I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Rumble--"

When Fang Qing opened her eyes, there was thunder and lightning outside, and the rain was pouring down. Raindrops were hitting the glass, as if they really wanted to come in.

Fortunately, I closed the windows last night.

wrong.

To be precise, it was early this morning.

Having to go to work on time in this weather is really miserable, so not being woken up by an alarm clock is a great blessing.

correct.

what time is it?
The curtains had been drawn at some point, and all that could be heard was the howling of the wind and rain; the outside world was completely obscured.

Needless to say, it must be very gloomy.

Fang Qing turned her head and looked to the side.

Although I went to bed late, staying up late is not like drinking alcohol, so I didn't black out.

There was nothing around him, not even the outer bed, and the blanket had been returned to its original position.

Otherwise, if the cleaning lady comes in and sees two blankets on one bed, she'll definitely misunderstand.

misunderstanding.

Fang Qing knew very well that no one had touched her, without even needing to check.

Ok.

He is truly honest and trustworthy.

As expected, he went about his business without waking her up.

It was bitterly cold outside, but the room was quite warm with the air conditioning on full blast. This kind of weather was perfect for lying down again and having another long dream, but Fang Qing wanted to check what time it was.

Her phone—

Fang Qing's gaze returned to the outer bed, then she lifted the blanket, stepped out, and her bare feet landed on non-woven slippers.

She knew she was only wearing underwear, but wasn't the room empty?

The dampness she created was no longer visible to the naked eye due to the room temperature and time. She lifted the blanket that didn't belong to her and found the phone that had been thrown at her a few hours earlier. She bent down and picked it up.

I didn't sleep through the night.

It was just before noon.

Swipe up to unlock.

Open the address book.

We can't just pack up and leave.

I should at least call and check on it.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Fang Qing stood between the two beds, holding a phone in one hand and letting the other hang naturally. She probably rarely worked out, but she had a great figure, perfectly proportioned, with a slender and well-defined collarbone, straight and toned legs, and no excess fat on her abdomen. From her face to her feet, the lines were smooth and perfect...

Well, the downside is that, due to the perspective, you can't see what's behind it.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

Those who frequently get hung up on on the phone know what this notification means.

what happened?

Did they really put on clothes and run away?
No.

Is it necessary?
It's just one night's sleep, isn't it?

Before the woman could even consider whether to continue calling, "Beep—"

The door was opened.

"woke up?"

Upon seeing Qinggege standing in the room, Jiang Chen, carrying a packing bag, instinctively said something, then immediately froze.

Early this morning, I only caught a glimpse of a bra strap through a small opening, and the lighting was not very good at the time, but now it is completely visible.

Satin lace embroidered lingerie.

With a deep twilight purple base, blended with a touch of pearlescent glaze, it resembles the sunset dyeing silk, exuding understated luxury.

The 3/4 cup shape provides a three-dimensional support, like holding it gently in the palm of your hand. The edges are adorned with extremely fine lace, and the winding vine embroidery subtly reveals fair skin, exuding a dignified yet hesitant charm.

As for waist pants.

The elegant yet alluring high-waisted design features double-layered fabric: an outer layer of sheer mesh embroidered with Rococo-style scrollwork, and an inner lining of smooth mulberry silk. Lace is pieced together to form an inverted iris silhouette, the petals flowing with the skin's texture, subtly revealing the curves of the hips.

Not revealing, yet even more alluring—that's the unique charm of purple, a restrained sensuality surging beneath its mysterious silhouette.

Even Boss Jiang couldn't help but gasp.

Do not misunderstand.

Perhaps it's just due to the large temperature difference between indoors and outdoors.

It's completely understandable that I didn't scream last night. Even though the neighbor next door was taken away by the police, there's still another neighbor next door. What if they call the police again if I make noise?
But at this moment, logically speaking, Fang Qing should have shouted without any scruples. Many girls would have done so. But Qing Gege once again showed her extraordinary nature. Not only did she not panic, but she also did not scream or hide.

Ok.

She remained standing there, completely still, just like a human figure.

The key is.

The person who came in wasn't an artist sketching.

Not to mention.

This left Jiang Chen, who was unsure whether his return was a coincidence or not, completely bewildered; he didn't know where to look.

of course.

It's already been scanned like an X-ray. It's not about being lecherous.

It's just instinct.

Who could control their eyes instantly if they were in such a situation and suddenly saw such a sight?

If only.

stand out.

He's a complete hypocrite.

"I'll go out first."

Comrade Jiang Chen is a true gentleman; he couldn't control his instincts, but he could correct them in time, and turned to leave.

Is it necessary?

Look.

This is what makes Qing Gege unique.

Yes,

Now that you've seen it, do you think you can just turn around and leave as if nothing happened?

Even gouging out the eyeballs wouldn't help.

Fang Qing grabbed the bathrobe from the bed and casually tied it on. Her calm and composed demeanor made it seem as if she were a man, not a woman.

No.

Even men probably couldn't remain this calm.

Also.

It's not Jiang Chen's fault.

He didn't install any cameras in the room, so he wasn't being honest.

"I kept my promise."

"what--?"

Jiang Chen's mind went blank, not entirely because he hadn't slept well.

He asked tentatively, "What did you promise me?"

"Didn't you want to watch the concert last night?"

Fang Qing tightened the belt of her bathrobe.

"..."

Jiang Chen froze, as if he had been frozen in place, his expression solidified.

As expected of Princess Qing.

really--

A promise is a promise!

just.

Did she agree to the invitation at the time of the concert?
I asked her casually, but she didn't reply.

No matter what.

This approach is good for both sides.

Again.

They all got a decent living.

"I...brought you breakfast. Let's have lunch together."

As Jiang Chen walked in, he deeply felt the gap in credibility between himself and Qingmei.

Look at ourselves, the promise to go to a concert together has been delayed for so many years.

Take another look at the other person.

I feel ashamed of myself.

"I thought you were gone."

"How could that be? It's raining so hard outside."

The first half of the sentence could have been enough, but they insisted on adding the second half.

"My wish has come true."

Fang Qing walked past him in slippers, probably heading to wash up.

"Crackling——"

The sound of rain hitting the ground was incessant.

Jiang Chen looked out the window.

A few hours earlier, he did say that it would be better if the weather was bad by daybreak.

It truly is a case of wishes coming true.

Ok.

That's probably what Qinggege meant.

As Jiang Chen placed the breakfast on the TV cabinet and listened to the sounds of washing up in the bathroom, the beautiful scene from earlier resurfaced in his mind, along with the exquisite satin lace embroidered lingerie set.

Xu Shangao is truly honest and doesn't deceive people.

Purple truly has a certain charm. (End of Chapter)