Jiang Ye first saw Chuzheng in the evening.
She came in from outside, holding a tray in her hands.
Jiang Ye was feeling much better by then, leaning against the headboard and looking out the window.
When Chuzheng entered, he turned his head.
The corners of Jiang Ye's lips lifted in amusement, "Miss Sheng, pardon my forwardness, but seeing is believing. You are nothing like what I knew of you."
"Mmm." She wasn't Sheng Chuzheng, of course, she was different.
The tip of Jiang Ye's tongue gently pressed against his palate, and he chuckled lightly, "Miss Sheng, thank you for saving me."
The young man's complexion was still somewhat pale, but his smile instantly bloomed like hundreds of flowers, stunningly beautiful.
Stripped of the night's sharp edge, the boy now seemed utterly harmless.
Chuzheng placed the tray aside, "You're welcome, just think of me as a good person." Being a good person is such a hassle! Wish I could drop the act!
"Good person?"
