All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

The sudden hug made Jiang Tang's bangs tremble slightly, and he smiled faintly.

"What are you doing, trying to take advantage of me?"

"Hmm, young master, would you like to shout it out?"

The maid seems unusually "brave" today.

Her hand began to mischievously slide down Jiang Tang's thin shirt.

"Eek!"

But then she blushed and made a shy sound.

"You're the one who provoked me, so don't cry later."

Jiang Tang finished cleaning up the dishes and wiped his damp hands with a tissue.

Next, it's time to deal with the maids.

Summer is not yet over, and spring is still in full bloom.

The girl's exclamation became a melody more beautiful than the birdsong at dawn.

……

Staying at home means not being serious at all.

After Jiang Tang finished, he leaned back on the bed and calmly read a novel on his phone.

Beside him, Shi Xue, her soft, pinkish body wrapped in a sheet, remained dazed, constantly exhaling warm breath, nestled against her master like a lump of soft mud.

She clenched her small fist, tried to lift it up, and then lowered it.

The little pink fist punched Jiang Tang's shoulder, making him feel as if he had been gently rubbed by the head of some kind of feline.

It really doesn't count as "hitting someone," but rather as satisfying future whining and covering up one's shame.

"Bad...bad guy."

"The one who started it has no right to say that." Jiang Tang said with a relaxed and carefree expression.

Shi Xue bit her lip, an indescribable shyness gathering like clouds and rain in her watery eyes.

She didn't argue with her master, otherwise she would be suspected of "getting a good deal and then acting innocent".

Therefore, Ye Shixue simply lay peacefully beside her master, savoring and enjoying the experience a second time.

My legs, which I had been quietly clenching together, felt slightly cold.

After a while, she said casually.

"Master, what you just used... was the last one."

"Huh?" Jiang Tang was so engrossed in the world of the novel that he didn't react for a moment.

But soon, he realized something, and a rare look of surprise appeared on his calm face.

"We used it... so fast?"

Even his tone became slightly more forceful, revealing a hint of surprise.

Jiang Tangming felt that he had just bought a few new boxes online not long ago, thinking that they would last longer.

Ye Shixue blushed and punched her master again, more like giving him a massage.

"How dare you say that, Master!"

"What's there to be embarrassed about? Shixue is the one who should be responsible for this household expense."

"Waaah..."

Although I hate to admit it, it is indeed the truth.

Jiang Tang said he was the active party in the relationship, but he was also the passive party; this statement is a philosophical one.

The gist is that if it weren't for Shi Xue constantly tempting him with her body, he would generally be quite celibate and spend his free time reading, turning the pages of books over and over again, rather than looking at a woman's body.

Shi Xue, her face flushed, nestled beside Jiang Tang, not wanting to pay any attention to her master for the time being.

Until the latter shook his head, sighed softly, and smiled again.

"I'll go out and buy it when I have some free time, okay?"

Shi Xue's ears immediately perked up like a snow-white rabbit.

"... um~"

To appear reserved, she waited a while before responding.

But the joy and excitement in his words were already palpable.

043 Chasing Back

There seem to be a lot of harassing phone calls lately.

I received a call late last night, but thankfully it was on silent so it didn't disturb Jiang Tang and Ye Shixue's rest.

Another number called this morning, but Jiang Tang didn't answer it either, and hesitated between blocking it or not.

Ye Shixue hummed and whimpered in Jiang Tang's arms for a long time, her muttering was quite adorable.

It's a holiday, a time when I can rest freely in your arms.

But after a short while, she dragged her weak and limp body up and started working on her manuscript.

It's clear that next week's comic convention is a very important stepping stone for her.

Therefore, Jiang Tang respected and supported his maid's choice, quietly reading the novel without disturbing her.

The sound of the brush echoed in my ears; it was actually quite pleasant and made it easy to imagine what Shixue looked like at that moment.

A quiet and gentle girl, a girl who is quite charming when she is immersed in her own world.

Jiang Tang turned a page of the novel, and the last excerpt read: If you are interested in her, how do you conquer this woman?

He actually reads a wide variety of books, whether ancient or modern, classics or novels, and even well-written erotic stories he finds on certain unspeakable websites.

Watching the protagonist in a book conquer one woman after another is actually quite exhilarating.

Of course, this doesn't mean Jiang Tang is envious.

However, he was sentenced to "death" too early; due to his genetic defect, he was not suitable to harm one pitiful and lovely girl after another.

It's like a door in life has been closed, and the resulting sense of regret is inevitable.

It's not that Jiang Tang has to be a scumbag to feel good.

He is actually a man with a broad understanding of love. When he was a child, he had just begun to understand the meaning of liking someone, and he thought that liking someone meant disregarding everything and that it did not necessarily mean being devoted to one person.

You will love the bright wild roses in the early morning, and you will also love the orchids when you drink alone at night.

Liking something doesn't discriminate between noble and lowly; it just means you have to work a little harder than others, tending to the flowers and plants with equal sincerity, so they don't wither and shed tears.

But now he has become so timid and hesitant that he's almost pathetic.

Before the genetic match, he even thought that one day, after bridging the gap in money and status between the two of them, he would have a chance to find An Qianxi and get back together with her.

But after the genetic matching was completed, he thought that it would be best if someone like him could stay away from An Qianxi...

But fate is fickle, and he unexpectedly encounters her again, An Qianxi.

And Jiang Tang wasn't as indifferent as he had imagined.

Or.

The way he cared—it was utterly embarrassing.

I closed my eyes, intending to rest, but then my phone rang again, which was completely out of place.

"I'll go out to meet him."

Leaving those words behind, Jiang Tang took his phone, slipped on his slippers, and left home.

He didn't want to disturb Shixue, who was working hard.

But this raises another point of doubt.

Why would he choose to answer such a strange call this time?

The reason isn't that complicated. Regardless of whether the other party is customer service for the game or trying to sell something, simply refusing is never a good solution.

So just answer the call and see what the other person has to say, then block her.

Actually, there was another reason: Jiang Tang didn't want to continue dwelling on his frustration.

So I use the phone to distract myself.

"Hello," I greeted politely.

The other party did not respond immediately, but Jiang Tang seemed to hear slightly rapid breathing.

The sound of a woman's breathing.

It's easy to tell; their breath is fine and hurried, and most of the time it's because they're angry.

Anger at the level of "Why didn't you answer my call!"

Jiang Tang was naturally sensitive to this kind of emotion, after all, neither Shi Xue nor An Qianxi were the type to get angry at him after he missed a call.

Shi Xue would probably be worried, while An Qianxi thought that Jiang Tang could have his own things to do and decided to call back later.

"After all this time, you've finally answered my call?"

"Um... who are you?" Jiang Tang's voice was slightly cold and resistant.

He hated this kind of arrogant woman who acted as if he owed her something from the start, without distinguishing right from wrong.

This is assuming that the other party is not the one who misunderstood her.

Hearing Jiang Tang's slightly cold tone, the woman on the other end of the phone realized her lapse in composure.

Her long, slender eyelashes trembled slightly; they weren't fake eyelashes applied with makeup, but the real thing, making one want to count the shadows in her eyes under the light—eyes that were sometimes alluring and sometimes indifferent.

"Feel sorry……"

In fact, she is very polite.