The light from the bathroom shone through the crack in the frosted door, and it was somewhat dazzling.
Jiang Cuo got up and walked to the other side of the bed, turning his back to the frosted glass door.
I glanced at the time on my phone; another ten minutes had passed. I wondered how long Su Qianqian would take to shower.
Waiting is the most agonizing thing.
Jiang Cuo suddenly remembered that time a year ago at Su Qianqian's villa.
This is how she wears people down, and no one knows how long it will take, slowly whittling them down. Su Qianqian is adept at this kind of tactic.
Jiang Cuo listened to the dripping water coming from the bathroom. Every drop felt like it was hitting her heart. Even though she was sitting still and breathing steadily, she couldn't hide the panic in her heart.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Su Qianqian was taking a shower while filling the bathtub with water. After she finished her hot shower, the bathtub was almost full, and the temperature was just right.
[Waste System: A friendly reminder to the host, Jiang Cuo's current mood value has risen to 80, but it is fluctuating somewhat.]
Su Qianqian stepped into the bathtub, her whole body enveloped in hot water, feeling incredibly comfortable and dispelling the chill from her body.
Although I just took a hot shower, I still feel a chill in my body, and the heat can't get in at all.
What does it mean for Jiang Cuo's mood to fluctuate wildly?
[Waste System: This is the first time the system has encountered this situation. The mood value keeps flashing and then disappears. It seems Jiang Cuo is thinking about something strange that the system can't detect.]
Su Qianqian leaned back comfortably in the bathtub and closed her eyes. Something strange... the system couldn't detect it. Could it be...?
Su Qianqian suddenly remembered that it seemed that the system could not detect the scene when the two people had intimate contact. This was a restriction she had set for the system.
Could it be that while she's taking a shower, Jiang Cuo is secretly thinking about something indescribable?
The warmth of the thermostatic bathtub gradually made Su Qianqian realize her fatigue.
She really went all out today. Jiang Cuo's temperament was too unstable. She didn't believe for a second that a small matter could cause such a bloodbath. Moreover, there were system restrictions now, so she had to obey Jiang Cuo in every way. Once the integration with the system world reached 100%, she would have to properly discipline Jiang Cuo.
Su Qianqian felt that Jiang Cuo seemed to have some kind of grudge against her.
The problem lies in the fact that she skipped that six months of the storyline. We must complete the mission quickly and retrieve those six months of memories.
As Su Qianqian soaked in the water, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her, which she couldn't resist.
[Useless System: Host, you absolutely mustn't fall asleep! Your darling wife, Jiang Cuo, is still waiting for you in bed. Besides, you've just been caught in a downpour and are weak. A person with a weak constitution shouldn't soak in a bath for too long. It will only make you weaker. The system has detected that your current body temperature has risen to 38.3 degrees Celsius!]
Noisy.
At first, Su Qianqian could still hear the prompts from the Waste System clearly, but later the prompts became increasingly faint, and she slumped in the bathtub, losing consciousness. She was so tired, so sleepy, and so hot; all she wanted to do was sleep.
Jiang Cuo sat on the bed, picked up her phone, and frowned. Twenty minutes later, the sounds from the bathroom gradually disappeared.
Su Qianqian is going on and on. Is she deliberately waiting for her to go in, then looking at her with a teasing expression, trying to find a topic to take advantage of her later?
Jiang Cuo pressed the power button on his phone screen with some frustration, watching the screen turn on and off, bright and dark, several times in a row. Finally, he threw the phone on the bed in frustration, stood up, pulled a brand new white shirt from the closet, knocked on the bathroom door, and lowered his voice.
"Su Qianqian?"
"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, I know you're just waiting..."
Waiting for what? Realizing he was about to say the wrong thing, Jiang Cuo immediately stopped.
"I left the shirt by the door. You'll see it as soon as you open the door. If you don't say anything, just take it yourself."
Jiang mistakenly hung the shirt on the bathroom doorknob, but five minutes later, there was still no movement inside the bathroom, not even the sound of dripping water.
Jiang Cuo rattled his back teeth and scrolled through his phone's screen saver to hide his agitation. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if giving in, put down his phone, picked up the shirt hanging on the bathroom door, and opened the door.
Jiang Cuo, "Are you satisfied now...?"
Jiang Cuo turned his head and rushed into the bathroom, only to see Su Qianqie lying obediently in the bathtub, her face flushed, asleep with her eyebrows relaxed, as if she was sleeping very comfortably and sweetly.
Jiang Cuo pursed her lips, unsure of what to say for a moment.
He picked up his white bath towel and covered Su Qianqian with it. He drained the water from the bathtub and thoughtfully turned on the bathroom heater so that she wouldn't feel cold after leaving the hot water naked.
