After seeing Ling Shuangjiang, Xie Wang pointed and said, "This is my boyfriend."
After seeing Ling Shuangjiang clearly, the principal's smile slowly faded.
After ordering some food, Xie Wang sat opposite Ling Shuangjiang, accompanied by the principal and vice-principal, while the rest of the people surrounded them.
Soon, the scene attracted more and more attention. Ling Shuangjiang only glanced at the principal briefly before turning her attention away and talking to Xie Wang.
"Are you full?" Xie Wang saw that his plate was empty and pushed the food he had just ordered towards him. "Have some of mine."
Ling Shuangjiang shook her head: "I ate a sandwich, and it tasted pretty good."
Xie Wang reached out and wiped his lips with his finger: "You're like a child, you didn't wipe your mouth clean."
Ling Shuangjiang didn't believe it: "How could that be? You're slandering me."
The intimate interaction between the two put the principal, who was sitting to the side, in an awkward position.
At this moment, Ling Shuangjiang looked at the principal: "Long time no see, how have you been lately?"
The principal paused for a moment, then nodded: "That's good."
Xie Wang seized the opportunity to ask, "Do you know each other?"
Ling Shuangjiang glanced at him and nodded knowingly: "I forgot to tell you, this is my alma mater."
The principal and vice-principal smiled awkwardly. "Yes, Shuangjiang was very outstanding during her time at the school."
Xie Wang, holding his knife and fork, suddenly let out a cold laugh.
"Is this the school that wronged you, refused to let you see the surveillance footage, and revoked your postgraduate recommendation?"
These words were spoken softly, but they caused everyone at the table to stop what they were doing simultaneously.
The principal's face was grim: "Mr. Xie, this matter is very complicated."
Xie Wang put down the cutlery, wiped his fingers clean with a handkerchief, stood up and took Ling Shuangjiang's hand. "I think we don't need to cooperate anymore. Shuangjiang, let's go."
"Mr. Xie! Mr. Xie!"
Xie Wang, holding Ling Shuangjiang's hand, showed no intention of stopping. They walked out of the cafeteria, got into Assistant Jin's car, and drove away.
Sitting in the car, Ling Shuangjiang smiled and asked, "What's this?"
Xie Wang: "I'll wait for that old man to call me tonight."
Assistant Jin smiled and said, "That old man doesn't know your phone number, so he'll probably call me."
Xie Wang said in a low voice, "Just say I'm busy and don't have time to answer."
Assistant Kim: "Received."
It was already evening when they returned to Xie Wang's house.
Xie Wang, carrying the bag, was in a good mood. He picked out some ingredients for dinner and stored the rest in the refrigerator.
Seeing that he had already tied his apron, Ling Shuangjiang teased softly, "Are you cooking tonight?"
Xie Wang: "Okay, you should rest well and conserve your energy."
What is clearly an inappropriate statement can be said so casually by Xie Wang.
Ling Shuangjiang pretended not to understand: "Why do we need to conserve our energy? But you're right, we can go to bed early tonight. We went to bed too late last night."
With a strange smile, Xie Wang began to focus on preparing dinner.
He bought quite a lot of things today, including some necessities, as well as several pieces of fine venison and clam meat.
These things are excellent for tonifying the kidneys and enhancing male virility; he remembered Xie Chongyan and the others mentioning them.
Tonight, he wants to give his little frost a wonderful and unforgettable memory.
Xie Wanghui doesn't cook much. After learning online for a while, he plans to make a casserole of venison and a stew of venison with white fungus and ginseng.
Ling Shuangjiang definitely hasn't eaten these dishes before, so she probably wouldn't be able to tell that they are venison.
Xie Wang was making a lot of noise in the kitchen, banging and banging away. Ling Shuangjiang offered to help twice, but Xie Wang refused both times.
Xie Wang's words were righteous and stern.
With me here, how could I let you cook?
Ling Shuangjiang smiled gently, then lay back on the sofa, wrapped in a warm blanket, conserving her energy.
Two hours later, a hot dinner was served.
There are about twenty rainy days a month in Britain, and the people living here are generally used to it.
It was drizzling outside, but inside we were enjoying a few hot dishes and a bottle of red wine – it was very pleasant.
Ling Shuangjiang took a bite of the unnamed dish in front of her, and, meeting Xie Wang's expectant gaze, praised, "It tastes good."
Xie Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "This is my first time making it, and I was worried you wouldn't like it."
"I'm not picky." Ling Shuangjiang's eyes were calm as she served Xie Wang a bowl of peppered venison soup. "Thank you for your hard work."
