Chapter 540: 345 Consuming poison lons and swallowing dog food, nightmares plague (2 updates)_2
“Moreover, his mouth has always been loose; there’s no guarantee he could hold back and might just co over himself and spill the gossip…”
Qi Zeyan said it was about him and Tang Wan, but after thinking it over, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly gossip-worthy about the two of them recently. So, he didn’t ponder too much. After Tang Wan ate, she was originally working at her desk on a filigree Cyan Feather hairpin. This type of work required total concentration, yet Jiang Jinsang was just watching her, his chin propped on his hands…
He had just taken a shower and was emanating a refreshing minty scent.
It was invigorating and hard to ignore.
It would have been fine if he were just looking, but he kept leaning in closer, his breath blowing on Tang Wan’s hands, making her tremble almost to the point of breaking the filant.
“Don’t get so close.”
Jiang Jinsang only smiled at her, his voice deep:
“If I don’t get close, how will I see clearly?”
His voice carried a chuckle, and his words were teasingly affectionate, ambiguous as to whether he ant seeing her clearly or the work in her hands.
“Wanwan.”
After spending so much ti together, she knew what was on his mind. He hadn’t fully recovered yet, and she still had a pile of things to do tonight, no ti to fuss with him. She picked up her phone and stood up, “I’ll just call my aunt.”
The next second, her wrist was grabbed.
She was yanked backward with a fierce tug. Tang Wan staggered, losing a slipper, and crashed into his chest. His warmth mixed with the scent of mint body wash, infiltrating every part of her.
Her fingers shook, dropping the phone, as she was pushed against the desk, her back arching uncontrollably…
Her vision went dark as he kissed her eagerly, his lips biting hers harshly.
“Be gentle, I have to go to work tomorrow.” If her lip broke, those people at the studio would surely tease her tomorrow.
“Mm.” Jiang Jinsang humd, softening his actions into a more tender and lingering embrace.
Both painful and ticklish, she lted.
…
Later on, the two left the bathroom, Jiang Jinsang looking refreshed and brisk. These past few days, with Tang Yunxian around, the pressure from his father-in-law made it difficult to get close to Tang Wan.
He donned a dark gray cotton loungewear, turned to pour a glass of warm water, his posture as genteel and graceful as a sophisticated young master.
Tang Wan sat back at her desk, picked up her tools intending to continue with the filigree work. But such work required precision, and presently her hands trembled slightly, lacking the steadiness to handle the filigree tool.
Both anxious and irritated.
“Why aren’t you continuing?”
Tang Wan glared at him, as if to say, “Do you really not know why I’m like this?”
“Have so water,” Jiang Jinsang offered the glass, “If you don’t feel like working on this tonight, just rest early.”
**
Over at Qi Zeyan’s end, having had his fill of both bitter lon and being fed dog food, didn’t making money sound more appealing?
Jiang Xiaowu, if this really happens in the future, don’t bla ; it’s because you didn’t want to hear it.
Having gotten back ho and taken a shower, he had just opened his laptop intending to check work emails when he unconsciously logged into WeChat and other ssaging applications.
A flurry of ssages popped up, which he clicked to check, one by one. But then, a video call invitation appeared; purely out of habit, and without looking carefully, he clicked to answer it.
That cold, icy face sprang onto the screen.
Jolted, he cried out, “Holy shit, Old Huo, what are you doing in the middle of the night?”
Calling him for a video chat?
Do you have any idea how scary your face is?
“Are you at ho?”
Qi Zeyan’s ho décor was opulent and extravagant, predominantly red and gold, quite eye-catching.
“Where else would I be? Abandoned in the wilderness? Now you’re concerned about ?” Qi Zeyan, facing the cara, slightly adjusted his hair which was a bit ssy from the shower.
“I trust your survival skills. Even in a prival forest, I believe you’d make it out alive.”
Qi Zeyan chuckled. He wasn’t sure whether to feel happy or to cry.
“Did you visit Xiaowu today?”
His fingers, which were fiddling with his hair, paused. Had they implanted a tracking device on him?
“Old Huo, I swear I didn’t say anything.”
“I know.” If he had said sothing, there would have been so sign of it from Jiang Jinsang’s end.
“Then why the video call? Is there sothing else?” Qi Zeyan fixed his gaze on the computer screen, a slight frown on his face. His hair had grown a bit long recently.
“Slipped, hit the wrong button.”
“…” Qi Zeyan stopped twirling his hair, ‘could you not find a better excuse?’
Amongst their group, only he and Jiang Chengsi would do such a thing. You are ticulous about even your eating and sleeping schedule, and you ‘hit the wrong button’? Who are you trying to fool?
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