When the bathtub was empty, leaving only the naked Su Qianqian, Jiang Cuo wrapped a bath towel around Su Qianqian's body.
He picked up another towel and, though extremely impatient, gently began to dry Su Qianqian's hair.
When her hair was half dry, Jiang Cuo picked up the hairdryer and used warm air to dry Su Qianqian's hair. Although Jiang Cuo deliberately avoided touching Su Qianqian's skin, when his fingertips accidentally touched her, he found that Su Qianqian's body was unusually hot.
Jiang Cuo frowned as he resignedly served him, muttering, "He's usually as mischievous as a monkey, could he really have a fever or a cold?"
"I'm the one who's clearly unhappy, yet I'm the one being waited on. No wonder you're a rich young lady. You'll never go broke from eating or drinking; it's your lack of shrewdness that will make you poor. All your wealth must be the result of your calculations."
After drying her hair, Jiang Cuo placed the back of her hand on Su Qianqian's forehead, but was immediately pulled back because of the heat. She had just started her holiday today and didn't know where the first-aid kit was at home. It wouldn't be good to bother her grandparents now.
Jiang Cuo grabbed a shirt from the side and haphazardly put it on Su Qianqian, then had it carried out of the bathroom and placed on the large bed.
Despite being delirious from the fever, Su Qianqian seemed to be conscious, rolling twice with the force of Jiang Cuo's throw before darting into bed.
Jiang Cuo's clothes were slightly damp from the light rain. Resigned, she changed her clothes and quickly took a shower.
As she dried her hair, she looked at Su Qianqian, who had taken over her bed and was sprawled out in a starfish position. She frowned, bent down slightly, reached out, and pinched Su Qianqian's delicate nose. "You kept saying it was red, but you slept soundly and even caught a cold."
Unexpectedly, Su Qianqian frowned, reached out and grabbed Jiang Cuo's wrist. The scalding hot phone made Jiang Cuo tremble all over.
Su Qianqian used her strength to make Jiang Cuo fall onto the bed. Then, she rolled over and pinned Jiang Cuo down under the blanket. Su Qianqian's lips were burning hot, like strong liquor, and wherever she touched them, the area felt like it was on fire.
"Jiang Jiang smells so good, but she feels so cold. I'm so cold."
Jiang Cuo now suspects that Su Qianqian is pretending to be asleep.
"If you keep moving like this, all the warmth in the blankets will escape. If you don't want to get cold, just lie still and the housekeeper will come to pick you up tomorrow morning."
Like a little pig, Su Qianqian nudged Jiang Cuo's neck to express her dissatisfaction.
"No, I don't want to leave Jiang Jiang. Jiang Jiang is unhappy right now, and I want to make her happy."
Jiang Cuo pressed her slightly cool index finger against Su Qianqian's forehead. Jiang Cuo thought that Su Qianqian would continue to resist her index finger, forcefully break free, and then relentlessly press her lips against her neck.
Unexpectedly, Su Qianqian supported her head with all her might, gently touched the pad of Jiang Jiang's index finger, and said in a soft and sweet voice, breathing out warm air, "Jiang Jiang's finger is injured, you can't touch it, it will hurt Jiang Jiang and bleed, and I will feel even more heartache."
Jiang Cuo withdrew her finger, a bandage wrapped around the tip of her index finger. She hadn't expected that Su Qianqian, despite being burned like this, would still remember her wound.
Jiang Cuo's features softened, and his coldness gradually melted away.
Su Qianqian rubbed her cheek against Jiang Cuo's collarbone. "But I'm really cold. Isn't it because Jiang Jiang is still unhappy? When Jiang Jiang is unhappy, her heart gets cold, so I'm cold too. We're kind of telepathically connected."
Jiang Cuo reached out and pinched Su Qianqian's burning cheek, "Are you really delirious from the fever, or are you pretending? You speak with a clear mind, though."
Su Qianqian suddenly sat up, as if suddenly realizing something. She opened her eyes groggily. Because Jiang Cuo was pinching her cheeks, her mouth was pursed into an "O" shape. She could only purse her lips and utter with difficulty, "That's right, as long as Jiang Jiang becomes as hot as me, I won't feel cold."
Jiang Cuo paused in pinching Su Qianqian's cheek.
"Jiang Jiang's silence means she agrees."
Before Jiang Cuo could react, the hand that was pinching Su Qianqian's cheek was grabbed by Su Qianqian's wrist and pressed down. Overwhelming him was Su Qianqian's breath, scent, and lips.
The next day, Su Qianqian woke up in the soft bed, still surrounded by a familiar scent. Although her head was still a little dizzy, she felt refreshed, as if she had done some exercise.
