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The two of them messed around until about 3 am before Ruan Jiang finally let her go.
She leaned against the man's chest, not wearing a stitch, Jiang Yan's smooth and tender back stuck to Ruan Jianglin's chest, he reached out to touch her beautiful butterfly bone.
The two of them were wrapped in just one blanket, yet they didn't feel the slightest bit cold.
She held Ruan Jianglin's hand and examined each finger carefully, unable to find a single flaw.
He intentionally or unintentionally wandered around her waist, making her a bit itchy. She coquettishly told him to stop messing around, and Ruan Jianglin really listened and stopped.
Jiang Yan leaned into his arms, feeling exceptionally at ease, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.
Ruan Jiang stayed in Beicheng for several days, keeping her company.
Rather than saying I'm accompanying her, it's better to say I'm staying here to sleep with her.
Ruan Jianglin accompanied her in Beicheng, and she was listless even in class, as if someone had sucked out her soul.
Professor Biande still had to keep urging her to teach papers, and although there was still more than a month left, she seemed to have gotten into a dispute with Jiangyan, pestering her three times a day.
She sat cross-legged on the sofa, uninspired, and revised a sentence countless times.
Ruan Jianglin sat on the sofa behind her, occasionally teasing her chin with his fingers, the action was exactly the same as stroking a cat.
Jiang Yan was distracted, glanced out onto the balcony and saw that pot of Juliet roses which had been blooming vibrantly just a few days ago, now on the verge of withering to death.
Jiang Yan has been busy for several days and forgot to water it.
It's not because of watering, Juliette's flowering period is only about five or six months, after entering autumn, no matter how long it takes, from leaves to petals, and then to roots, everything will die.
She hastily got up and didn't even care about the computer on her legs, it fell directly.
Didn't even notice the laptop's charging cable and tripped over it as soon as I stepped out.
If it weren't for Ruan Jiang's quick reaction and support, she would have fallen to the ground.
Her waist, which had accumulated illness, could withstand how many falls.
Jiang Yan ran over to take a look, and they were all dead. The flower bodies had withered and dried up. The elegant petals from before now, after going through autumn, were covered in scars, without even half a chance of being saved.
She crouched on the ground, still holding that basin of withered Juliet, feeling a little traumatized, as if her heart had been suddenly hollowed out.
The flower has withered, but the thorn is still there. She wasn't careful for a moment, and her finger suddenly burst with blood beads. She let out a light cry, and Ruan Jianglin just happened to come out and see her.
She saw her fingers bleeding, didn't think much, and pulled her up towards the bathroom.
She was still holding a flower pot in her hand, and Ruan Jianglin's sudden pull made her stumble, causing the ceramic flower pot to shatter into pieces.
Jiang Yan was somewhat wooden, and had no choice but to follow Ruan Jianglin.
He poured water on her and rinsed her wound.
It's actually not that serious, she just can't stand the pain.
"Jiang Yan, has someone been sitting on your head? It's just a pot of flowers, is it worth making such a fuss?"
Her face was somewhat pale, probably due to lack of good rest in recent days.
"It's not like you sat on it."
She retorted with a bad temper, and it was rare for her to have the guts to talk back to him.
It seemed that Juliet had died, and her mood became increasingly unpleasant, pursing her lips.
The man was amused by her and stretched out his hand to rub her head vigorously, only stopping when her hair stood on end.
"Alright, Golden Lion King, can't you just plant it again?" He hooked his lips, wiped her wound clean, and then applied a band-aid to her.
She furrowed her brow, and her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a thin mist, as if rippling with waves.
"It's almost winter, how can you still grow it?"
She thought, Ruan Jiang's words were all perfunctory and didn't go through his brain at all.
And this strain of Juliet, how much thought did she put into making it sprout and bloom, can it still be alive if replanted?
"Then plant it again next year." He said lightly and responded quickly.
At that time, she believed it and responded with a sound, really planning to plant another pot of Juliet next year.
But Juliet is not such a good rose, Ruan Jianglin gave her more than 100 seeds, the one that survived was lucky, not destined.
She was secretly heartbroken.
The sudden ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted the two people. Jiang Yan glanced at the contact person and found that there was no name, only a string of numbers.
However, Jiang Yan only looked at the last digit and knew who it was, his father.
Before, Jiang Yan often saw this number calling in.
No name was mentioned, but Ruan Jianglin obviously knew who it was. At that time, Jiang Yan still thought Ruan Jianglin had raised a little fox spirit outside, and only later heard a quarrel once, did he know it was his father.
Ruan Jianglin seemed to really dislike his father, at least Jiang Yan had never seen Ruan Jianglin show a hint of pleasure when he saw this number.
He hesitated for a moment before answering.
But he didn't intend to receive it in front of Jiang Yan, so he went out onto the balcony.
The person opposite didn't know what he said, Jiang Yan sat on the sofa, pretending to be unintentional and glanced towards the balcony, he didn't know what he was saying.
However, from his expression and lip language, she could guess Ruan Jianglin's sarcastic tone.
He waited for him to hang up the phone, and his expression was not very good either, with a lot of anger in his eyebrows.
At this time, Jiang Yan did not dare to provoke him, always afraid of hitting the muzzle.
But she didn't go coax him, who else would coax him?
After waiting for a while, she finally went in. The smell of smoke on the balcony was very strong. A full pack of cigarettes had been reduced to half a pack.
He doesn't usually smoke much, but once he gets hooked on cigarettes, he will smoke heavily.
Just like now, even the wind can't blow away the smell of smoke on this stage, it's very heavy, Jiang Yan endured the urge to cough.
Just as I walked up to Ruan Jiang's side, before I could even speak, he pulled me over with one hand.
His whole body was filled with a strong murderous aura, and he didn't care at all if it would hurt her.
Ruan Jiang leaned forward against her, her waist pressed against the sharp part of the rear handrail, very painful, as if it had pierced in.
He kissed her, entwined with her, hooked her, and took away all her breath. He was so fierce that Jiang Yan felt as if she were going to die for a moment.
A moment of tenderness is just a manifestation of Ruan Jianglin's superficiality.
He is heartless, indifferent, and cold-blooded, this is his true nature. At this moment, he wouldn't care about Jiang Yan's old wounds at all, but just vent out his anger.
He suddenly loosened his hand, and his chin lightly touched the beauty's forehead. Jiang Yan was panting heavily, looking disheveled and embarrassed.
"Ginger smoke, whether it's cheap or not, insist on sending it over."
He curled his lips and touched the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, looking very sulky.
He is a person who doesn't know what's good for him, used to manipulating situations, and thinks everything is a matter of course.
She shouldn't have come in, delivering herself to him to vent her frustrations, yet she didn't even get a kind word.
Suddenly he let go of his hand, she almost didn't stand firm, always feeling that if the railing was a little lower, she would be swaying and might fall from downstairs.
Her waist hurt so badly that it felt like she had been chopped with an axe, and the pain was so intense that tears were about to well up in her eyes.
(End of chapter)
