The whole world knows that Mr. Ji is chasing his wife

Jiang Di was hugged tightly by Ji Yan, and his sick and hot forehead pressed against her, causing Jiang Di's cold body to heat up quickly.

Only then did he realize that the person who needed to be warmed was not him, but himself.

Jiang Di listened quietly to Ji Yan's breathing, which was a little blocked due to nasal congestion. It was fast and slow at times, just like his own heartbeat that had gone out of rhythm.

"Come up, get under the quilt and get warm."

Ji Yan helped Jiang Di take off her slippers, picked up her legs and put them into the quilt.

So warm.

Jiang Di felt the other person's temperature and raised her eyes to look at him. The blush on Ji Yan's face was unknown whether it was because of a fever or something else.

"Have you seen enough?" Perhaps feeling Jiang Di's long gaze, Ji Yan moved his face closer to her, "If you haven't seen enough, come closer and take a closer look."

His eyelashes are long, quivering like feathers, casting light shadows on the eye sockets.

Just when Jiang Di was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a warmth on his lips. Ji Yan had already kissed her, and their moist lips were gently touching each other.

"It's so soft." He said softly, with a grainy texture in his voice. "It's as soft and glutinous as the rice dumplings made with fermented rice just now."

After rubbing like this for a long time, Ji Yan saw that Jiang Di didn't resist, so he tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue and ran it back and forth on Jiang Di's lips.

Jiang Di's body softened, she lost her strength, and opened her lips to cater to him.

Ji Yan's tongue was filled with the sweetness of brown sugar and the mellow aroma of rice wine, which gave Jiang Di the illusion of being tipsy.

Because he was sick with a cold, Ji Yan's breathing was heavier than usual. The hot breath hit Jiang Di's face, making his heart itch. He couldn't help but move his legs around in the quilt.

When the cold toes touched Ji Yan's calves, he shrank back from the cold, and then immediately moved up to clamp Jiang Di's legs.

The four legs were entangled in the quilt, sticking closely to each other, and the body temperature was continuously transferred, and Jiang Di suddenly felt that his body was getting a lot hotter.

Ji Yan was right, it would be warmer if two people were together.

But Ji Yan today is slightly different from before, probably because of his illness, which weakened a lot of his tough aura.

During the kiss, Jiang Di clearly felt that he was not as aggressive as before, more like a red-faced little puppy being teased.

Thinking like this, Jiang Di found it particularly interesting, so she took the initiative to hook his tongue and suck harder, taking control of the dominant position in this intimate contact.

"Well……"

Ji Yan didn't expect Jiang Di's attack to be so fierce, so he couldn't help but snorted, as if he was easy to bully.

Jiang Di became more interested and explored his tongue deeper.

The faint fragrance of rice wine lingering in her mouth invaded her senses.

Perhaps because he didn't want Jiang Di to see his weak appearance, Ji Yan raised his hand and pulled the quilt over, covering their heads.

The two of them were squeezed into the small space under the quilt. The air was stuffy and dark and nothing could be seen. Only the sound of lips and tongues intertwining during the kiss echoed.

Ji Yan's restless hands stroked Jiang Di's shoulder blades back and forth, and then slid downwards, outlining her waist and hips.

Warm palms pressed against the whole body. Jiang Di was kissed so hard that he could not breathe easily. He quickly let go of Ji Yan's lips and breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling together.

Suddenly, Jiang Di felt a chill on his shoulders, and his clothes were gently lifted open by Ji Yan, as if he was peeling an orange.

"You don't look like a sick person at all now." Jiang Di held down Ji Yan's hand to prevent him from moving.

Her voice also started to become hoarse, as if Ji Yan had caught a cold.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yan, like a puppy, rubbed Jiang Di's chin with his hair and begged: "I'm already sick, please let me go."

Jiang Di was begged by Ji Yan to relent, and slowly let go of his hand, letting him lower his head and lick and bite his collarbone.

The touch is quickly transmitted through the skin to the brain, which controls the massive secretion of happy dopamine.

Jiang Di's hands were not idle either, pinching Ji Yan's tight abdominal muscles from time to time.

When the palms moved away from his body, the palm prints were in contact with the well-defined abdominal muscles, and the longitude and latitude intertwined.

The quilt was filled with an indescribable and ambiguous smell. Jiang Di opened the quilt and breathed in the fresh air.

At some point, it started to rain lightly outside the window.

The window sill was exposed to the drizzle and got soaked.

The sound of pattering water echoed in the room. Jiang Di slowly closed his eyes, unable to tell whether it was the sound of rain outside the window or something else.

I don’t know how long it took, but the rain became heavier and heavier.

Big raindrops slapped randomly on the glass window, like the tide about to come ashore, one wave higher than the other, as if the desire that had been accumulated for a long time was about to burst out.

The violent conflict shattered Jiang Di's sanity. She was like a butterfly that couldn't find its direction in the wind and rain. Her wings were trembling fragilely, but she couldn't withstand the fierce attacking wave.

The showers passed over the branches, each time heavier than the last.

The bed frame creaked and crumbled together with the helpless fluttering wings of the butterfly.

The fragile butterfly in the wind and rain has exhausted its strength and is paralyzed in the tide.

A warmth surged in, reaching the bottom of my heart.

……

Sticky sweat stuck Jiang Di's hair to his face, revealing a messy beauty.

"call……"

Jiang Di let out a long sigh of relief, recovering from the intense intensity just now.

The bed was in a mess, but Ji Yan lay obediently on her chest, his shoulder blades rising and falling regularly, as if he was tired.

Jiang Di reached out towards his lips, and there was still mucus on it that had not yet dried.

"Ok?"

Ji Yan made a dull nasal sound.

Jiang Di felt the tiny touch caused by the vibration of his vocal cords, like the purr of a kitten when it feels comfortable.

Jiang Di wanted to get up, but Ji Yan restrained him tightly: "Where are you going?"

There was a pitiful fear of abandonment in his tone.

"I'm going to wash up." Jiang Di patted his head and said softly.

"Let's go together, I'll help you." Ji Yan still refused to let go.

"No." Jiang Di thought about the scene, "This is so embarrassing."

"What's so embarrassing?" Ji Yan's nasal voice seemed to be getting heavier, "I've seen it all."

"If I had known better, I should have dug your eyeballs out first and then put them back again when we were done."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment and complained unconvincedly: "You are so cruel."

He clung to Jiang Di like a child, with a bit of coquettishness in his tone.

Is this still the Ji Yan she knows? Jiang Di couldn't help but think.

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower and I'll be right back."

Jiang Di pinched the tip of his nose, and Ji Yan was so suffocated that he could only let go.

……

in the bathroom.

The shower head poured down, and the water vapor gradually covered the glass door with a vague white layer.

The smell of shower gel lingers in the air, with a hint of tea, making people relax.

The water flowed down from the top of his head. Jiang Di frowned slightly, thinking about the amount of information he had just obtained today.

It seems that there is still some indigestion.

It turns out that her marriage to Ji Yan was not Mrs. Ji's arbitrary decision, nor was it her own wishful thinking.

In the past few years, Jiang Di has always thought that Ji Yan blamed himself for the arranged marriage, so he was very cold towards her.

But if you think about it carefully, they got married just when Ji Yan took over the Crown World Group.

Doubts from the outside world and fragmented internal forces were all waiting for him, a young man who had just graduated, to deal with them.

I don’t know how he spent those countless stressful nights alone in the company.

Jiang Di suddenly felt a little regretful. If only he could understand all this, stand firmly with him, and face those doubting voices together.