Su Qianqian opened her eyes groggily and saw a somewhat unfamiliar scene. She instinctively reached out her arm to touch the side, but it was cold and empty. Su Qianqian immediately sat up with a start, instantly becoming alert.
Suddenly, she remembered that this was Jiang Cuo's room. Yesterday, she braved the heavy rain to come and find Jiang Cuo.
Su Qianqian visited for a week and found that Jiang Cuo was not in the room. Moreover, Jiang Cuo had told her yesterday that she should carry her grandparents and leave early at 6 a.m. Now what time is it?
[Waste System: Congratulations, host, Jiang Cuo's mood has returned to green at 100.]
Su Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that her body felt slippery and somewhat bare. Looking down, she discovered that she wasn't even wearing pants, only a thin shirt with three buttons undone.
Just then, the door to the room was opened, and Jiang Cuo was carrying a bowl of millet porridge.
Su Qianqian: "Jiang Jiang, what time is it? Have my grandparents woken up yet? Should I leave now?"
Jiang Cuo placed the millet porridge on the bedside table, then picked up a set of clothes and placed them next to Su Qianqian. "You're sleeping like a little pig. It's already 2 pm and your grandparents have gone for a walk in the park. They didn't notice that these clothes were brought for you by the housekeeper. Drink the porridge, put on the clothes, and go home first."
Su Qianqian noticed that Jiang Cuo, who usually wore a high ponytail, was unexpectedly wearing his hair down, covering his neck.
Looking at Jiang Cuo in front of her, she could vaguely see from the side that Jiang Cuo had mottled marks on his neck, and he was wearing a high collar, as if he was deliberately covering them up.
Su Qianqian changed her clothes in front of Jiang Cuo, but Jiang Cuo lowered his eyes, turned his head away, and a faint blush slowly rose on the tips of his ears.
"Jiang Jiang really loves me. She let me sleep until 2 pm and even thoughtfully prepared millet porridge. My Jiang Jiang is the most considerate."
Jiang Cuo's fingertips twitched slightly as he caressed a corner of the blanket covering Su Qianqian.
"Drink your porridge and go home. Don't keep talking nonsense."
Su Qianqian looked at Jiang Cuo, who was saying one thing but meaning another. The number above his head had clearly turned green 100, but he still insisted on keeping a straight face and pretending to be cold and unapproachable. It seemed that she had gone too far last night and exhausted him, and he was angry with her now.
"Jiang Jiang is just like vinegar. I didn't expect Jiang Jiang to be so jealous. I can pay more attention next time. Other people's girlfriends are like a little fragrant vinegar, sour and sweet. But when my Jiang Jiang is jealous, it's like a big vat of vinegar. It explodes and can hurt people."
Jiang Cuo suddenly stood up, picked up the millet porridge, slammed it onto the tray, and placed it in front of Su Qianqian, looking as if she was angry and wanted to drive her away.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. I know Jiang Jiang is sensitive."
Just then, Su Qianqian's phone rang, and a message popped up.
Su Lian: "Sister, it rained so hard last night, I was so scared. Sister, when I left yesterday, I saw that you hadn't closed the French windows. Please don't catch a cold because of this!"
Su Qianqian turned her head away, and before she could even see what the message on her phone was, she felt the air pressure in the room suddenly drop.
A gaze as sharp as an icicle was fixed on her head.
Su Qianqian acted decisively, immediately blocking and deleting her.
Although she didn't look up, after a series of actions, Su Qianqian clearly felt that the oppressive gaze from above had lessened considerably.
"Drink it quickly, I'll take you downstairs."
Su Qianqian's eyes lit up, her gaze as bright and alert as a deer's as she stared at Jiang Cuo. "Jiang Jiang is so worried about me, why don't you just come back with me?"
“I’m just worried that if you leave the neighborhood, you might accidentally walk across to the park and be seen by my grandparents.”
Su Qianqian pouted and sipped her millet porridge slowly, looking very forlorn, as if she was deliberately procrastinating.
Jiang Cuo looked at Su Qianqian's appearance, hesitated for a long time, and reached out to touch the top of Su Qianqian's head, which felt very soft. His hand hovered in mid-air, but he suddenly stopped.
Suddenly, Su Qianqian visibly trembled slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress it, and she even choked up a little.
Jiang Cuo froze, completely stunned.
Su Qianqian was secretly crying, and she was suppressing her emotions so as not to worry her.
Is it because she spoke too harshly, making Su Qianqian feel that she dislikes her?
Su Qianqian drank the millet porridge too quickly and was afraid of choking. She was also afraid of spitting out the porridge, so she suppressed her cough.
She felt a cool palm on her head, stroking her like a petting a small animal.