Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Three years later, Winterfell.

——About age——

Jiang Man knew that Cheng Zhan had feelings for Jiang Mi three years ago, until two years later, she found out that Jiang Mi and Cheng Zhan were still together.

Jiang Man was very unwilling in her heart, she didn't like Cheng Zhan very much, her sister-in-law didn't expect it, but she was looking forward to such a guy.

She was simply angry and sad about her misfortune.

For Cheng Zhan, she naturally always sneered and ridiculed, of course, the most criticized one was age.

After all, Cheng Zhan is now 36 years old, and Jiang Mi is only 27.

One day, Jiang Man went to visit Jiang Mi's house, who had moved out to live alone, and found that Cheng Zhan was watering the flowers in the backyard, and Jiang Mi was dealing with the police department's documents upstairs.

She approached Cheng Zhan unhappily, fiddled with the flowers and leaves in the pot with her fingers, and said pretending to be natural: "Oh, Mr. Cheng, you are getting old, why have you started to make these flowers and plants? You are really old." Is this the only man's hobby, how can I get along with my brother?"

Cheng Zhan was wearing a long gown, with light red lips, continued to move, straightened his glasses, and did not answer Jiang Man's words.

Jiang Mi was coming down the stairs with a report in his hand when he saw Jiang Man and shouted, "Sister."

Jiang Man glanced at him, pretending to be cold and said: "Yes."

Jiang Mi didn't notice her strangeness, and came to Jiang Man's side and smiled, "Sit in the living room and rest, sister."

With that said, Jiang Mi came to Cheng Zhan's side, "Do you want to drink medicine now?"

It seems that the root cause of Cheng Zhan's illness that fell down many years ago has not healed, and he has to take medicine from time to time.

Jiang Man sneered in his heart, this guy is not only an old man but also a medicine jar.

Cheng Zhan's clear and shallow eyes suddenly softened, and he gently pulled Jiang Mi's cuff, "Drink now."

Jiang Mi naturally held Cheng Zhan's slender hand, "Let's go."

Before taking the medicine, Jiang Mi put a toffee in Cheng Chan's palm, as if eating a candy while taking the medicine is a very common thing.

Jiang Man on the side couldn't stand it any longer, she couldn't see it anymore, she snorted, "Old man!" Then she turned and left.

Jiang Mi naturally also heard Jiang Man's words, but he didn't care about the word "old man". In his opinion, it was a very common word, not to mention that Jiang Man didn't have any malicious intentions.

He subconsciously felt that Cheng Zhan probably didn't care about the term "old man". For Jiang Mi, age was never a shameful thing for him.

until that evening.

After Jiang Mi took a shower in the bathroom, he was about to take the hair dryer to dry his hair, but found that the wire was stuck in the drawer of the cabinet under the mirror.

Jiang Mi opened the drawer and found that there were many bottles and cans in the drawer.

Some of them are printed in foreign languages, and some are domestic goods.

Jiang Mi identified them, and they seemed to be some skin care products.

He also saw three words engraved on a small round flat box next to it, "Fengzhi Cream".

Jiang Mi was stunned, he didn't know how to use this kind of thing, and there was no one else who could put this kind of thing in the bathroom drawer except Cheng Chan, could it be Cheng Chan who used it?

Jiang Mi didn't care what Cheng Zhan used. When he returned to the room, he casually said, "Brother Cheng, are those things in the bathroom drawer yours?"

Cheng Zhan took a shower before Jiang Mi, and now he was sitting there glowing red and steaming, with curly hair, less of the usual gentleness, more gentle and pleasant.

Cheng Chen paused, he took off his eyes and put them aside, "I use them..."

Jiang Mi nodded to indicate that he understood, and there was no further text.

Cheng Chan suddenly said, "...I don't want to use it either..."

Jiang Mi fastened the belt of her pajamas, turned her head and listened carefully to Cheng Zhan, "Well, what's the matter?"

Cheng Zhan couldn't help but caressed the corners of his eyes, where there were already obvious fine lines, "But I'm getting old..."

Jiang Mi stopped his hands. He felt as if he wanted to clarify something with Cheng Chan. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Cheng Chan, "I don't think you are old, but you are not old. No matter what you do, I don't care, you don't have to worry about this kind of thing all the time."

Cheng Zhan in front of him wrapped his arms around Jiang Mi's neck in an extremely docile manner.

Jiang Mi patted Cheng Chan's back comfortingly, and when Cheng Chan took Jiang Mi's hand and put it on Cheng Chan's slender collarbone, Jiang Mi slowly realized Cheng Chan's intention.

Jiang Mi knows that Cheng Zhan's health is not very good compared to before, and he has also reduced the number of such things recently.

This time, Jiang Mi was naturally ready to refuse.

But Cheng Zhan's eyes were red, he knelt on the bed, his white and slender legs made deep dents on the soft bed, he faced Jiang Mi, his voice trembling, "I... I'm really old... You don't even know me... I don't want to touch me..."

Jiang Mi didn't know how Cheng Zhan came to this conclusion, he kissed the corner of Cheng Zan's eyes lightly, and said carefully, "It's not because of your old age, it's because of your body..."

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Chan took Jiang Mi's hand and placed it on Cheng Chan's own left ventricle, "But I... want you... I want you here..."

As he spoke, Cheng Zhan slowly put Jiang Mi's hand back again, placing it between his buttocks, "And here..."

Jiang Mi frowned slightly, he could even feel the dampness of the cloth under his hand.

He hugged Cheng Cheng's waist, his eyes darkened slightly, his voice lowered, and he breathed out softly, "Have you already made preparations?"

Cheng Zhan's earlobe was red, "I've done it..."

Jiang Mi whispered to Cheng Zhan, "Didn't your back hurt recently? Do you want to lie down or sit up?"

Cheng Zhan put his head on Jiang Mi's neck and rubbed it slightly, the tails of his eyes were upturned, and there was an obsessive light in his eyes, "...I want to sit."

Jiang Mi stretched out his hand to undo the bed curtain.

Gradually the layers of panting and the slight creaking of the bed were covered up.

Until the next morning.

Cheng Zhan woke up one step ahead of Jiang Mi. He half-opened his eyes and looked at the man who was holding him.

His eyes traced Jiang Mi's sleeping brows inch by inch with strong possessiveness, it seems that only at this time can he see the shadow of the Living Hades that everyone feared in Winter City from Cheng Zhan.

Cheng Chan kissed Jiang Mi's neck, and he could vaguely see the scratches on Jiang Mi's chest.

Cheng Zhan frowned, and lightly stroked the inconspicuous scratches with his fingertips. He should have restrained himself last night, how could he scratch him, he thought a little annoyed.

As he thought about it, he suddenly felt a little sleepy again.

When he stuck the cable of the hair dryer in the drawer yesterday, he still thought that Jiang Mi might not be able to see it, but he didn't expect that everything would unfold as he thought before.

He was old, he admitted.

But he has already tasted the feeling of getting what he wants, and it is impossible to let go in this life, unless he dies.

Even if he is old, he will try his best to make Jiang Mi only see him in his eyes.

Gradually, Cheng Zhan closed his eyes again, and fell asleep quietly in Jiang Mi's arms.