Chapter 32 032 "...Born in the Year of the Dog?!"...
As soon as Jiang Ling'er finished speaking, she felt the young body embracing her pause very slightly, as if... as if it had breathed a sigh of relief. However, he didn't do as she asked, but instead asked her a question:
"You've got some nerve. Aren't you afraid of being investigated further by that old man of yours..." The little poisoner suddenly paused, then chuckled and changed the term, "...that sickly old man?"
A hoarse voice brushed past my ear on the warm breeze, like a feather tickling my ear canal, making it itch.
Jiang Ling'er suppressed the itch, and upon hearing this, shook her head without hesitation, inexplicably certain:
"He won't."
The answer, given without hesitation, was not just a simple four-word response, but a complete expression of trust.
As soon as she finished speaking, she could feel the young and vigorous body embracing her tense up for a moment, but Jiang Ling'er didn't pay it any mind; she was completely lost in thought.
Even though she tried her best to hide it, she couldn't fool herself. She had to admit that seeing Ji Yunshu again felt like a lifetime had passed, and it still gave her a great shock.
For a fleeting moment, she did want to rush out and into his arms... but it was only for that one moment, like a dream, it vanished at the slightest touch.
What are you thinking about?
Although she and Ji Yunshu spent little time together, they had been married for six years—not six days or six months, but a full six years and six seasons. Just as he knew her temperament well, she, no matter how careless she was, could figure out a bit of his character. Ever since he recognized his ancestors and became the young master of Sun and Moon Fortress, he had become a disciple of Gao Yang, Master Gao. On the surface, the two were master and servant, but in reality, they were closer master and disciple than his nominal father, Ji Liangcheng, the master of Sun and Moon Fortress. Jiang Ling'er didn't know how much of Sun and Moon Fortress's martial arts he had learned from Gao Yang, but he had certainly mastered Gao Yang's rigid, pedantic, and scholarly manner to the fullest extent.
Besides, ever since she met him, back when he lived under the bridge, Ji Yunshu had always been a poor, well-mannered scholar; he had never changed. But none of that mattered. The most important thing was that she knew how he saw her—
It will not, and absolutely cannot, be like that.
This is her greatest source of confidence. Her greatest source of confidence comes less from Ji Yunshu and more from herself, from the "she" she once was.
In the past, even until her "death," she always acted like a spoiled young lady, so how could she possibly submit to... let alone a little poisoner or a country bumpkin, Jiang Ling'er would never submit to anyone. As the young master of the number one镖师 (bodyguard/escort) in the world and the future chief镖师 (bodyguard/escort), she was unyielding and had a spirit higher than the sky. She would never do anything that would disgrace her family!
Moreover, no one knows better than him whether she prefers to take the lead or simply sit back and enjoy the benefits in bed...
Of course, this is nothing to mention; in short, she made the right bet.
He was betting on her past foolish and arrogant attitude in his eyes, betting on an unexpected turn of events, and damn well, he won!
Jiang Ling'er was lost in thought, her lips twitching, unsure whether she should be happy or not.
Of course, she didn't tell Little Poison about the intricacies of this, as it would be a waste of breath and unnecessary, and Little Poison probably wouldn't want to hear it anyway. Most importantly, she found it troublesome.
Sure enough, she heard him say something sarcastic and sarcastic to her again:
"That's true. After all, he was once my bedmate, so it's only right that we get to know each other."
It was all because they were too close; the little poisonous creature was practically whispering near her temples, and the warm breeze carrying its mocking words kept brushing past her ears like a tiny brush constantly tickling her. She finally couldn't resist tilting her head and picking at her ears, sweeping away all those sarcastic remarks as if they were going in one ear and out the other, leaving them completely empty.
Anyway, I've gotten used to it these days, so even unusual sarcasm doesn't bother me anymore. After all, I'm six years older than him, so I'll just let it go!
Could she possibly argue with a brat who hasn't even grown his first hair yet?!
