She has a delicate body, and she makes the abstinent Master Xi descend from the altar.

Chapter 103 102: I don’t like women who don’t scream in bed!

June 24.

Xi Jin came back with injuries all over.

Wen Yunran looked very distressed. He endured the soreness in his eyes and went to get the medical kit to help him treat his wounds.

She remained silent, tears falling silently from her eyes.

"Ranran," Xi Jin touched Wen Yunran's cheek and wiped away her tears with her fingertips, "don't cry."

Wen Yunran treated his wound and bandaged it.

"Xi Jin, who do you think I am to you?"

Xi Jin answered very seriously: "The most important person in my life."

Wen Yunran shook his head: "No."

Xi Jin held her hand: "Yes."

Wen Yunran said, "Then, can you give up your faith for me?"

Xi Jin was silent.

Wen Yunran smiled, "I don't know what you want to do, but you should know that you are not alone now. You have been abroad for only a week, and you came back with injuries. Have you ever thought about me?"

"sorry."

A week ago, Neff's men intercepted his convoy from the Shadow Southeast Branch.

The car was loaded with supplies to be sent to remote mountainous areas.

Although the entire Shadow walks in the gray area of ​​black and white, since he took over the management of the Southeast Branch, he has not allowed the people in his branch to touch those black things.

He can't control so much, he can only control his own one-third of an acre of land.

"Xi Jin." Wen Yunran stood up, "You have a good rest at home, I have to go out for something."

She's getting a little angry.

What makes Xi Jin angry is not that he is unwilling to give up his faith for her, but that he doesn't take his body seriously.

This is the second time she has helped him treat his wounds.

"Where are you going?"

Wen Yunran was a little unhappy in his bones: "Don't worry about it."

She took her bag, opened the door and went out.

"Dyeing."

He was injured and had difficulty moving. When he chased after him, the door had been closed.
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Eight o'clock in the evening, Qili Xiangdu.

Aunt Lin quit her job as a servant at Zhao Qinglin's house because of family problems.

Before a new servant was found, Jiang He was taking care of everything at Zhao Qinglin's house.

She took the dishes out of the kitchen, went to Zhao Qinglin's room and knocked on the door.

Zhao Qinglin, who was slumped in the chair, was still playing the game and cursed angrily: "Damn it, if you don't know how to play, don't play."

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhao Qinglin looked out: "What's wrong?"

Jiang He: It’s time to eat.

"Oh, just one more game."

Jiang He went to the restaurant.

Ten minutes later, Zhao Qinglin came to the restaurant.

There were five or six dishes on the dining table, and the dishes were very exquisite and delicious.

He pulled out a chair and sat down: "Jiang He, why did you cook so many dishes today?"

Jiang He glanced at him and was lost in thought for a while, but quickly looked back and just shook his head.

She took off her apron and was wearing a black dress.

The skirt is very short and the neckline is very low.

She also sat down at the dining table and served Zhao Qinglin the meal.

"Jiang He."

Jiang He looked up at Zhao Qinglin's face in response.

"Are the college entrance examination results coming out today?"

He just took a look at the news. This year's college entrance examination results came out one day earlier than before.

Jiang He nodded.

"Did you check your score?"

Jiang He shook his head.

"Let's go and check the score first."

Regarding Jiang He's college entrance examination scores, Zhao Qinglin seemed more anxious than she was.

Zhao Qinglin went to the room, took out his laptop and turned it on.

“What’s the website address for checking scores?”

Jiang He lost the website address in the past.

"What's your admission ticket number?"

Jiang He went back to the room and got his admission ticket.

Zhao Qinglin entered his admission ticket number and his name.

After all the information was entered, Zhao Qinglin moved his mouse to the "Query" button on the screen.

He was about to click query.

Jiang He grabbed his arm.

Zhao Qinglin asked: "What's wrong? Are you nervous?"

Jiang He shook her head, she was not nervous at all.

Because she has a very deep understanding of herself, she can predict her approximate score.

Jiang He was not nervous, but Zhao Qinglin was so nervous that his palms holding the mouse were sweaty.

Damn, it's like he's taking the college entrance examination.

"If you're not nervous, why are you pulling me?"

