Take her as my wife

Jiang Ni awkwardly looked away, withdrew her hand, and gestured towards the bathroom: "Take a cold shower to calm down."

However, Tan Wen was extremely thick-skinned and asked frankly, "Can't you help me with the crafts, sister? Taking a cold shower isn't as efficient."

Having no experience, Jiang Ni didn't understand what he meant by "doing handicrafts" and gave him a confused look: "?"

Her gaze left Tan Wen bewildered, prompting him to wonder if she always went straight to the point when sleeping with Tan Yan. "Hmm, fine, you don't understand, but how come you don't even know how to do handicrafts?"

But then I thought, maybe Jiang Ni's aloof personality made her reserved in bed, and Tan Yan wanted to maintain his "hypocritical gentleman" image, so he didn't dare to try anything fancy.

Ha, that's great, Tan Yan is no match for him.

He will teach her slowly—but not now.

Otherwise, what if my true nature is revealed too quickly and I scare her away? A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan.

"It's nothing..." He stood up.

Jiang Ni saw it for a moment,

[Bow] Single movement.

...That's an outrageous size.

She pretended to look down at her watch: "Oh... it's getting late, I have to go back."

Tan called out to her, "We've already paid for the room, it would be a waste if we didn't stay. Sister, I won't do anything, I promise."

Looking into his pleading eyes and hearing his sincere tone, Jiang Ni nodded in a daze, abandoning her thought of going home.

—In other words, she tacitly agreed to his request to spend the night at the hotel with him.

The sound of water came from the bathroom.

Jiang Ni's thirst for knowledge was reignited. She took out her phone and sent a message to Liu Jiaren: What does it mean when a man says he wants to help him with handicrafts?

Liu Jiaren seems to live online 24/7, replying instantly: Which man asked you to do crafts for him?! Tan asked?!

Jiang Ni was deeply impressed by her keen insight and replied with an "Mm." After thinking for a moment, she added: "He confessed to me that he was the owner of that anonymous number, and then our relationship has progressed further."

[Jiajia]: That brat has such a lucky life. (Rolls eyes.gif)

[Jiajia]: But considering that he can bring you sexual happiness, I still want to congratulate him.

[Jiajia]: It means you need to help him with this. (Little monkey rubbing corn up and down.gif)

...There's no need for both pictures and text.

Jiang Ni understood, and her ears burned—had he adapted to his new identity too quickly?! How dare he have directly asked her to…

"I'm not as easy to please as my brother."

She couldn't help but think of what he had said in her dream.

The phone vibrated again, and Liu Jiaren teased her.

[Jiajia]: Nini, the one you've messed with will probably corrupt you in less than a month.

[Jiajia]: I'm waiting for you to share your first time experiences with me, Yaoyao. Anyway, my Jiang Fengyu's record is four times in one night. (smile.jpg)

Jiang Ni: ... She didn't understand what was there to compare.

She didn't reply. She put her phone on the sofa, got up to get herself a glass of water, and also to cool down her burning ears and cheeks.

Tan Wen had just come out of the bathroom. He hadn't brought any clothes, but the hotel had a dryer, so he washed his clothes and put them in the dryer. He could wear them tomorrow morning.

He was wearing a hotel bathrobe with nothing hanging underneath.

The bathrobe was tied loosely, revealing a patch of honey-colored skin at the chest, and the small red mole was faintly visible as he moved.

Jiang Ni didn't see through his "handsome man" tactic. She was just a little embarrassed to look at his body and reminded him without looking at him, "Dry your hair."

Tan Wen glanced down at his chest muscles, then subtly pulled his bathrobe open a little. He plopped down on the sofa and said matter-of-factly, "Sister, blow-dry my hair. You used to blow-dry Tan Yan's hair, I've seen it."

Blow-drying his hair was no big deal, Jiang Ni readily agreed: "Okay—where have you seen me blow-dry his hair before?"

She took another cup, poured him a glass of water, and prepared to hand it over to him.