To say he was "not even fully grown" was an exaggeration; the little devil was at least an adult, and a good half a head taller than her. Jiang Ling'er had always thought of the little devil as a bratty boy, seeing him was like looking in a mirror. Although he was called "Little Poison," after spending time with him and witnessing his interactions with Aunt Yang, she realized that while he had a bad temper, he wasn't some heinous villain. On the contrary, he possessed a compassion that many people... lacked. Especially since he was about the same age as Yuan Zao, Jiang Ling'er initially saw him more as a grumpy younger brother who needed a good spanking. However, after this incident—
She was half-embraced, leaning against the little poisoner's chest. The little poisoner looked thin, but his chest was as hard as a rock under his thin outer garment. Considering everything that had just happened, she suddenly realized that she was wrong.
She felt the strong heartbeat hidden beneath his jade-like skin, and the hand that gripped her arm tightly, protecting her in front of him. It was strong and powerful, with veins undulating like a dragon beneath the thin skin. How could she think he was just a brat?
How could this be?
This guy is clearly a man, and a rather dangerous one at that.
Jiang Ling'er's eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
"Oh, you guys... what are you doing here so late at night instead of going home? You've made your mother so worried!"
Sensing the bamboo flute against her waist move, the large hand around her waist loosened. Jiang Ling'er's thoughts were disrupted. Luckily, Aunt Yang couldn't see, otherwise she really... really wouldn't have the face to see her!
Jiang Ling'er hurriedly picked up the scattered clothes from the ground and put them on. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the little poisonous creature was dressed neatly, except that her collar had been loosened by her. She gritted her teeth in anger. Fortunately, Aunt Yang didn't ask any questions. Since it was getting late, she sent them back to their room, gave them a few instructions, and then yawned as she went back to her own room.
Jiang Ling'er heard the sound of Aunt Yang's door closing. She picked up a thin blanket and was about to go outside to sleep on the floor as usual when the little poisoner stepped out first, his face dark, and hurriedly uttered a sentence:
"Go back to your room and sleep."
With a "bang," the door slammed shut.
Jiang Ling'er: "..."
Jiang Ling'er hugged the thin blanket, blinked her almond-shaped eyes rapidly, and stood there stunned for a while before letting out a soft "Ah," indicating that she understood.
She remembered what the little poisoner had said: even he needed to force out the Gu worms on his face. Naturally attracted by the Netherfire on the little poisoner's body, she could sense that he was not far from her. Although she didn't know where he was forcing out the toxins at the moment, he must be close by. Thinking this, she felt a little relieved, and her nerves, which had been tense for most of the night, relaxed. Then, drowsiness washed over her.
Of course, she wouldn't go to the little poisoner's bed. Instead, she made a makeshift bed on the floor. After tidying up the clothes she was wearing and tightening her belt, she suddenly hissed softly and her brows furrowed.
She glanced around at the quiet surroundings, so quiet that only the faint sound of the candle burning could be heard. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, then lowered her eyelids and stared at her chest for a moment. Her fingertips paused for a moment before she loosened her belt and lifted her tightly closed clothes. The warm candlelight seemed to coat her slender body with a layer of honey. Below her delicate collarbone, on her mounds of flesh, were bluish-red marks, and there was even a purplish-red tooth mark in one place...
Jiang Ling'er glanced at it, her eyelids twitched suddenly, and she quickly closed her clothes again, but the clothes rubbed against that spot and made her hiss softly in pain.
She finally couldn't hold back any longer and cursed under her breath:
"...Born in the Year of the Dog?!"
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At the same time, the person being scolded suddenly sneezed:
"yawn!"
It was the dead of night, and the icy stream water was quite unbearable on one's face. However, the young man seemed to feel no cold at all. He even walked into the stream with his chest bare, immersing himself completely in the unusually cold water.
After a long, long time, he suddenly emerged from the water, panting heavily. His long, wet hair clung to his body like seaweed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his own pale face covered in water droplets, and a trace of lingering desire remained in his dark eyes...
Struggling, surging, mocking his loss of control, his incompetence, his surrender.
For a moment, his pale and handsome face twisted, and several veins suddenly bulged on the back of his hand as he punched the floating reflection on the water, smashing it to pieces!
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Author's Note: I'm currently adjusting my mindset, but I promise I'll be fine soon. Sorry so much!!! Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants between 2023-07-26 04:35:43 and 2023-08-07 22:44:49!
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