impolite."
Song Yan paused for a moment, then looked down at her: "Have you ever been polite..." but his voice grew weaker and weaker.
With just one glance, he was as if bewitched, unconsciously looking at her slightly upturned lips, like a flower petal covered in morning dew. His defenses slowly crumbled, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Hearing Song Yan's words, Jiang Fei laughed out loud, straightening up in his arms to block his view of the documents: "The documents contain my..."
Before I could finish speaking, my phone suddenly rang.
Song Yan was stunned.
Jiang Fei stood up from his lap, took out her phone and glanced at it.
The message that was buried can be summed up in just one sentence:
I have something to tell you, it's very important.
Just as Jiang Fei was about to turn off the screen, her phone rang again.
A message from an unknown number:
Now that we've come to the Jiang family, it's going to be a good show.
It's not Jiang Cuo's phone number.
Jiang Fei frowned, turned off her phone, and asked in her mind, "System, where is Jiang Cuo?"
[System: At the Jiang family's house, he's not in good condition.]
Jiang Fei pondered for two seconds, then turned and walked towards the door.
"Jiang Fei!" Song Yan's voice suddenly came.
Jiang Fei paused, turned to look at him, glanced at his still lustful eyes and the sweat on his forehead, and smiled, saying, "Congratulations, you've achieved the feat of remaining unmoved by a woman's advances."
After saying that, the person had already left the bedroom.
Song Yan stared at the empty doorway, listening to her say goodbye to her grandmother. After a long while, he stood up, walked to the window, and watched her walk to the door, get into the car, and leave.
The doorway was empty, but Song Yan was still staring at it in a daze. The sweat on his forehead hadn't dried, and the heat in his chest hadn't cooled down, but the person had already left.
Just now, the name that flashed briefly on her phone screen was Shen Fang.
Song Yan's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his gaze gradually merging with the darkening sky outside.
Jiang Fei, even when playing around, gave up so easily halfway.
Song Yan's favorability rating: 95.
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