Jiang He stared at him affectionately with tender eyes. Zhao Qinglin did not dare to look into her eyes.

Although his expression looked quite harmless, it was extremely lethal to Zhao Qinglin.Jiang He gestured in sign language: What score do you hope I can get?

Zhao Qinglin thought for a while and gave a conservative figure: "A score of 600 or above is fine."

Jiang He: I can’t get into Imperial University with a score of 600.

She still remembered that she promised him at that time that even if she was not recommended, she would still be able to take the normal college entrance examination and get admitted to Tokyo University.

"How many points can I get?"

Jiang He: At least 720 points.

720 points!
Zhao Qinglin was silent: "..."

That was a score he couldn't even imagine.

Jiang He’s sign language: Brother Qinglin, tomorrow is June 25th.

She was telling him: Brother Qinglin, tomorrow is my birthday, I will be an adult tomorrow.

Zhao Qinglin said: "I know, today is June 24th, and tomorrow will definitely be the 25th."

Sure enough, he had forgotten all about it.

She smiled and motioned for him to check the score.

Zhao Qinglin clicked the "Query" button.

The interface is spinning in circles...

Zhao Qinglin clenched his fists nervously.

Jiang He also stared at the screen.

After five seconds, the query results are displayed on the screen.

【Total score: 738 points】

"Wow, Jiang He, you scored 738 points!"

Zhao Qinglin immediately stood up from the sofa, couldn't help his excitement, and hugged Jiang He.

Jiang He didn't push him away, just stood there blankly and let him hold her.

Ten seconds later, after Zhao Qinglin's excitement stabilized, his consciousness returned.

After regaining consciousness, he felt some soft touches on his hard chest.

this touch...

He quickly understood.

He immediately let go of Jiang He.

"Sorry, I was too excited just now."

Jiang He shook his head with a slight smile hidden on his face.

738 points, 8 points more than her estimated score.

She said in sign language: Brother Qinglin, I did not disappoint you. I passed the score line of Teito University.

Zhao Qinglin touched her head: "Well, I know, our Jiang He is the best."

Hearing Zhao Qinglin's praise, Jiang He felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"When will you fill out the volunteer application?"

Jiang He replied: By the end of the month.

Zhao Qinglin nodded.

Jiang He pointed at the dining table: Let's eat first.

Zhao Qinglin returned to the dining table.

"Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you to the hospital."

Jiang He's eyebrows were puzzled. She put down the bowl and asked: Why?
Zhao Qinglin said: "Didn't you tell me before that you couldn't speak because you ate the wrong things when you were a child?"

Jiang He nodded.

"I asked some medical experts a few days ago, and they said that your throat is not congenital. If it is acquired, it can be cured by surgery."

"Brother wants to cure your throat and give you a new voice."

Jiang He was silent for a while and gestured in sign language: This surgery must be expensive, right?

"You don't have to worry about the cost."

Jiang He bit his lip, and after a long time, he responded in sign language: Brother Qinglin, you have been very good to me, so don't worry about my throat.

"Just go as I'm told. I've already said you don't have to worry about the cost."

Jiang He thought that she had graduated from high school.

Moreover, after today, she will be an adult.

She can make money to support herself, and she really doesn't want to trouble him anymore.

The more he helped her, the more she couldn't pay it back.

She still shook her head.

"Why don't you want to heal your throat?"

It’s not that I don’t want to be treated, it’s that I don’t want to owe you.

My feelings for you are no longer pure. If I still accept your treatment of me, it will make me think that you also like me, Brother Qinglin.

Jiang He replied: I think I’m doing well as I am now, and it doesn’t matter if I can’t speak for the rest of my life.

Anyway, I probably won’t stay by your side forever.

So...what does it matter whether you can speak or not?
"Jiang He."

Zhao Qinglin's tone suddenly became much louder.

Jiang He was suddenly startled and stared at Zhao Qinglin's face.

Zhao Qinglin put down the bowl and said with a bit of anger in his voice: "Don't you listen to my brother again?"

Jiang He didn't respond.

"Go get your throat healed!"

Zhao Qinglin licked the corners of his lips gently, and even he himself did not expect what he said next.

"Don't you want to go to bed with me? I don't like women who don't scream in bed!"

　good night ha~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)