Although Jiang Siyan said that, Jiang Jiu was still nervous.
For precisely this reason, Jiang Jiu found it more difficult than usual to relax, and Jiang Siyan, with the veins on his forehead barely protruding, could not help but fiercely press her under him and bully her even more ruthlessly.
Jiang Siyan clamped Jiang Jiu's chin, dominantly kissing her red lips.
...
When the alarm rang, Jiang Jiu opened her eyes reluctantly.
But she had a live broadcast today, so Jiang Jiu still got dressed meticulously, donning her professional attire, which made her look every bit the capable career woman.
Jiang Siyan was dressed in casual clothes, presumably having just come back from exercising outside, sweat on his forehead, with breakfast he had bought laid out on the table.
Two salted vegetable pancakes, a long bean pancake, a fried dough stick, two bowls of wonton soup, and a serving of steamed dumplings.
