"No, I really have something tomorrow..."
At such a time, how could one just stop on a whim?
Besides, someone’s anger hadn’t entirely subsided.
"You do your thing, I’ll do mine, what’s the connection?"
How is there no connection?
If you make such a fuss, how could you possibly get up in the morning?
Besides, bridesmaid dresses are off-the-shoulder, you know?
Any little thing left over tonight will be crystal clear tomorrow!
How could a woman’s strength possibly break free?
Before long, she had lost all defenses and was pitifully bullied.
"Jiang Ye, be gentle with me!"
This person always says one thing and does another.
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Around one in the morning, a man came out of the bathroom dripping with water, holding a pink towel and wiping off, looking quite out of place.
On the big bed, Lu Jing hadn’t fallen asleep and had been carried out of the bathroom first.
His throat was dry, scratchy:
"I’m thirsty, I need water," he croaked.
The man who was drying his hair paused, then smiled as if something had crossed his mind:
"Alright, I’ll get it for you."
The pink towel was tossed carelessly at the foot of the bed, then he quickly put on pajamas and went out.
At this hour, everyone should theoretically be resting.
However, as soon as Jiang Ye came down from upstairs, just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, the door of the room opposite opened.
There was no time to hide, okay?
And there was nothing around to shield me either!
Instantly, our eyes met.
Lu’s mother’s eyes nearly popped out; she even started to say something but couldn’t make a sound.
At this moment, Jiang Ye spoke up,
"Auntie, would you like some water?"
Lu’s mother shook her head vigorously.
"Then I’ll go pour some for Lu’er."
"Ah? Oh, okay, water’s that way!"
She pointed in the direction while saying so, purely instinctual.
So, when she came to her senses, she was incredibly frustrated.
But it wasn’t appropriate to say more; the situation was too sudden, and she couldn’t react.
Throughout the ordeal, Jiang Ye remained calm, but only he knew how tightly he was gripping the water glass.
"Auntie, I’ll go up now; Lu’er is waiting for the water."
As soon as she spoke, she regretted it.
But it was too late to take it back.
In the end, she could only watch him go upstairs helplessly.
Lu’s mother stood still for a few seconds, then rushed back to her room in a bustle.
This startled Mr. Lu:
"What now? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"I, I, I, old man, do you know what I just saw outside?"
"What can you see at home?"
Mr. Lu was a staunch atheist and didn’t believe in those superstitious beliefs.
Lu’s mother sat down on the bed, gesticulating wildly, and her words were so excited they were almost unintelligible:
"I mean, just now I was about to go to the bathroom, and then, as soon as I opened the door, I saw someone coming downstairs, guess who?"
Mr. Lu looked at her as if to say ’my dear, do you have a fever?’
"Let’s sleep, it’s late."
How could Lu’s mother possibly sleep at a time ?
"Hey, hey, hey, just take a guess!"
"Isn’t it our daughter? Who else could it be?"
Just three people lived in the house; only the maid was there during the day.
But, Lu’s mother shook her head:
"Not her, not our daughter, it’s that Jiang boy!"
Mr. Lu thought he had misheard: