Half an hour later, Jiang Chuchu removed her makeup and came out of the bathroom in a cotton dress.
Her thick hair was braided into a ponytail that hung down from one side of her shoulders.
The woman's face was very pale. It was a kind of unhealthy white. Dark Red Lipstick was removed from her lips. The color was very light, as if there was no blood.
The girl, who originally looked lonely and arrogant, became quiet and gentle after washing off her armor.
Jiang Chuchu went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water and put away the drawing board.
Then, she turned around and walked toward the bedroom.
The bedroom door was half-closed, and light and shadow poured out from the crack of the door.
She stood in front of the door and slowly stopped. She remembered that the bedroom door was wide open before she went to take a shower.
After a few seconds of silence, she reached out and gently pushed the door open.
What entered her eyes was a man wearing a loose white shirt. He was sitting cross-legged on her single SOFA, playing with a thin silver chain in his hand. He was full of cynicism and mischievousness.
Jiang Jingming looked up at her when he heard the noise.
Jiang Jingming looked at her when he saw her fair face
But now, her face was too pale. Even her lips were Pale, as if they had been washed clean, but they were so fragile that it made one's heart ache.
Jiang Chuchu didn't seem to think that he would be here. Her gaze deepened from his hand, but her heart hurt.
In his memory, she was always bright, like a rose dripping with blood.
She didn't even need to do anything, and countless men were willing to go through fire and water just to make her smile.
It had been so many years, and it had always been the same. The chain that she was playing with passed by and she said slowly, "what do you want? "
Her voice was as cold as ever, and there wasn't much expression on her face.
But only Jiang Jingming knew how dazzling and resplendent her smile was, enough to shock the entire world.
Jiang Jingming's fingertips gently stroked the pendant on the bracelet and said casually, "why, you still have something that's been around for so long? "
Jiang Chuchu didn't reply. Instead, she mocked, "since when did young master Jiang have the habit of rummaging through people's things? "
Jiang Jingming approached her, his bright face filled with hidden emotions.
It wasn't until he had forced her into a corner that he reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly, raising it high and pressing it against her face.
Jiang Chuchu frowned. She didn't like this position.
She tried to struggle a few times but couldn't break free, so she gave up.
Jiang Jingming curled the corners of his lips and said with a hint of wickedness, "I've had more than one hobby over the years. Why don't you give it a try? "
He spoke carelessly and his voice was not heavy.
However, there was an unspeakable sense of danger and determination in his eyes.
When she met his cold eyes, Jiang Chuchu was a little absent-minded.
She did not know what had gone wrong, but she knew that the cynical youth in her memory had grown up.
Jiang Chuchu looked at him and said softly, "I wasn't willing to follow you back then, so I'm even more unwilling now. "
Jiang Jingming sneered, his eyes full of wickedness and arrogance. "Tsk, do you think you're the one who has the final say now? "
The man's aura was overbearing. He was very close to her, and there was a faint smell of tobacco that belonged to him. Jiang Chuchu could not withstand it.
Her throat was a little dry. She smiled and said gently, "that's true. Young Master Jiang is young and talented, so it's not so hard to accept. Fifty million. "