Jiang Chen curled his lip. "This seems to be something women drink."
"Didn't you just say that there's no distinction between husband and wife? What, does that mean it doesn't matter now?"
Jiang Chen choked for a moment, stared at me with wide eyes, clearly having fallen into his own trap, and was speechless.
I suppressed a laugh, deliberately put on a stern face to feign displeasure, and then let out a heavy snort to emphasize my displeasure.
He twitched his lips, reluctantly took the soup, and frowned as he drank it down in one gulp. After finishing it, he was truly handsome, with rosy lips, white teeth, and striking features. His appearance was incredibly captivating and alluring. The effects of this jujube soup were just too immediate!
Suddenly, an idea struck me: why not let him take those tonics?
Before I could even voice my idea, Jiang Chen said seriously, "Xiao Mo, I can't do it for you tomorrow."
He really saw right through me. Sigh, the thought of starting my tonic regimen tomorrow gives me a headache. I thought about it and decided to tell Jiang Chen the truth first. Anyway, my mother isn't here, and Aunt Gu has made it clear I'm not sick, so this charade of feigning illness is over. As for those tonics, let's save on them. Even though the Jiang family is wealthy, thrift is a virtue, isn't it?
So I whispered to him that I had pretended to be sick in order to lure my mother out, and then quickly told him, "You must not tell your mother."
Strangely, after hearing this, Jiang Chen remained silent, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at me with a serious expression.
I was a little uneasy. What did he mean by this? I was completely sincere and didn't treat him like an outsider. I told him such a major secret. Did he want to betray me?
I was just starting to regret saying it so soon when he suddenly pounced on me, pinning me to the bed. My heart pounded with panic, and I blurted out, "What are you doing?"
He didn't say anything, just stared at me fiercely, his eyes sharp and his brows furrowed, looking like he was about to bite me!
A chill ran down my spine, and I quickly resisted. But my resistance only fueled his vicious attack, and he bit down hard on my cheek, the softest spot. Well, "bite" is an understatement; the kisses before had been tender and affectionate, but this time it was fierce, almost like a tearing attack. And not only that, he went straight in, sweeping away everything in his path.
I was no match for him, and soon I was short of breath. Apart from cursing him in my heart, I had no power to fight back.
He finally released me after a long while, his gaze still fierce.
This guy is so unpredictable and moody. What did I do to offend him? I rubbed my lips with the back of my hand and glared back at him angrily. He keeps making me practice this Turtle Breathing Technique. It's so unfair!
His breathing became rapid, and his handsome face drew closer. I saw his cheeks twitching, as if he were clenching his teeth. My heart raced; I didn't know what he wanted—to continue biting?
He glared at me and said, enunciating each word clearly, "You actually lied to me!"
I quickly said, "I'm not lying to you, I'm just afraid your mother will find out."
He took a deep breath and continued fiercely, "Do you know how scared I am? How worried I am?"
Faced with his clenched teeth and furious questioning, my anger instantly dissipated. His anger, after all, stemmed from his concern and worry for me. Oh well, let him bite me if he wants.
Actually, I should thank Jinbo Palace for all the twists and turns. I finally saw his true feelings, which had been hidden and concealed by his past carefree and nonchalant attitude. He had always been coy and veiled, while I had remained oblivious. However, I don't know when, my feelings for him gradually began to change.
When did it originate? We don't know.
I gazed silently into his eyes. He remained silent, a hint of anger still lingering on his handsome face. I rarely saw him so serious and cold; even when he was poisoned, he remained cheerful and playful. But the concern hidden behind his anger at this moment stirred my heart.
He sighed, opened his arms and hugged me, whispering in my ear, "Xiao Mo, you're not allowed to do that again, you're scaring me."
I nodded silently on his shoulder, my heart filled with a soft warmth, like the gentle moonlight shrouding the beach after the tide has receded. The scattered seashells are like the romantic thoughts of youthful days, while the countless grains of sand are like the flowing water of time, settling into a sense of calm and steadfastness.
Can he give me that sense of security? My heart is as firm as a rock, unyielding. After everything I've been through, I'm willing to trust him!
The next morning, after a quick breakfast, my master was about to lead me to Yiyibushe.
Jiang Chen glanced at me with a puzzled look, then suddenly realized what I meant. I quickly gave him a wink and secretly pinched a piece of flesh on his waist as a warning.
He gasped, then chuckled, "Kill them to silence them?"
No, but I was afraid he would tell Madam Qi, so I threatened him, "If you dare to tell anyone else, I will never speak to you again."
He nodded repeatedly, obeying without question, "I won't, I'm most afraid that you'll ignore me."
The master covered his mouth and coughed lightly, then left in silence.
Jiang Chen chuckled and pulled me along behind him. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he leaned close to my ear and said, "My mother said that when Master was young, he was a bit silly, but very likable."
I was taken aback: "Dull-witted and lovable?"
Jiang Chen said seriously, "Yes, you see, I really like you."
I realized what he meant and pinched him hard again. He actually indirectly called me stupid. Ugh, if you know it in your heart, why say it out loud to hurt someone? So annoying.
He cried out in pain, rubbing his lower back, and said, "How cruel! You pinched me so hard. I'm telling you, the smarter people are, the more they like your personality."
So he's the incredibly intelligent one, and I'm the idiot? This time I was really annoyed. I snorted and decided to imitate him and storm off.
"Xiao Mo, I was just joking with you." He chuckled and grabbed my hand. I angrily tried to pull my hand away, but he wouldn't let go. He even wrapped his arm around mine. I was both embarrassed and annoyed, but I couldn't do anything about it.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered resentfully like a timid wife, "We've been together for years, and I still haven't been able to make you like me. Xiao Mo, I'm the one who's really stupid, aren't I?"
I felt a soft, tingling sensation in my heart, and my anger vanished instantly.
He whispered softly in my ear, "You're always the one who makes me angry, driving me half to death, while you act like nothing happened. Search your conscience, isn't that right?"
He didn't mention it, and I, being rather careless, hadn't thought about it carefully. In the past, it was indeed me who frequently made him roll his eyes and storm off in exasperation. At the time, I didn't understand why he was angry, but thinking about it now, I can't help but laugh. Who told him to never say anything, always laughing and joking around without a care in the world? I'm not a mind reader; how could I possibly know what he was thinking or what he was angry about?
Upon arriving at Yiyibushe, Master stood with his hands behind his back before the steps, took a deep breath, and stepped up. I felt that Master's posture had a sense of "burning the boats," a kind of "knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den" spirit.
Unexpectedly, the tiger was nowhere to be found!