Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

As soon as Jiang Yang finished speaking, he immediately felt his neck relax.

Liu Haochun has indeed stopped talking.

As a result, Liu Haochun's arms, which were wrapped around Jiang Yang's neck, also pounded down, his body going limp and burning hot.

Jiang Yang stopped in his tracks, raised his leg and used his knee to push against Liu Haochun's upturned buttocks, barely managing to hug him.

"Fine, go ahead and suck it," Jiang Yang muttered.

Headache.

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun laboriously raised his arm and put his arm around Jiang Yang's arms again.

Her burning cheeks pressed against it again.

No sucking.

She simply moved lightly next to the spot where she had just planted strawberries for Jiang Yang.

His lips trembled slightly.

I fear offending you if I advance an inch, but I'm unwilling to back down an inch.

As she left the gates of the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy, she murmured softly, "Jiang Yang, I almost became the kind of person I hate the most."

Liu Haochun's voice trembled as he rested his forehead on Jiang Yang's shoulder.

"I snatched the song 'Calories' from Chaoyue. I even came up with a reason for it, since Chaoyue is so innocent and won't hold a grudge against me."

That's what I was just about to say.

The words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.

Even though she had already returned the song to Yang Chaoyue, she still didn't want to bring it up.

Especially in front of Jiang Yang.

She changed her tune, saying, "Jiang Yang, it seems like I've been waiting for someone to tell me that I'm good enough."

Liu Haochun spoke softly, her voice very gentle: "When I was little, I waited for my dance teacher to nod in approval; when I grew up, I waited for my parents' praise; now I'm waiting for you... Am I really that pathetic?"

As she spoke, she gently tugged at Jiang Yang's collar with her fingers.

Habitually waiting for external affirmation is necessary to confirm one's self-worth.

I received a strict upbringing.

Lack of self-identity.

Jiang Yang didn't answer Liu Haochun's question. He sighed softly, "During the third round of the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam, you danced Swan Lake. You did thirty-two laps without getting dizzy, and the examiners were mesmerized. How come you can't get past me?"

Jiang Yang lifted Liu Haochun up a little: "Haochun, you are very outstanding."

"really?"

"Really, if I'm lying to you, I'll have Mai Mai bring me breakfast."

Liu Haochun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

I remembered.

Last time, Jiang Yang helped Zhao Jinmai write a few test papers and persuaded her to bring him breakfast.

The result was chive dumplings with minced garlic.

It was delicious, but it made Jiang Yang's mouth stink all day.

That day on set, Yang Chaoyue avoided Jiang Yang.

Huang Lei had to remind Jiang Yang to just listen quietly when explaining the play to him.

Jiang Yang felt much more at ease when he realized that Liu Haochun could still talk and chat. It meant that the situation wasn't too bad.

Liu Haochun pressed his burning face against Jiang Yang's neck, his voice thick with nasal congestion: "Jiang Yang, my old ankle injury is hurting again."

"Let me see."

Jiang Yang stopped in his tracks.

Liu Haochun suddenly hugged his neck tightly, looked up and smiled: "I was just kidding, I just wanted you to walk slower."

There was one more sentence that was left unsaid.

If Jiang Yang walks slower, he can hug his current feverish self more often.

When sick, one longs to be cared for.

A subtle way of gaining attention by using physical pain.

She stroked Jiang Yang's hairline at the back of his neck, a vulnerable instinct seeking warmth and support.

"If he can still lie, it means his brain isn't fried."

"They're just trying to scam you."

After Liu Haochun finished speaking, he bit his lower lip.

Concealing true feelings
She looked up and gazed at Jiang Yang.

Looking at my own reflection in Jiang Yang's eyes.

That's a better version of yourself.

No hesitation.

She hugged Jiang Yang's neck tightly again and pressed her cheek against his.

"What are you doing, Haochun?"

"Suck it one more time."

"No."

"You just agreed, but I'm sick and have a fever." Liu Haochun said with a slight sob in her voice, her fingertips trembling.

I counted my racing heartbeats to buy time.

She used her illness to gain Jiang Yang's indulgence.

He realized that having a fever was just an excuse; the real problem was wanting to be favored.

"Alright, I give up." Jiang Yang hugged Liu Haochun tighter and replied.

Jiang Yang knew what was going on.

The more Liu Haochun acts like this, the more it proves that his brain hasn't been fried.

The ideas are very clear.

Everyone knows that weakness can be used as a weapon.

Suddenly, he felt warm breath on his Adam's apple.

Hot breath.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Haochun's lips pressed against her neck, moist and tight.

Is this the kind of sucking force a girl with a high fever could produce?
Jiang Yang twitched his lips and inhaled sharply.

He'll also need to go to the hospital later to check if he's had any blood clots. (End of Chapter)