The two were very close, and a faint fragrance wafted from his nose.
It was emanating from her, not an unpleasant perfume scent, but a very light, subtle, and pleasant fragrance.
It smells like the fresh, loose soil mixed with the fragrance of flower stamens, emanating from within.
Jiang Fang's peach blossom eyes have very thin eyelids, slightly drooping eye corners, and a rather long eye shape. Her gaze falls on her unadorned face.
Her fair and delicate face had a smooth, translucent complexion with a faint blush, so tender it looked like it could be squeezed for moisture.
Yu Qiao felt a chill run down her spine under his dark gaze, her eyes brimming with tears, and her pink lips pursed.
It looked like he was about to burst into tears: "Brother Jiangfang, I didn't..."
Her voice was soft and sweet.
Jiang Fang lowered her eyes in confusion. How could a woman like Yu Meijiao give birth to such a timid and beautiful daughter?
The pain of a cramp in her left leg made Yu Qiao furrow her delicate brows, and tears welled up in her eyes, revealing her pain.
Just when Yu Qiao thought Jiang Fang wouldn't pay any attention to her, she heard his low, husky voice.
Which leg?
Yu Qiao was taken aback: "Huh?"
Jiang Fang's eyes were icy: "Do I need to repeat myself?"
Yu Qiao: "Left, left leg."
"Um."
Jiang Fang's long, dark eyelashes drooped down. He released her chin, instead holding her ankle and placing his other hand on her thigh to massage and soothe her.
"Hiss~"
Yu Qiao, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "Brother Jiang Fang, please use more force!"
Jiangfang: "?"
After a while, she tearfully said, "Brother Jiang Fang, please be gentler."
Jiangfang: "..."
A few minutes later, Yu Qiao bit her lower lip, her long, fan-like eyelashes trembling: "Brother Jiang Fang, it's ready."
Jiang Fang loosened her grip on her leg with her fingertips.
He stood up, looked down at her, and curled his lip.
"Pour me a glass of iced milk and bring it to my room."
As soon as he finished speaking, he lifted his long legs and went upstairs to the second floor without looking back.
Yu Qiao glanced at her thighs.
Jiangfang is too rude.
They actually pinched her leg until it turned a large red patch.
Yu Qiao mumbled something to her cheek, hesitated for a moment, then stood up, went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and poured herself a glass of iced milk.
Standing at the door of Jiangfang's room, she held a glass of milk and waited for about ten minutes.
He knocked on the door.
"Knock knock—"
There was no response.
Yu Qiao bit her lip and mustered her courage to knock on the door again.
Still no sound
After hesitating for a while, Yu Qiao said, "Brother Jiang Fang, I'm coming in."
He then pushed the door open and entered.
As Jiang Zemin's beloved child, Jiang Fang's room was a full 200 square meters, simply furnished, with black as the main color, making it look dark and cold.
Just like him.
Yu Qiao heard the soft sound of water and saw that the bathroom light was on.
Jiang Fang is probably taking a bath.
So she said, "Brother Jiangfang, I... I put the milk on the table."
"Thud—"
The bathroom door was opened.
Yu Qiao's black pupils gradually split open, and her earlobes turned blood red.
All that could be seen was Jiang Fang wearing a black silk nightgown, her dark, tousled hair slightly damp, covering her forehead, with water droplets still dripping from it.
Three buttons on her shirt were undone, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, through which her bulging pectoral muscles could be vaguely seen.
"Give me."
Yu Qiao's heart was pounding faster and faster with nervousness. She handed the milk to Jiang Fang, her head down and her eyes darting around.
"Oh."
Jiang Fang naturally noticed what she had seen, and couldn't help but chuckle softly while looking down.
Yu Qiao looked up, feeling uneasy and nervous: "Brother Jiang Fang, I... I'll go back to my room first. Goodnight."
Jiang Fang stared at her with dark, unreadable eyes, and uttered two cold words from his thin lips: "No."
"Huh?" Yu Qiao became even more nervous.
Jiang Fang narrowed her dark eyes, the color in them growing deeper and deeper, so dark that not a trace of emotion could be discerned.
"Yu Qiao, do you know what it means when a man calls a woman to his room late at night?"
A chill ran through Yu Qiao's heart, and she whispered, "What?"
A low, hoarse laugh escaped his throat. Jiang Fang said, "Get into bed."
Yu Qiao took a step back, glaring at him warily: "I just brought you milk."
"Um."
Yu Qiao gritted her teeth.
Jiangfang is really unpredictable.
What exactly is he trying to do?!
"Aren't you going to get lost?" Jiang Fang looked at her with eyes as deep as an ancient well, a layer of gloom between her brows and eyes. Suddenly, the corners of her lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Or are you expecting something?"
Looking at Jiang Fang's cold expression, Yu Qiao felt a surge of fear. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she quickly walked away.
It's like there's a ghost chasing you.
Jiang Fang lowered her gloomy gaze and twitched her lips.
He then poured the milk into the toilet.
He immediately,
"New milk" is coming soon.
………………
Yu Qiao and Jiang Huiyun are both sophomores in the dance department at Tsinghua and Peking Universities. The difference is that Yu Qiao is an outstanding student.
Because of Jiang Zedong's arrangements, neither of them lived in the dormitory.
Because of what happened last night, Yu Qiao didn't sleep a wink, and her eyes were dark and swollen.
This morning at eight o'clock, when she came downstairs for breakfast, Jiang Zedong's family was all sitting at the dining table.
Her mother acted like a virtuous wife and loving mother, serving the family breakfast.
Seeing her come down, Yu Meijiao gave her a cold look, frowning and scolding, "Look at the time! Do you expect the whole family to wait for you?"
Yu Qiao stood to one side, fidgeting with her fingers, her eyes timid: "I'm sorry, Mom..."
"How old are you? Still sleeping in? Look at Huiyun, she got up at six o'clock..."
Jiang Zedong glanced at Yu Meijiao: "Qiaoqiao is still young, it won't hurt her to sleep a little longer."
Upon hearing this, Yu Meijiao immediately fell silent, her face full of flattery: "I hope Qiaoqiao can learn more from Huiyun, otherwise which man will want to marry her in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Huiyun immediately objected: "Are you saying that I should feel honored to marry a man?"
Yu Meijiao had no idea what she had said to offend this young lady. Her scalp tingled, and she swallowed her anger, saying, "Huiyun, this... I was just saying that you are diligent, and men like people like you."
"Smack!"
Jiang Huiyun's expression changed, and she smashed the bowl and plate on the ground: "Yu Meijiao, not every woman is like you, who would die without a man!"
Yu Meijiao dared not speak out in anger, and could only pitifully cast pleading glances at Jiang Zedong.
Jiang Zedong didn't even lift his eyelids, he just said, "Qiaoqiao, sit down."
"Yes, Uncle Jiang."
Yu Qiao's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz as she sat beside Jiang Huiyun.
Yu Meijiao gritted her teeth.
As expected, raising this bastard child is a sure thing – what an ingrate!
Seeing others bully her mother,
Not a single word!
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