Chapter 28 Chapter 28 "Don't you dare? You used to be very...
If she didn't take any responsibility, Qiao Yu really wanted to believe Jiang Mian.
Some people believe that he stayed in the Jiang family because he was investigating money laundering, and some people believe that he pretended to be a couple with others because of the interests involved.
Believe that he only has yourself and loves only yourself, and will not let you down or abandon you.
All of this was so beautiful. Jiang Mian was really good at making up lies. If Qiao Yu hadn't overheard the phone call by accident, it would have been so perfect that there wouldn't be a single revelation.
But how could it be such a coincidence?
I had a car accident just after I went abroad, and the car accident happened to cause me to lose my memory. I was stuck at that point in time, and all my worries were eliminated.
He had no choice and he was innocent.
Then who is wrong?
"Have you really lost your memory?" Qiao Yu asked tiredly.
He was very tired and didn't want to be tossed around in lies and deception or to dwell on it. He just wanted to know what happened, no matter what the truth was, to give an explanation to his eighteen-year-old self.
It doesn't matter whether the sincere heart you gave away is thrown away or broken.
Since he gave it away, he had no intention of taking it back.
"Really." Jiang Mian said.
Qiao Yu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He laughed lightly, laughing at Jiang Mian and also at himself.
I opened my eyes again, looked at that familiar face, traced the facial features, and found something strange in them.
Jiang Mian curled his lips and pressed his thumb under Qiao Yu's eyes: "I won't lie to you."
There is a small mole on Jiang Mian's nose bridge. It is very light and not very obvious. You need to get very close to see it clearly.
Qiao Yu used to stare at Jiang Mian's face when he was sleeping. The little mole was his anchor point, and if he could see it clearly, it meant that they were very close at the moment.
Later when they were together, Qiao Yu would unconsciously look at him a few times before each kiss.
Although they had been together for a short time and had only kissed a few times, Qiao Yu was usually too embarrassed to look into Jiang Mian's eyes at that time, so she lowered her gaze slightly, which happened to fall on the little mole.
It is tied to breathing.
When Qiao Yu saw it, Jiang Mian would kiss him.
Just like now.
Warm lips pressed against him, and the tip of her tongue gently pried open his mouth.
Qiao Yu did not resist, but just lowered his eyes, like a corpse rotting inside.
No anger, no sadness, no happiness.
His emotions were drained by repeated deceptions, and he didn't know how to deal with the boy who once depended on him.
The kiss had a different meaning. It was so intimate, yet it felt so far away that it could not be touched.
Jiang Mian stepped back a little and then hugged Qiao Yu.
Their chests were pressed together, sharing each other's breathing and heartbeat, as if only in this way could Jiang Mian feel that Qiao Yu was really here, a living person, in his arms.
"Have you hugged enough?" Qiao Yu said softly, "I want to go back."
"Sleep here," Jiang Mian's hand slid down from his arm, grasped Qiao Yu's fingers, lowered his head and gently rubbed them, "I plan to bring grandma here tomorrow. It's airy here and comfortable to live in."
Qiao Yu pulled his hand out: "No need."
"It's useful," Jiang Mian chased after him and grabbed it again, "Also, don't get so close to Ji Zhongyuan."
Qiao Yu frowned when he heard the name "Ji Zhongyuan".
"He has other feelings for you, can't you see?"
Qiao Yu withdrew his hand very forcefully.
Jiang Mian's hands were empty and he raised his head.
"Don't mention Brother Yuan." Qiao Yu said.
Jiang Mian's eyes darkened slightly, and he asked, "What did I say wrong?"
"So what?" Qiao Yu asked back, "Even if there really is something going on between me and Brother Yuan, it's not your turn to make a comment."
Jiang Mian can say anything, but he can't say Ji Zhongyuan.
Ji Zhongyuan had been with Qiao Yu through his most difficult days. Now that life had gotten a little better, Jiang Mian suddenly came out and said something like this, which was irritating to Qiao Yu.
"Yes," Jiang Mian smiled again, "so you are fine."
