Chapter 24 "Can I touch your abs?"...
Zhu Mengming's tone was clearly commanding, but Jiang Shan managed to hear a plea in his voice.
How strange, Zhu Meng's eyes were as red as luscious, creamy strawberries, but the hand gripping her sleeve was tighter than a dog biting its owner's trouser leg.
It looks like a puppy about to be abandoned by its owner, pretending to be strong while feeling wronged.
Although judging by its size... it should be a big dog.
Yes, a wolfhound.
Zhu Meng was unaware that in Jiang Shan's mind, the order of order, family, genus, and species had been rearranged.
His mind was filled with only four words: copy, paste, arrange, and combine, which would just be enough to make a couplet.
First line: I miss my loved ones, I miss my loved ones, I miss my loved ones.
The second line reads: "Endure, endure, endure."
Although it doesn't conform to the rhyme scheme of rising and falling tones, it is concise and to the point. In just over ten words, it expresses his truest thoughts after his rationality collapsed.
Zhu Meng's eyes were bloodshot from holding back tears. Jiang Shan stared into his eyes and thought he was trying to hold back his tears.
She was truly taken aback.
There's a saying that a man doesn't easily shed tears. Although there's a follow-up to that saying, "It's only because he's not truly heartbroken," judging from Zhu Meng's appearance, it seems he has reached a point of deep sorrow, and it's not that he can't cry.
But the one who was just scolded and beaten wasn't him, it was Chen Feng, right?
He seems a bit like a tease...?
Zhu Meng tugged at Jiang Shan's sleeve, initially just gently pinching it.
He wanted to preserve the kingdom, but he didn't want to restrict its freedom. So, like a lonely whale in the deep sea, carrying a body full of pain, he let out a long, mournful cry to the humans who didn't trust him.
Jiang Shan really hasn't left.
She maintained the position of touching Zhu Meng's head, and even though her arm was sore from being tense for so long, she didn't move.
Jiang Shan originally intended to withdraw his hand.
But as soon as she moved, tears welled up in Zhu Meng's red eyes.
Like a virtuous husband who has been deeply humiliated.
Wow, the CEO who always has a cold face is actually so pitiful when he cries, with tears streaming down his face.
Jiang Shan is the type of person who responds better to gentle persuasion than force.
I can't stand seeing other people cry.
Especially those who maintain a stubborn, unwilling-to-show-weak expression on their face, but actually care a lot inside.
...because that's who she is.
She helps such down-on-their-luck people because she hopes that when she herself is in such an embarrassing situation, someone will also be there to hold an umbrella for her.
Do good deeds and don't worry about the future.
"Can I put my hand down and rest for a bit?" Jiang Shan held back for half a minute before telling Zhu Meng the truth, whose blinking frequency was several times faster than usual due to physiological tear stimulation, "My hand is numb, I want to rest."
Zhu Meng was stunned.
Three seconds later, he nodded against his will.
He wasn't a completely wicked person, but he wasn't a good person either.
He's the kind of person who, once he's tasted something delicious, wants to have another bite... a greedy person.
He didn't want to give up the country, but he had to be patient.
He had already frightened her once by taking Jiangshan's hand without permission, but Jiangshan was kind-hearted and forgave his reckless behavior.
If we do it again, we might scare her away.
As the distance between them increased, the ambiguous pink bubble between them gradually dissipated.
Zhu Meng tried to hold back, but couldn't resist any longer and cautiously moved towards Jiangshan.
He never imagined that he, a child from a wealthy family who had been trained in physical fitness since childhood, would one day approach the snow lotus in his heart in such a disheveled state.
His etiquette teacher would laugh his head off if he saw this.
But he doesn't care about saving face anymore.
The mountain won't come to him, but he comes to the mountain... The distance between him and the country has widened so much, he's going crazy.
Jiang Shan didn't notice that Zhu Meng and she were getting closer and closer. However, the lower half of her legs, which were not covered by the long skirt, suddenly felt a little hot, as if an unknown heat source had pressed against her without warning.
Looking down, I saw Zhu Meng silently approaching.
Like a stray cat shivering in the winter, unable to find a place to stay, it wants to enter a human's home for warmth but is afraid of disturbing others, so it can only curl up and anxiously squat at the door.
Jiang Shan was surprised for two seconds before he realized it.
Zhu Meng is undoubtedly a primate, belonging to the family Hominidae and the genus Homo. In her mind, however, she seems to have become very distant from humans.
Staring at the huge, helpless lump beside his calf, Jiang Shan had a sudden inspiration.
She understood why Zhu Meng's illness almost always occurred on rainy days, and why she always looked so pitiful.
Is he... afraid of thunder?
A tall man who's almost 1.9 meters tall is actually afraid of thunder, which is kind of cute!
