Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

After the adjustment was completed, Aimei slumped softly onto the edge of the pool.

The warm spring water enveloped her tired body; she was too lazy to even move her fingers, her mind a complete blank.

Jiang Chuan leaned against the pool wall, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

He glanced at Aimee, then stood up from the water.

He walked over to Aimei, bent down, put one hand under her armpit, and scooped up her legs with the other.

"Huh?"

Before Aimei could react, she was lifted into the air and picked up.

Princess hug.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively reached out and hugged Jiang Chuan's neck.

This position allowed her to press her entire body against Jiang Chuan's chest, clearly feeling the warmth of his chest and smelling his masculine scent mixed with the mineral aroma of hot springs.

Her face flushed red again.

But this time she didn't dodge; instead, she gently rested her face on Jiang Chuan's shoulder.

Jiang Chuan carried her out of the hot spring pool, his footsteps making a steady sound as he stepped onto the stone path.

Water droplets dripped from the two of them, leaving a wet trail on the stone pavement.

The shower room is on the other side of the hot spring pool. It is a semi-open space separated by a bamboo curtain, and contains two shower heads and several small wooden stools.

Jiang Chuan gently put Ai Mei down and let her sit on a small stool.

"Hold on tight."

"Um……"

Aimei sat obediently with her legs together and her hands on her knees, looking as docile as a kitten.

Then she saw Jiang Chuan turn on the shower, adjust the water temperature, and then pick up the showerhead and walk towards her.

"etc……"

Aimei then realized, "You...you're going to help me wash?"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Chuan said matter-of-factly, "Can you even wash yourself in your current state?"

Aimei opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Maybe she could do it herself, but Jiang Chuan helped her wash...

She wanted to too~

Jiang Chuan squatted down beside her, and the water from the showerhead gently poured onto Ai Mei's shoulders.

Warm water flowed down her collarbone, across her chest, and down the curves of her body.

Aimei shuddered and tensed up completely.

Jiang Chuan placed his palm on her shoulder, the warmth of his palm seeping through her skin, carrying a reassuring power.

His fingers gently massaged her shoulders, with just the right amount of pressure.

"Relax."

His voice was deep and gentle, like he was coaxing a frightened kitten.

Ai Mei's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

Jiang Chuan's hand slid down her calf and finally grasped her small foot, washing each of her toes one by one.

Every movement was slow and meticulous, as if handling a fragile piece of porcelain.

Looking at his focused profile, Aimei felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

This man... is so gentle~

Aimei bit her lip, and the truth she had been refusing to admit finally surfaced in her heart.

She likes Jiang Chuan.

It's not just that I don't dislike it, it's that I like it.

I've liked it for a while now.

Now, after experiencing everything that just happened, she realized that she was completely conquered by this man.

Not just the body, but also the mind.

Jiang Chuan's hands had already reached her waist, his fingers gently tracing her back, sending a tingling sensation through her.

Aimei couldn't help but shrink back and let out a soft groan.

"itch?"

"A little..."

Jiang Chuan's lips curled up slightly, and he deliberately tickled her waist again.

"Jiang Chuan!" Ai Mei called out reproachfully, reaching out to slap his hand.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

Jiang Chuan continued to help her clean.

"Your skin is very good," Jiang Chuan suddenly said.

Ai Mei's face flushed again: "What...what are you saying all of a sudden..."

"To tell you the truth," Jiang Chuan said calmly.

But my heart, which loves beauty, couldn't help but beat faster.

Jiang Chuan moved his hand from her back to her front, slowly sliding down her ribs.

Ai Mei's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Wait...wait a minute!"

Aimei suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Chuan's wrist.

"Um... I can do this myself!"

Ai Mei's face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and her voice trembled.

Jiang Chuan looked at her with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"Sure?"

"I'm...definite!"

Aimei nodded vigorously, her head bobbing like a chick pecking at rice.

Jiang Chuan didn't insist and withdrew his hand.

