In the evening, Jiang Meng cooked a bowl of ginseng soup and brought it to the room himself.
This time, he planned to have a good talk with Hu Miaomiao and understand why she was crying.
However, as soon as he opened the door, a pillow flew towards him, and even though Jiang Meng was able to dodge quickly, he still spilled half a bowl of ginseng soup.
Hu Miaomiao didn't give him a chance to speak and immediately ran out, but Jiang Meng picked her up with one hand and returned to the house.
"Where do you want to go?" Jiang Meng endured, not wanting to let his anger scare her.
Hu Miaomiao was so angry that she raised her face stubbornly and let out a loud "hum". No matter what he said, she neither wanted to hear nor answer.
Jiang Meng took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Come here and drink the ginseng soup tonight."
"I'm not drinking."
Last night, Hu Miaomiao vaguely heard what he and Dr. Qin said. Because he was weak and had difficulty conceiving, he needed to drink ginseng soup to replenish his body.
But his future wife will be Lin Yuqing, so what does it have to do with him whether he can give birth or whether he wants to recuperate?
Jiang Meng frowned and asked, "Why don't you drink?"
"No reason, I just don't want to drink."
However, not even a three-year-old child believed her words, let alone Jiang Meng.
"Can you stop being so arrogant?"
Her health was already in poor condition, but now she refused to eat or take medicine. How could she bear it?
If you get sick again, how uncomfortable will you feel?
"Okay, if you don't drink, I'll force you to drink."
Today, she would drink this bowl of ginseng soup no matter what.
Jiang Meng trapped Hu Miaomiao with one hand. If it had happened in the past, he would have gotten what he wanted.
But at this moment, Hu Miaomiao didn't know where the anger came from, and he actually broke away one hand and almost knocked over the decoction in his hand.
"I don't drink!"
Jiang Meng's face was gloomy, he put the soup bowl on the table, trapped her in his arms again, gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"I don't need you to take care of it, just take care of Lin Yuqing!"
Jiang Meng couldn't bear it until his veins popped out. He didn't know where her suspicion came from, so he asked in a deep voice, "What does it have to do with her?"
Seeing that he still refused to admit it, Hu Miaomiao felt desperate and deeply sad.
However, Hu Miaomiao held his breath and did not understand what he said. He only said: "You know what I said."
If he didn't dare to admit his engagement to Lin Yuqing, but chose to hide it, how could Hu Miaomiao not doubt his intentions?
Jiang Meng took a few deep breaths to keep himself calm, and then asked, "Can you speak properly?"
"Do you think I'm being unreasonable?"
Hu Miaomiao's eyes turned red, but she refrained from crying and said, "In this case, just go find someone who can talk to you properly, why are you locking me up?"
After saying that, she struggled even harder, and her sharp nails made several cuts on Jiang Meng's arm.
Jiang Meng became fierce and imprisoned her in his arms. He took a sip of the ginseng soup and then forcefully poured it into her mouth.
"Woooo..."
Hu Miaomiao wanted to shake her head, but was hugged tighter. She could only raise her head and drink sip after sip of ginseng soup.
Gradually, the strength of her struggle became smaller and her eyes gradually became misty.
After finishing the bowl of medicine, Jiang Meng still couldn't bear to let go, entwining his lips and tongue with hers over and over again, as if this was the only way to suppress the uneasiness in his heart.
In fact, how could he feel better when Hu Miaomiao was crying and making trouble?
The unexplained anxiety was like a thorn piercing deep into his heart, making him feel stabbing pains every moment.
However, Jiang Meng was too taciturn and could not express his emotions after all. As long as he was a person who could speak sweet words, he would not make each other so sad.
But he knew that Hu Miaomiao liked his kiss.
In order to make her happy, Jiang Meng deepened the kiss over and over again, patrolling his territory with his big palms.
Finally, Hu Miaomiao gradually softened and leaned tremblingly in Jiang Meng's arms, helplessly opening her small mouth to let him penetrate deeper.
The ambiguous "tsk tsk" sound never stopped, making the rose flowers by the window blush.
"Woo!" Hu Miaomiao trembled slightly, her exposed skin red and white, "It's so cold..."
"Miaomiao, hold me tight, I won't be cold soon." Jiang Meng's eyes turned red as he hugged her to the bed.
He was too heavy. Hu Miaomiao groaned and pushed him away slightly, blushing intoxicatingly, "I can't breathe."
Jiang Meng stood up slightly, removed all the weight from his body, and asked impatiently: "Is it okay now?"
Hu Miaomiao nodded, blushing all over with embarrassment.
However, Jiang Meng wanted to kiss her again, but she refused. He couldn't help asking, "Why don't you let me kiss you?"
Hu Miaomiao turned her head and did not answer his words.
Jiang Meng was dissatisfied, and brought up the past again: "You said you would let me kiss you as much as you wanted when you got home, but I'm far from satisfied."
Not only was it not enjoyable, it was even more uncomfortable.
Hu Miaomiao looked gloomy and mentioned Lin Yuqing again.
But Jiang Meng said: "What happens between us has nothing to do with anyone. The only person I want to kiss from the beginning to the end is you."
"Miaomiao, don't you understand my feelings?"
Jiang Meng was very handsome, and his deep eyes revealed extremely aggressive emotions. When he looked at her wholeheartedly, Hu Miaomiao's heart trembled.
Maybe he really likes me?
Thinking this way, Hu Miaomiao's mood improved a little, but she fell into a deeper entanglement.
As a little fox-turned-spirit, Hu Miaomiao was a human for the first time after all, and she didn't understand many emotions. She wanted to be with Jiang Meng, but there was another voice in her mind saying that it was wrong for her to do so.
She really doesn't understand what is wrong and what is right.
Because of the inner conflict, Hu Miaomiao still pushed Jiang Meng away. Faced with his question, she could only say, "You go take a shower first."
Jiang Meng looked at her steadily, then stood up and said goodbye.
After Jiang Meng left, Hu Miaomiao's heart was still fluctuating. She lay on the bed for a while, then slowly walked to the window, only to realize that it was already dark.
Suddenly, Hu Miaomiao saw a piece of clothing falling outside. Upon closer inspection, it was Jiang Meng's.
Hu Miaomiao walked out, picked up a change of clothes that had fallen to the ground, and went to find him.
At the same time, Jiang Meng was taking a shower.
He was strong and fierce, with smooth muscle lines. A ladle of water poured down from his handsome face and flowed over his strong chest and back. Every move exuded a strong masculine aura.
At this time, Lin Yuqing quietly walked out from behind him. Looking at his strong body, she was already feeling itchy.
Such a strong man should be his...
Lin Yuqing's heartbeat quickened and she gently hugged Jiang Meng from behind.