Having grown up in the south, thunderstorms are a common occurrence for Jiang Shan.
She had only ever seen female protagonists who were afraid of thunder in novels and TV dramas, but she never imagined that she would actually meet someone who was afraid of thunder in real life, especially a man.
The seemingly aloof and composed domineering CEO is actually afraid of thunder. Is this what they call a cute contrast?
That's so interesting.
Jiang Shan narrowed his eyes, like a young hunter who was inexperienced in the ways of the world but full of adventurous spirit, who had searched the world for a long time and suddenly found that his target was both far away and right in front of him.
Perhaps Zhu Meng isn't as unyielding as she seems on the surface?
After all, he cooks so well and is also very efficient at housework.
An ordinary man like me wouldn't bend down to do these things.
However, thunder is a natural phenomenon; the heavens can thunder or stop thunder whenever they want. Even if she wanted to help, she was powerless to do so, and could only offer some words of encouragement and guidance.
Let's confirm it first, just in case Zhu Meng isn't afraid of thunder.
Jiang Shan was afraid that the noise from the rain would be too loud, and that Zhu Meng, who couldn't even hear the word "cousin" clearly, wouldn't understand what she was trying to ask. So she gathered her skirt and squatted down as well.
Zhu Meng didn't understand why Jiang Shan squatted down, but seeing the suppressed smile on her lips, he was a little puzzled.
How could his disheveled appearance possibly amuse Jiang Shan?
...So his physiological tears were actually quite worth it.
Zhu Meng was still pondering why Jiang Shan's eyes were filled with mocking joy when, in the next second, he heard a question he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Are you afraid of thunder?
"Crack—" Another clap of thunder sounded outside.
Zhu Meng clutched his chest, feeling as if his old virgin heart had shattered into two pieces.
He? Is he afraid of thunder?
How could that be!
"I..." Zhu Meng was a thousand times more indignant, his brows furrowing deeply. He was about to righteously declare that he was a thirty-year-old man with rich social experience and wouldn't be afraid of thunder, but unfortunately, he was interrupted by physical discomfort. "Ugh!"
Another muffled groan, which could be misinterpreted, escaped from his mouth.
Zhu Meng cursed under his breath.
Is his body that of a spy sent by a rival company?
I deliberately chose the moment when he was about to explain to counter his moves.
Is he afraid of thunder and rain? He's afraid of the itching and pain on his body on rainy days.
This is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!
Zhu Meng's hesitant expression only solidified Jiang Shan's resolve.
She patted his shoulder with a smile: "Actually, you don't need to be so shy. Everyone has things they're afraid of. Some people are afraid of spiders, some are afraid of snakes, some are afraid of horror movies. In my hometown, some people are even afraid of cockroaches or thunder... It's quite normal."
Zhu Meng's nose was filled with the fragrance of Jiang Shan's hair, his mind was dizzy, and only one thought remained.
He cannot be afraid of thunder.
This is his dignity as a man.
“I, oh, no…”
Zhu Meng paused for several seconds after saying a single word, almost panting like a worn-out accordion.
His lips, already red from the abundance of blood, turned an even more translucent crimson with the presence of his bewildered saliva.
Like a peeled peach, its entire body is covered with the words "Come and eat me!"
Even more deadly was that, with Zhu Meng's heavy breathing, the window in his shirt, which was already open, opened even wider, revealing his snow-white chest muscles.
Faint pink dots are also faintly visible.
It can't be broadcast any further.
Jiang Shan's eyes were exceptionally bright and agile.
She was an honest and simple woman; she had never seen such a vibrant and sensual scene before.
It's a real-life version.
Wow, Zhu Meng's pecs are amazing.
Her lips couldn't help but curl upwards in a smile.
"Okay, okay, I know you're not afraid."
Zhu Meng felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
...She actually still doesn't believe it, does she?
He shrugged and pulled his head back between his knees in frustration.
Like a mimosa plant that would bloom at the slightest touch, it resolutely closed up, silently expressing its helplessness.
Jiang Shan poked his forehead.
"Where did you put the medicine this time?"
Zhu Meng risked his dignity of thirty-two years, but only managed to maintain silence for three seconds.
"...Eating that won't help."
Ordinary medications are no longer effective in suppressing his skin hunger.
It's possible that drug resistance is at play.
It's also possible that... what he needs is no longer medicine.
Jiang Shan's mind was filled with thoughts of "there's a problem, how do I solve it?"
"Then what should we do?"
Zhu Meng shrank back and slowly peeked out from between his knees. The corners of his eyes were still a little red, but his pupils had regained their usual icy calm.
When the two are combined, he is like a dancer who is half-concealing his face while playing the pipa, seemingly both reluctant and welcoming.