"Then you wash it yourself, I'll wash mine."

"Um……"

Aimei took the showerhead and watched Jiang Chuan walk to another showerhead, turn his back to her, and begin to rinse.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but there was still a strange feeling in her heart.

Disappointed? Probably.

She shook her head, banishing those chaotic thoughts from her mind, and began to carefully cleanse herself.

The hot water washed over my body, washing away all the fatigue and stickiness.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Chuan beside her.

In the mist, Jiang Chuan's figure stood tall and strong, with broad shoulders, a taut waist, and...

Ai Mei quickly averted her gaze, her heart pounding.

She quickly washed herself clean and then turned off the shower.

"Are you done washing?"

Jiang Chuan's voice came from behind.

"Um……"

"Then I'll dry you off."

"Need not……"

Before she could finish speaking, a large towel was placed over her head.

Jiang Chuan stood behind her, gently wiping her hair with a towel, his movements incredibly tender.

Aimei looked at the man in front of her through the gap in the towel, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore.

It's so heartwarming to have rivers and streams around.

It warmed my heart.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chuan noticed her unusual behavior and stopped what he was doing.

"It's nothing," Aimi shook her head, her voice a little muffled, "It's just... thank you."

"Thank me?" Jiang Chuan chuckled, then reached out and ruffled her hair.

"Fool, you helped me today, I should be thanking you."

It was just two words, but Ai Mei could hear the tenderness in them.

Her lips curled up, but her eyes were a little wet.

After drying off, Jiang Chuan picked up a bathrobe that had been prepared nearby and helped Aimei put it on.

"Put it on, don't catch a cold."

Aimei obediently stretched out her arms, letting the bathrobe wrap around her.

Jiang Chuan bent down again and picked her up in a princess carry.

Aimee wasn't surprised this time. She naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his embrace like a lazy cat.

The distance from the shower room to the room isn't far, but Aimei wishes the path could be a little longer.

She leaned against Jiang Chuan's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the vibrations in his chest, and her whole body relaxed.

When they reached the door, Jiang Chuan freed one hand to push it open.

Gently place Aimei on the bed and pull the blanket over her.

The bed was warm, but Ai Mei suddenly felt a void in her heart.

She watched as Jiang Chuan straightened up and turned to leave.

He is leaving.

Her beautiful fingers clenched tightly under the covers.

She is not a woman who likes to argue.

From childhood to adulthood, she has always been the type to stay quietly in the corner, never competing or making a fuss.

But today...

Today is her first time.

She didn't want to be alone.

"Jiangchuan..."

The sound was as soft as a mosquito's hum, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Jiang Chuan stopped and turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Aimei bit her lip, her face flushed a faint pink under the dim bedside lamp.

"My...my bed is quite big..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and the last few words were almost squeezed out between her teeth.

After saying that, she wished she could pull the blanket over her head and bury herself.

Jiang Chuan looked at her, paused for a moment, and then slowly smiled.

understood!

"It's been quite cold at night lately," Jiang Chuan said tactfully.

"Aren't you cold if you love beauty?"

Aimei nodded vigorously, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"Yes...there might be a little..."

"Then I'll go with you?"

"Um!"

Jiang Chuan lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down.

He had just lain down when Aimei snuggled into his arms like a kitten.

She buried her face in his chest, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and curled up beside him.

"It's so warm..."

"With you here, I feel so warm~"

Her fingers gently stroked his back, as if to confirm that he was real.

Jiang Chuan didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged her, gently patting her back with his hand.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing together.

Aimei nestled in Jiang Chuan's arms, completely enveloped by his presence.

very warm.

very safe.

In Jiang Chuan's arms, Ai Mei's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and her body gradually relaxed.

She was thinking vaguely before she lost consciousness.

Tomorrow, I must go and cheer Jiang Chuan on.

Look at how he won the championship.

He must look really handsome.

With a smile playing on her lips, she drifted off to sleep…