Watching as Feng Yueji drove away with Nangong Qingcheng and the other three won, Jiang Feng left the cetery alone, walking back towards the city.
The sunset stretched his shadow long.
He wandered aimlessly, suddenly finding nowhere to go.
He didn't want to go ho and disturb the four won's rest, but also had nowhere else to go.
He'd been continuously busy these past few days, constantly rushing around. Now that he finally had ti to slow down, Jiang Feng felt a bit out of place.
Various irritable feelings arose. He wanted to calm himself, to ease the violent aura.
After thinking it over, it seed there was only one place he could go.
…
City Center Hospital's staff dormitory.
If Murong Qian didn't return to Shuiyunjian, she would usually co back here.
Today was just like any other day. She ca back after work, unlocking the door with her key.
She had just opened the door and hadn't even changed her shoes, when the sight inside startled her!
She saw Jiang Feng sitting silently on her sofa, smoking a cigarette.
Counting today, it had been a long ti since Jiang Feng last smoked. The smoke filled the living room as he exhaled clouds.
"It's you? You scared ! I thought there was a thief in my house!"
Murong Qian waved away the choking smoke with her hand, rolled her eyes at Jiang Feng, not blaming him at all for barging into her house. Instead, she felt a bit pleased.
She changed into her slippers, walked over, and opened all the windows to let in so fresh air.
"Did you attend Zhuge Yi's funeral?"
Murong Qian approached Jiang Feng, a fragrant breeze blowing towards him.
"Mm."
Jiang Feng couldn't really explain why he thought of coming to Murong Qian's place. Perhaps it was because she knew so of his secrets, allowing him to relax and be himself without having to put up a front.
"Have you eaten?" Murong Qian asked again.
"No, I haven't eaten since this morning." Jiang Feng stubbed out the cigarette, replied helplessly.
"Nice of you to say! You're even busier than who did four surgeries today. Wait, I'll make you sothing to eat! But you'd better wash up first, you sll terrible!"
Murong Qian, like a big sister, scolded her unhygienic little brother.
Jiang Feng knew he felt sticky, so he reluctantly headed to the bathroom.
He wasn't shy at Murong Qian's ho, feeling rather at ho due to their childhood together. Their bond was closer than with anyone else.
"This little rascal..."
Murong Qian watched Jiang Feng's unceremonious back, her face slightly blushing, shook her head, and returned to her room.
…
Jiang Feng cooled off in Murong Qian's shower, showering away the heat, his mood calming significantly.
He draped a towel over himself and walked out the door.
He intended to check Murong Qian's bedroom for so n's clothes, but the mont he opened the door, he was dumbstruck!
It turned out Murong Qian, whether truly didn't hear him co out or pretended not to hear, was changing clothes at the very mont he opened the door.
The work clothes she was wearing had already been thrown on the floor, and the clothes she intended to change into were still in her hand.
Jiang Feng's eyes landed on her, and in that instant, his blood ran cold.
Standing at the doorway, he couldn't step forward or retreat, his head spinning.
Murong Qian's graceful figure was srizing, with a mature woman's unique enchanting fragrance filling the air.
Her skin, like flawless porcelain, shone with a lustrous glow under the light.
Jiang Feng felt intensely awkward, his eyes wanted to shift, but his feet were rooted to the spot.
He internally chided himself for his lack of discipline, but was truly taken aback by Murong Qian's transformation into such an alluring woman.
His heavy breathing finally caught Murong Qian's attention, her head snapped up, and she froze in place!
"Ah…"
In her fluster, Murong Qian lost her balance, about to fall to the ground.
Jiang Feng hurriedly stepped forward, catching her with his arms.
In his embrace, feeling the warmth and softness, Murong Qian's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and bashfulness, shooting a reproachful look at Jiang Feng.
"Sister Qian, sorry, I didn't know you were in the room. You should have told …" Jiang Feng smiled wryly.
"Do I need to announce when I'm changing clothes in my own house?" Murong Qian retorted.
"Ahem, not really, I was careless…"
Jiang Feng hurriedly helped Murong Qian stand steady and stepped back a few feet.
"You little rascal…" Murong Qian blushed, muttered under her breath.
Jiang Feng, full of embarrassnt, laughed awkwardly, "Sister Qian, go ahead and change. I'll wait for you outside..."
"Hmph!"
Murong Qian, seeing Jiang Feng's evasive manner, grew even more annoyed.
This guy really knows how to push her buttons, acting as if he was the one at a disadvantage!
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