"Could you please lend a hand one more time?"
Oh, it's "extending a helping hand" again, she knows how to do that.
“Sure.” Jiang Shan didn’t think much of it and stretched out his hand.
But the next second, she lost her composure.
Why is Zhu Meng kissing her hand?
Just like some foot massage parlors use fish to nibble away dead skin on people's feet, it's so itchy!
This was originally a somewhat presumptuous gesture, since the two lips and the palm of the hand touching would feel too foreign, but Jiang Shan could still accept it.
The main problem was that Zhu Meng's eyes were too devout.
He was like a proud knight bowing down to the queen of his kingdom, showing his loyalty.
Oh, a loyal big dog.
After kicking Zhu Meng out of the primate eye once again, Jiang Shan relaxed completely.
She'd become more comfortable with practice. The last time in the car, Zhu Meng had grabbed her hand and rubbed against her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable and unsure of how to sit.
This time, she still had the mind to be curious.
"Zhu Meng, will kissing my hand help you?"
May your Adam's apple bob.
Does Jiang Shan know what she's saying?
She deliberately chose the moment when he needed comfort the most to say those seductive words.
If only his willpower were a little weaker...
"meeting."
Jiang Shan raised one eyebrow curiously.
Why?
At this moment, Jiang Shan's scientific thinking was finally fully displayed.
Like a perfectionist academic genius, she meticulously held her notebook and asked the teacher, who was "not feeling well," why this problem had to be solved in this particular way.
Zhu Meng really couldn't think of a suitable explanation.
...Because even if you change the person, there will still be no solution.
Having lived proudly for over thirty years, Zhu Meng graduated from top universities along the way. Even if she didn't pursue a career in business, her future in scientific research would be so bright that she wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
He once thought that only the so-called unsolved mysteries of the world could stump him.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized he was just an ordinary person, and that he also had problems he couldn't solve.
"I have no idea."
Jiang Shan wasn't too concerned about the answer.
During the time when she was obsessed with studying, she took answers very seriously. But after being hurt hundreds of times by reading comprehension and composition questions in Chinese, she finally learned a painful lesson.
Not every question has a so-called standard answer.
Even exam papers with specially designed question setters don't necessarily have a standard answer, let alone every little situation you encounter in life?
Jiang Shan shrugged: "Oh, it's fine if there's no underlying principle, as long as it helps relieve your symptoms."
Her "magnanimity" reminded Zhu Meng of his disrespectful behavior earlier.
"Ahem," Zhu Meng coughed lightly, his ears burning slightly. "Jiang Shan, I'm sorry for not asking your opinion beforehand when I brought you here last time."
He wanted to say, "Can you forgive me?", but after hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't say it.
Although he admitted his mistake and apologized to Jiang Shan, in Jiang Shan's eyes, the nature of the matter was probably so egregious that she could not forgive him.
By adding that sentence, wasn't he forcing her to forgive him?
This is shameless moral blackmail.
Whether she forgives me or not is up to her.
"Um... if you want to apologize, could you come with me to Disneyland?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Zhu Meng's eyes.
She was willing to forgive him, and the conditions were so simple.
Ah, she is such a kind person.
His gaze was so intense that it made Jiang Shan's mind conjure up inappropriate, lewd thoughts. She turned her head slightly away and said, "I've always wanted to go to Disneyland, but I'm missing someone to go with. I wonder... when you'd be free?"
Zhu Meng hates being asked the same questions, because it means he has to repeat what he said before.
This always made him feel that the listener wasn't paying attention.
But when it comes to the country, he doesn't mind saying it again.
I don't mind at all.
When Jiang Shan asked him if he was free, she meant she wanted to put him on her schedule. He was more than grateful to have a place on Jiang Shan's schedule.
"Jiangshan," Zhu Meng said, his slightly flushed cheeks resting against Jiangshan's hand. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he opened and closed his thin lips, gently caressing Jiangshan's palm. "Your words are always at my command."
Jiang Shan stared at Zhu Meng's shirt, which was mostly open, his mind wandering.
"Actually, I have another question I'd like to ask you."
Zhu Meng's eyes were filled with tenderness: "Go ahead."
Jiang Shan's upturned lips resembled a weight on a scale.
"Can I touch your abs?"
Zhu Meng was utterly astonished.
shore.
In a secluded corner where no one paid any attention, Chen Feng limped to a roadside flowerbed, cursing under his breath as he crawled.
This damned country, it's all abusing its power!
He plopped down on the roadside bench with a fierce air, but because his buttocks had been thoroughly beaten several times, he stood up with a shudder from the pain.
In the end, Chen Feng could only pout as he pulled out his phone and tearfully dialed the number—"Auntie."
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