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Chapter 1371: Chapter 786: Restless Spring, Turmoil in the Heart — Jiang Xiaosi (2nd Update)

Just that one phone call from Jiang Shiyi was enough to make Jiang Chengsi’s face flush again. The image of Si Qingxiao in his clothes popped into his head, and the tips of his ears burned even hotter.

He’d seen plenty of that kind of thing on TV before—the girl wearing her boyfriend’s shirt and all that. Back then he never felt much about it, but now...

So this is what it feels like when your girlfriend wears your clothes.

His thoughts were running wild. After all, Si Qingxiao had had some alcohol, and once she drank, she always went a bit beyond the usual line—teasing without even realizing it.

If she started seducing him again, what was he supposed to do? ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

He was a normal man, after all, and this was his own girlfriend. If he didn’t do anything, it felt like he was letting that rain go to waste; but if he did do something, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to explain himself to the Si Family. He was still locked in an internal tug-of-war when he went back into the room—only to be stunned all over again.

Si Qingxiao had already put on his full set of pajamas. The pants were too long, so she’d rolled the cuffs up a few times. She was fiddling with a couple of model cars he kept on the shelf.

"This car is so realistic, it actually runs," Si Qingxiao laughed. "But it’s a fake car after all—compared to a real one, there’s still a big gap."

"Yeah." Jiang Chengsi nodded.

It felt like he’d only ever been driving fake cars.

He handed the hair dryer to Si Qingxiao, but his room obviously wasn’t a girl’s bedroom, there was no vanity mirror. "Sit. I’ll blow it for you."

"Is the hair dryer loud? If it’s too noisy and bothers people, then I won’t blow it." After her shower, Si Qingxiao was completely sober.

"Shouldn’t be too loud. My brother’s really picky when he buys things."

Si Qingxiao found a spot near the outlet and sat down. Jiang Chengsi walked around behind her, tested the hot and cold settings, adjusted the speed, and started drying her hair.

It was his first time doing this kind of thing; he had no experience at all, and the moment he started, he tugged on her hair and hurt her.

"How about I just do it myself." She felt like Jiang Chengsi was going to yank her bald.

"I’ll be gentler."

Jiang Chengsi was actually pretty good with his hands. His fingers slipped gently through her hair. Her back was already damp from her wet hair, and the loud, hot air blew against her warm, damp clothes, making her whole body feel heated through.

Blow-drying hair was supposed to be the most ordinary thing, but as the hot air seeped bit by bit through her hair, ruffling it...

it felt like it was ruffling her heart too.

"Fourth Brother, I drank a bit too much tonight. I didn’t do anything over the line, did I?" Feeling flushed all over from the hot air, Si Qingxiao grabbed a random topic to shift her focus.

"No. Grandma and everyone in the family really like you."

"The wine was pretty good. I probably just drank it too fast."

"Having a small glass before bed is good for sleep." Jiang Chengsi carefully blow-dried her hair, afraid of hurting her again. Her hair now smelled like his shampoo, and that feeling was a little indescribable. "If you like it, I’ll go to the Huo Family and bring some over for you next time."

"Would that be a bit inappropriate?"

"There’s nothing wrong with it. No one at their place really drinks that wine; they mostly give it away as gifts."

"Then you should buy something to bring over. You can’t just take their stuff for free."

"I know." Jiang Chengsi suddenly felt that his wife really was good in every way—she thought of everything for him.

By the time her hair was dry, it was already past three in the morning. Si Qingxiao went back to playing with the model cars, and Jiang Chengsi coughed lightly twice, saying he was going to take a shower.

"Go ahead then," Si Qingxiao said bluntly.

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She’d originally planned to go back to her room to sleep once Jiang Chengsi came out, but just as he stepped out, a baby’s crying suddenly rang out. It had to be that little one from Teacher Tang’s place.

Then there were footsteps in the hallway—it sounded like Fan Mingyu and his wife had been woken up.

There was a flurry of movement for a while, and it seemed like there were people in the corridor the whole time, so it wasn’t really convenient for Si Qingxiao to go out.

Jiang Chengsi came out of the shower dressed unusually neatly, towel in hand, rubbing his hair. Listening to the baby’s cries and the mess of footsteps outside, he sounded a bit helpless. "Must be Mutang crying again. This little guy does this all the time. That’s why I don’t really like staying here—you can forget about sleeping straight through till dawn."

"All kids are like that." Si Qingxiao actually thought it was totally normal.

"This brat must’ve inherited Jiang Xiaowu’s rotten temper. If it were our kid, he definitely wouldn’t be like this." Jiang Chengsi said it so openly that Si Qingxiao’s face flushed red.

"How did we end up talking about kids." She muttered under her breath, "You seem to really like children. Jiangjiang and Taotao are very close with you."

