Tang Wan watched as Jiang Jinsang packed books into a cardboard box, even organizing them into categories with many marked notes inside—quite practical.
"Didn’t you say you wanted sothing sour last ti? I rember the Huo Family has preserved green plums; I’ll personally deliver the books to Hexi and bring so back for you," Jiang Jinsang declared, sealing the box.
"I’ll go with you; there’s nothing much to do at ho."
They say sour for boys and spicy for girls, but since Tang Wan got pregnant, she craves sweet and sour, can handle spicy, eats both at and vegetables without any issue—hard to deduce anything from that.
"Xixi said if we’re free, we should have dinner together; Zeyan is at his place, still daring to invite us over. Isn’t it awkward for a man and a woman to live together? What if Xixi makes a move, and sothing happens between them?"
"Do you really think a relationship can happen just because one party wants it? If she wants to pounce but Zeyan isn’t willing, do you really think anything will happen?"
Tang Wan smiled without saying anything.
...
Little did they know, Ruan ngxi had already "pounced" on Qi Zeyan.
When Qi Zeyan reached out to embrace her, his fingers clasped around her waist, and Ruan ngxi’s mind flashed with countless beautiful images.
Dramas and novels often feature such scenes.
The heroine accidentally falls, the hero catches her, they tumble together, and then an unintended kiss happens—faces blushing furiously, with close-ups in the TV.
She thought she was finally going to be the heroine, but reality cruelly slapped her in the face.
"Thud—" Her head hit Qi Zeyan’s chin, almost bringing her to tears, while Qi Zeyan suffered even more.
His strained ligant hadn’t fully healed; today it felt sowhat better than previous days, no longer forcing him to push off with one leg, seeming capable of bearing so weight.
Her sudden tumble brought acute pain to his strained area, his back hit the ground with a thud, nearly snapping his spine, and then...
His chin took another hit.
Almost took his life.
Why was today so unlucky, was his life destined to end here?
"Boss, are you alright?" The expected scene didn’t unfold; hearing his muffled groan, Ruan ngxi realized sothing was wrong—gone was the romantic notion, she clambered off him hastily, "Are you okay?"
"What do you think?" Qi Zeyan felt utterly unlucky today—locked outside, air conditioning malfunctioned, now his leg was crippled, his back nearly broken, and even his chin was sore.
"Let help you up." Ruan ngxi clasped one arm over her shoulder, reaching to support his back, attempting to help him off the ground.
But Qi Zeyan’s injured ligant was pulled again, making ground support impossible; he could only balance on one leg, rising wasn’t easy.
After two attempts, he managed to stand with Ruan ngxi’s help.
But, no matter how strong Ruan ngxi was, she was still a girl; supporting an adult man nearly brought her to her knees, her steps faltering, leaning sideways.
She pulled Qi Zeyan along, and they collapsed instantly...
This ti, Ruan ngxi leaned against the wall, while Qi Zeyan instinctively anchored his hands on either side of her body, barely stabilizing himself.
In that brief mont, a kabedon position erged.
Qi Zeyan, only able to balance on one leg, couldn’t maintain his center of gravity—she saw his handso face inching closer.
In the next second, sothing warm and soft brushed against her forehead.
The warmth instantly erupted.
The tingling sensation on her forehead spread like electricity through her limbs, coloring her cheeks a rosy red.
Even the most vibrant sumr blooms couldn’t rival this stunning hue.
Both had exerted considerable effort, their breath quickened; paired with the broken air conditioning, the room was hot, sweat glistening on their skin.
"Sorry." Qi Zeyan considered it accidental, not dwelling on it amidst his widespread pain.
"It’s okay, let help you sit down." Ruan ngxi quickly reached out, allowing him to rest his arm directly over her shoulder—due to their height difference, she could only wrap her arm around his waist.
This made Qi Zeyan slightly uncomfortable.
Both were overly warm, sticking together felt sticky and uncomfortable.
She used all her strength to support him, her heavy breathing landing squarely on his chest.
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