Xie Wang: "It's not hard work."
The real hard work will begin soon.
"What's this called?" Ling Shuangjiang picked up the dark-colored meat and asked, "The texture is very strange."
"Donkey meat in a clay pot," Xie Wang replied earnestly.
Ling Shuangjiang smiled gently: "Is that so? I didn't taste it."
"Is it delicious? If you like it, I'll make it for you every day."
"It's delicious, very fresh."
Having received Ling Shuangjiang's affirmation, Xie Wang served him another bowl, saying, "Eat more, today's dishes were made especially for you."
Ling Shuangjiang nodded and ate it all, showing her respect.
After finishing their meal, Xie Wang still insisted on taking a bath, urging Ling Shuangjiang to go up and take a shower.
Ling Shuangjiang raised her hand to check his forehead temperature. "I think your cold is better today."
“You are my cure,” Xie Wang said without changing his expression.
Ling Shuangjiang smiled and stayed with him for a while before slowly going upstairs.
Although Xie Wang had been hiding what he bought today, he saw it.
It's nothing more than rky and condom.
Standing in front of the shower, Ling Shuangjiang turned down the water temperature. He didn't know why, but he felt sleepy and restless.
Lowering the water temperature further might cause her to catch a cold, so Ling Shuangjiang suppressed her wild thoughts, put on her bathrobe, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Xie Wang was already sitting on the bed waiting, with some water droplets still remaining on his neat short hair, as if he had just taken a shower.
"Where did you take a shower?" Ling Shuangjiang asked curiously, tilting her head slightly as she dried her hair.
"I took a shower downstairs and went there after washing the dishes." Xie Wang's movements were slightly unnatural. After getting up, he took off his bathrobe, revealing that he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs underneath.
Ling Shuangjiang's gaze lingered on the underwear for two seconds before she gently looked away, dried her hair, and walked towards the door.
"I'm sleeping next door tonight."
"no!"
Xie Wang rushed forward and pulled Ling Shuangjiang tightly into his arms, burying his chin in the crook of her neck and breathing hot, rapid breaths.
Ling Shuangjiang had only intended to tease Xie Wang, but she hadn't expected him to react so strongly.
"Xie Wang, you bought—"
Before she could finish speaking, Ling Shuangjiang couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and looked down at Xie Wang's hand.
"Xie Wang!" His breathing became increasingly unsteady, and a blush crept into his beautiful, gentle eyes. "Take it away."
Xie Wang whispered in Ling Shuangjiang's ear, "Shuangjiang, you're so hot, do you have a fever?"
Ling Shuangjiang tried to break free from his embrace, but she couldn't move at all, as he controlled all her vulnerable spots.
"Stop messing around."
Xie Wang'ai was no longer listening to anything else. He pressed against Ling Shuangjiang from behind, his voice low and deep: "Now, do you still want to sleep in another room?"
An unnamed restlessness was subtly revealed while taking a shower.
Ling Shuangjiang didn't understand why she was so eager to touch Xie Wang.
He tried to turn around, but Xie Wang held him tightly in his arms.
"Can we turn off the lights?"
Xie Wang's voice carried a hint of sexiness: "Then beg me."
"Xie Wang!" Ling Shuangjiang had just raised her voice slightly when Xie Wang tightened his grip, forcing her to lower her voice and her face to turn red.
"Please, turn off the lights."
From Xie Wang's perspective, the beads of sweat on Ling Shuangjiang's forehead were clearly visible, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye exuded a touch of sexiness and allure.
The remaining hand interlocked with Ling Shuangjiang's fingers.
Ling Shuangjiang's tear ducts seemed to be out of control, and hot tears gradually seeped from the corners of her eyes.
At this moment, Xie Wang released Ling Shuangjiang with his other hand.
Ling Shuangjiang was like a fish released back into the sea, finally able to breathe freely.
But Xie Wang didn't give him much time to enjoy this freedom. He picked him up, who had gone limp, and carried him to the bedside.
At that moment, the lights in the room went out.
A light drizzle fell outside, masking Ling Shuangjiang's faint sobs.
It wasn't until 3 a.m. that Xie Wang leaned close to Ling Shuangjiang's ear and teased him, "Little Shuangjiang is pink everywhere."
Ling Shuangjiang's raised right hand froze in mid-air before Xie Wang easily pressed it down with his wrist, pinning it to the side of the pillow.
In the darkness, his voice was fragmented: "I hate you."
Xie Wang laughed: "You like me? If you like me, I'll spend more time with you."
"rogue."