Part 7
After all, they were just fans, and what they saw were all superficial things. A gentle Liu Xichao was not gentle, and although Jiang Shulu was from a noble family, he wasn’t as all-powerful as the book described.
Tang Yue’s heart was heavy, and he felt that he was really too stupid.
He was a little sad, his heart was beating a little abnormally, and at this time, he endured it very painfully, and finally, he kissed Jiang Shulu very hard.
It was a little too emotional, and the sound of the kiss was particularly crisp, making Jiang Shulu a little surprised, and he looked at Tang Yue with a fresh gaze.
“What are you looking at?”
He mumbled, “Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?”
“Is it just a boyfriend?”
Just now, Tang Yue had opened a pack of white peach-flavored mouthwash. The taste of the kiss still lingered in Jiang Shulu’s senses. Jiang Shulu hugged Tang Yue, leaned in, and asked again, “Hmm?”
“For now, it’s a boyfriend.”
In the future, it could be the other half of a marriage certificate, a partner, a husband, or even a wife.
Tang Yue felt it was too close again, and wanted to pull back, and was even more afraid of startling Tang Mian, so he froze. In the end, it became the posture of Tang Mian just now, lying in Jiang Shulu’s arms.
It was a bit like a father coaxing a child.
“I’m leaving tomorrow night.”
“I know, you’re going to your grandfather’s birthday banquet.”
“The show said it will be on a five-day break.”
Tang Yue hummed again.
He drilled into Jiang Shulu’s arms, clearly loving this kind of hug.
Before, Tang Yue was also like this when he hugged Tang Mian. Now, the child was covered with a cashmere blanket, and the adults squeezing into one blanket was a bit small.
“Do you want to go with me?”
Having someone in his arms made Jiang Shulu feel like a certain missing piece of his heart had been filled.
He asked with some hesitation, partly because he was concerned about Tang Yue’s previous evasion of his family.
Secondly, he was worried about the other people at the banquet, and Zhu Qiong’s attitude, which might make Tang Yue feel at a loss.
“My sister is going.”
“I know, so what about you?”
Tang Yue’s voice was muffled. “I’m not going. After the five-day break, and before we move to the next location, I can take Xiao Mie to play for a while.”
Tang Yue lied with great trepidation, glad that he was now nestled in Jiang Shulu’s arms.
But he still had to find something to pinch, so he pulled at the drawstring of Jiang Shulu’s pajama pants.
This answer was within Jiang Shulu’s expectations, but he didn’t expect Tang Yue to be so bored as to do this, wrapping the drawstring around his finger, one circle after another, getting tighter and tighter.
Jiang Shulu let out a muffled groan and complained in Tang Yue’s ear, “It’s too tight.”
Tang Yue was startled and suddenly let go, hurriedly going to look at Jiang Shulu’s pants.
His hand fumbled around, and Jiang Shulu had to grab his hand, saying a little helplessly, “Do you have to be like this?”
Fortunately, the blanket was covering them, and the camera was off.
But Jiang Shulu still couldn’t take it.
He was dissatisfied with his current life, dissatisfied with his current identity, dissatisfied that he still didn’t have what he wanted.
He must, must wrap things up as soon as possible.
The cage called “the grace of raising,” fundamentally violated his birth mother’s expectations for him, and the truth Jiang Shulu had learned the year before last that made him miserable.
Jiang Shulu’s voice echoed in Tang Yue’s ear, making Tang Yue involuntarily think of that day, when Jiang Shulu was also complaining like this.
The seemingly self-sufficient and secure captain was not gentle in bed. He was the one who was invading brutally, but his tone was full of grievance.
Things like “too cute,” “too tight,” “too scratchy,” and so on, were another side of Jiang Shulu that no one would believe if Tang Yue told them.
Tang Yue didn’t speak for a long time. Jiang Shulu stroked the back of his head. “Then you and Xiao Mie…”
Jiang Shulu said in a hoarse voice, hugging Tang Yue, “What are you doing?”
This sentence was said through gritted teeth, but in the hazy light, Jiang Shulu’s face was extremely attractive in Tang Yue’s eyes, easily making one want to be mischievous.
“Shulu-ge, I didn’t mean it.”
His tone was polite, but his hand wasn’t polite at all. His voice was clear, but his eyes were unexpectedly cunning.
Jiang Shulu pinched Tang Yue’s chin, and his other hand grabbed Tang Yue’s hand, asking fiercely, “Are you in such a hurry?”
Jiang Shulu: “I’ll mistakenly think that Xiao Yue wants me a lot.”
This kind of talk was just a warm-water-cooking-a-frog joke to Jiang Shulu. He subconsciously thought that Tang Yue wouldn’t respond.
He would only be silent, blush, at most be shy for a few minutes, then look away.
Unfortunately, Jiang Shulu miscalculated this time.
The beautiful alien had completely thought things through, and had a kind of desperate, I-don’t-care attitude.
Especially passionate and bold.
“I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
It could be traced back to another time and space, when he was reading the book and was disgusted by the despicable methods of the [Tang Yue] in the book.
And was secretly fascinated by the author’s gentle descriptions of Jiang Shulu, shamefully thinking: How could anyone not love such care?
The most ridiculous thing was that he now knew the truth. A Jiang Shulu written by a fan who didn’t know the real Jiang Shulu was enough to make Tang Yue feel good, so when the real Jiang Shulu appeared in front of Tang Yue.
Just one look was enough to make the little alien fall in love.
Not to mention they had those three years, the day-and-night getting along, the occasional eye contact, physical contact, unintentional out-of-line words, the heartbreaking gaze in the dead of night…
“Jiang Shulu, you’re so good, how could I not want you.”
—”Tang Dayue’s Broadcast Time”—
Tang Dayue’s current classmate revealed that he was terrible at singing in junior high school.
He single-handedly lowered the class’s score in the choir competition.
He took the blame for Tang Yue.
During a vacation, Tang Dayue accidentally got his hands on Away’s video materials.
He cried his eyes out watching Tang Yue’s stage performances.
He also found some old fan comments, which were overly exaggerated rainbow farts.
He thought: Thank god we swapped bodies.
Otherwise, I’d be the one who could only sing well but was tone-deaf.
I’d definitely be sent back!
But as a male nanny, Tang Dayue was still complained about for singing lullabies too badly.
He sang the master of this planet to insomnia.
His salary was all deducted.
But he was promoted from a male nanny to a male secretary.
It’s just that the current boss wears a mask every day and doesn’t show his true face.
Tang Dayue to his boss: I think the part of you that’s exposed looks a bit like you.
Boss: I’m probably not as handsome as him.
Tang Dayue: Ugh.
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