"That year, on December 24th, Christmas Eve, he came back from Yicheng to spend Christmas with you."

While answering her question, Tan Wen accidentally touched her phone, which was lying on the sofa. The phone was still displaying her chat with Liu Jiaren. Tan Wen raised an eyebrow and secretly read all their messages.

Hearing that he could match the events to specific times, Jiang Ni suddenly had the illusion that her past relationship with Tan Yan had become a "criminal record" in his eyes.

She walked over to Tan Wen with her water glass, and Tan Wen took it and drank it all in one gulp. Jiang Ni then went to get a hair dryer; there was a power outlet next to the sofa, so drying her hair was convenient.

He was sitting, she was standing, and Tan Wen's height was just up to her chest.

He wanted to bury his face in it.

It's cool to think about.

But he held back, supporting himself on the sofa with both hands, and cooperatively enjoyed Jiang Ni blow-drying his hair.

Her fingertips gently ran through his hair. Because his hair was short, her soft fingertips could completely caress his scalp, making him squint his eyes in comfort.

In his heart, however, he was still pettily cursing, "Why does Tan Yan get to enjoy such good treatment? Tsk."

Short hair dries quickly, so Jiang Ni pressed the button to turn off the hairdryer: "Okay, I'm going to... take a shower. You can play by yourself for a while."

Tan looked up at her and said, "I helped my sister wash her clothes. She called me when she was done."

"We have a washing machine," Jiang Ni immediately declined.

Tan Wen grabbed her skirt: "This is silk, it's not suitable for machine washing."

Jiang Ni: "..."

She washed her underwear in the bathroom, leaving only a skirt to fulfill Tan Wen's wish to wash her clothes.

Tan Wen was having a great time washing clothes in the bathroom. He was overjoyed to see his clothes and Jiang Ni's clothes going into the same dryer.

The best is yet to come.

He managed to sneak into Jiang Ni's bed by claiming the sofa was too short to fit on.

Although there is a "Chu River and Han Border" separating them in the middle.

It was almost midnight, but neither of them felt like going to sleep.

Because the lights were off, the intense darkness actually made people feel more relaxed.

Tan broke the silence: "My sister still hasn't told me when you fell in love with me."

"On my father's birthday, the time I met you at the [neos] Hotel," her cool voice sounded like soft moonlight in the night, "you were feeding the kittens in the garden."

It was an answer that Tan had never considered.

"That's it?" He turned to face Jiang Ni. "Then, if my sister sees the 'Top Ten People Who Moved China' in the future, won't she have a chance to fall for someone else?"

Jiang Ni really didn't understand his thought process and denied it speechlessly: "...No."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Actually, going back a little further, it was last Valentine's Day when you put your arm around me and walked out of the crowd."

It sounds as perfunctory and inexplicable as seeing him feed the cat and being moved, after all, he has protected her while walking more than once.

But then she added, "Then, that night I had a dream."

"What kind of dream?"

Jiang Ni fell silent.

Tan seemed to understand.

He crossed the line directly, put one hand over Jiang Ni's head to support his upper body, and took her hand, which was placed at her side, and gently stroked it.

Then he leaned close to her ear and whispered two words: "A wet dream?"

"..." Jiang Ni closed her eyes, resigned to her fate, "...Hmm."

He chuckled, still teasing her, "So, how many times can I come in your dreams, sister?"

Because his true nature of making witty remarks had been fully exposed, Jiang Ni had not yet noticed the strangeness of the problem.

"...I don't know, don't ask such questions."

He held her hand.

He pulled apart her fair and soft fingers.

Then they helped her close the tubes one by one.

"I can tell my sister."

"It's very capable."

"It's definitely more than four times."

Jiang Ni's palms were burning hot.

No, it was already hot to begin with.

It's no different from a roasted sweet potato.

She pursed her lips, tried to pull her wrist away, but the difference in strength was too great, so she raised her eyelids and glared at him: "You were looking at my phone."