"Those two at Second Brother’s house, ha—" Jiang Chengsi couldn’t exactly say those two little brats had scammed him out of a huge chunk of money.

"Have you ever thought about how many kids you want in the future?" Si Qingxiao asked, pretending to be casual.

In their family, they actually preferred having more children.

"I’m fine with anything. One, two, even three would be okay. The main thing is, I’m not the one giving birth—you’re the one who’d suffer, and I’d feel bad. If you could just pop out three to five in one go, that’d be great."

Si Qingxiao’s head started to hurt...

He couldn’t stay serious for more than three sentences. Three to five in one go—was he crazy?

"It sounds like there’s been someone outside this whole time. How am I supposed to get back?" If Si Qingxiao went out now and ran right into the Jiang Family, she’d be too embarrassed to ever show her face again.

"Or..." Jiang Chengsi pointed at his own bed. "You crash here with me first. It’s not like this is our first time sharing a bed anyway."

Si Qingxiao hesitated. At first she hadn’t planned on sleeping here at all, but she got so sleepy later that she edged over to the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt with her foot, and burrowed in.

The two of them lay on the same bed, and the sounds outside seemed to go on and on. Neither of them could fall asleep.

"Should I turn off the light?" With the light on, the two of them lying there not talking, it felt weird.

Si Qingxiao gave a quiet "mm," and with the crisp click of the switch, the whole room was plunged into darkness. No one knew how long had passed when Jiang Chengsi suddenly said in a low voice, "Qingxiao?"

Si Qingxiao didn’t respond, so Jiang Chengsi assumed she’d fallen asleep...

Then she felt the person on the other side move. His mattress was pretty soft, so even the slightest movement made the whole bed seem to shift. He leaned his whole body toward her, reached out for her hand, and gently wrapped it in his.

His other hand came over and, without any effort, gathered her completely into his arms.

Under the blanket, in the stuffy warmth of spring, both their bodies were burning hot. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Jiang Chengsi took a deep breath...

Suddenly a classic line from Animal World popped into his head:

Spring is here, and once again it’s the season when all things...

Sure enough, spring had come—he was getting all restless and horny.

Si Qingxiao felt herself pressed against his chest, his hand moving upward, touching her with careful, tentative fingers until it reached her face. His fingertips landed on her forehead and started to rub at her temples, neither too hard nor too light.

She had originally thought Jiang Chengsi might do something else...

After all, they were both wearing very little, lying in bed, and he was so scaldingly hot.

Most importantly, being this close, it was impossible not to notice the change in his body, but in the end...

He was actually massaging her temples?

She really didn’t know what to say about him.

Sometimes she felt this man really knew how to seize opportunities, how to flirt; other times she thought he was kind of dopey.

Jiang Chengsi wasn’t actually stupid. With a soft, warm beauty in his arms, how could he not have other thoughts?

It was precisely because he liked her deep down, treasured her, took her so seriously, that he seemed clumsy and overly cautious, always afraid of wronging her. His feelings were a messy tangle, and his fingers pressed a little harder than they should have.

"Mm—" Si Qingxiao muffled a groan.

"Did I hurt you?" Jiang Chengsi frowned.

"Why’d you suddenly press so hard?" Si Qingxiao blew out a small breath of hot air against his chest. His heartbeat had been steady at first, but that puff of warmth teased it into pounding faster, and his body started to react.

Both their bodies went rigid in an instant...

"Fourth Brother." Si Qingxiao’s voice was lowered, sticky-sweet as it sank into his chest.

"Mm?" Jiang Chengsi forced down the heat roiling inside him. Even his voice was cautious, as if any slip and he’d lose control and do something to her.

"Last time we went to Pingjiang, how come you had that on you?"

"..."

What could Jiang Chengsi say? He couldn’t exactly tell her his older brother had packed it for him.

With a devil of a younger brother and a big brother who liked to set him up, what kind of sins had he committed in his last life?

"Actually, that, uh..." Jiang Chengsi didn’t even know how to explain.

"I know. You don’t have to explain."

"..."

What on earth do you know? He hadn’t said a single thing.

"Fourth Brother—" As Si Qingxiao spoke, she burrowed deeper into his arms, like a docile little cat. She’d been really worried about him lately, but since Jiang Chengsi hadn’t told her about his eldest brother, she didn’t bring it up. She only hugged him tighter.

Jiang Chengsi was a perfectly normal man. He was already restless, his whole body on fire, and she was still wriggling around in his arms. Was she trying to kill him?

He blurted, "I’m gonna hit the bathroom."

He had just lifted the blanket and was about to make his escape when Si Qingxiao caught hold of the hem of his shirt:

"I’ll help you."

In the dark, he couldn’t see her face—only hear her voice, soft and winding, as if it carried little hooks meant to seduce...

Reeling him in, inch by inch.