It sounds like a question, but also like an affirmation.
He ended the topic with this sentence and did not allow any rebuttal.
But Qiao Yu insisted on continuing.
"What can I do with you?"
The smile on Jiang Mian's face slowly disappeared.
Once the corners of his lips drooped and his brows furrowed, his eyes became sharp.
They know each other too well and accurately grasp each other's pain points.
Even a simple word is like an extremely sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart and causing blood to flow.
Qiao Yu felt happy.
"I have known Brother Yuan since I was three or four years old. Can you compare with him?"
Jiang Mian lowered his head, his forehead pressed against Qiao Yu's, and the tip of his nose also touched it.
He raised his hand and grabbed his jaw, forcing Qiao Yu to look up: "Why are you trying to provoke me by saying these things? Be careful or I'll lock you up."
The hot breath brushed his face, and Jiang Mian's voice was low and dangerous.
Qiao Yu subconsciously closed his eyes, then he remembered that Jiang Mian should still have a fever.
He didn't understand why he was like this, but he couldn't control some of his emotions, and his anger burst out like a gust of water.
Jiang Mian was in pain, and he was in pain too.
"I want to go back." Qiao Yu turned around and pulled the door lock.
Jiang Mian held his wrist and put his face close to Qiao Yu's ear and said, "Sleep here tonight."
Qiao Yu pushed him away and repeated, "I want to go back."
Jiang Mian put his hand on the door, and used his arm to trap Qiao Yu in his arms, and gave the same answer: "Sleep here tonight."
Silence stretched between the two, and an argument was about to break out.
Without waiting for Qiao Yu to speak, Jiang Mian bent down first and picked him up horizontally.
The backpack fell to the ground. Qiao Yu struggled all the way using his hands and feet, and was thrown on the bed with his back facing up.
Jiang Mian pressed down his thighs, locked his wrists, leaned over, and kissed Qiao Yu.
Although the other party was not cooperative at all, Jiang Mian enjoyed it and kissed his eyebrows and eyes again.
"Shall we just leave it like this?"
Qiao Yu knew that resistance was useless, so he simply kept quiet.
Jiang Mian touched his eyelashes. Qiao Yu turned his face away, but he chased after her and continued to touch her: "I will come back to accompany you and grandma after I finish my work over there. We will be reunited as a family and stay together forever, never to be separated again."
Qiao Yu found it funny: "Jiang Mian, do you think it's possible?"
Jiang Mian paused, then smiled and replied, "Maybe."
"Then why don't you let me go?" Qiao Yu moved her wrist, "You know I will walk if you let go. I will walk. If you have the guts, break my legs and tie them here. Otherwise, I will always walk."
Qiao Yu will leave, using all the time for the rest of his life.
As long as Jiang Mian was careless and left a flaw, he would seize the opportunity and leave without looking back.
Jiang Mian's expression darkened again.
"Who are you and your family? Stop dreaming. Even if Brother Yuan didn't exist, I would find someone else. I will spend my whole life with someone else. Who do you think you are?!"
Qiao Yu's voice gradually increased, and the last few sentences were almost shouted while looking up.
He said, feeling tired, and fell back into the bed.
Jiang Mian adjusted his posture, released Qiao Yu's hand, and pressed it against his face: "What are you talking about? Didn't you release it?"
Qiao Yu looked at him straight.
"Who else do you have?" Jiang Mian's index finger brushed across the end of his eye, followed by a little warm moisture, which he gently twisted away with his thumb, "Roommate in the dormitory? Or senior in the studio?"
Qiao Yu's pupils trembled: "You..."
Jiang Mian chuckled: "Could it be that woman?"
Qiao Yu grabbed Jiang Mian by the collar and shouted uncontrollably, "Don't mess around!"
Jiang Mian held his hand and rubbed it soothingly, coaxing him but also threatening him: "Ayu, it's you who should stop messing around."
Qiao Yu was a little overwhelmed.
Does Jiang Mian really want to spend his whole life with me? impossible.
He just couldn't bear to give up either side, so he was eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, wanting both.
"Why do you do that?" he yelled. "If you want to leave, just leave. If you want to come back, I have to accept you? Why do you do that? Why do you interfere with my life now? And why do you want me to wait for you?!"
Jiang Mian looked at him steadily: "Because I love you."
Qiao Yu suddenly became quiet.
His chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing was rapid and anxious.
"Then you must sever your ties with the Jiang family right now, immediately. You must stay here and never go back!"
Jiang Mian was silent for a moment, then said, "Only one year—"
"That's enough!" Qiao Yu hugged his head, "I just knew it..."
like? Where does love come from? It's just the possessiveness at work.
Jiang Mian can have a girlfriend and a normal family in the future, but this is not enough. He wants excitement while having stability, and a rebellious past is a good choice.
"Can you let me go..." Qiao Yu's voice trembled, "I don't want to be like this. I don't want to be like this with you."
Wrongly, confusingly, immorally mixed together.
"There's no chance for us," Qiao Yu said, "I don't like you at all."
"It's okay," Jiang Mian stroked his hair, "As long as I like you."
This mentality of "If I can't get your heart, having your body is not bad either" made Qiao Yu feel desperate. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he would be taken advantage of.
"Like me?" Qiao Yu forced a smile and then ripped open his collar.
Jiang Mian held his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fuck me," Qiao Yu lifted up his short-sleeved shirt, "Don't you want to? Sure, can you let me go after we're done? Young Master, can you go find some other fun too?"
"Ayu," Jiang Mian's voice trembled, "Don't be like this."
"Then what do you want from me?!" Qiao Yu tried to pull Jiang Mian's clothes, "Do you like playing hard to get? Or do you like me to beat you and scold you? Can you change to someone else after you're done? I also--"
The words were too harsh, Jiang Mian leaned over and covered his mouth.
The belt buckles made a crisp sound, and the bedding and clothes were mixed together and twisted into indescribable shapes by the legs.
The rough palms rubbed against her skin, causing Qiao Yu's waist and abdomen to arch slightly.
He was very thin, with very white skin, a thin layer of muscle covering his ribs, and a slightly concave hip bone.
Jiang Mian held Qiao Yu's back and lifted him up, letting his head rest on a pillow.
"Don't you dare?" Qiao Yu's eyes were red, and she bent her knees to push against Jiang Mian's thighs. "Weren't you very good at it before?"
Through the thin layer of clothing, he could feel the stiffness of the person on top of him.
Although they broke up shortly after they got together, it was still a few months, and it was easy for two people to have conflicts when sleeping together.
Qiao Yu was quite embarrassed and liked to turn around and hide herself.
But Jiang Mian was shameless. Not only did he rush to admit it, he also insisted on teasing Qiao Yu.
It's okay to dodge once or twice, but four or five times becomes a bit difficult.
When Jiang Mian grabbed Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu felt like she was burning all over. Although she knew everything she should know at the age of seventeen or eighteen, it was all pure theoretical knowledge and she had basically no practical experience.
In addition, Qiao Yu usually has a heavy academic workload and sleeps with Jiang Mian, so she basically doesn't do that by herself.
The first time he was held by someone, he could hardly bear it. His body was shaking violently and he hid his face in the quilt, curling up in pain like a snail covered in salt.
But Jiang Mian didn't do what he wanted. He used his free hand to pull his chin up and put his forehead against his: "Ayu, kiss me."
Qiao Yu panted and put his arms around Jiang Mian's neck.
Although her mind was in a mess and she didn't know anything, she still obediently moved closer and kissed him little by little like a chick pecking at rice.
"Ayu, kiss me."
The hoarse voice tormented his eardrums, the past and the present overlapped and staggered, the boy in his memory had relaxed facial features, and the immaturity between his eyebrows faded away.
He pulled Qiao Yu's arm, hung it on his shoulder, gave her gentle kisses, and repeated them softly in her ear.
"Ayu, kiss me."
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