ebookland Chapter 137: The Crimson Mole as Red as Blood
Chapter 137: The Crimson Mole as Red as Blood
When Jian Yue woke up the next day, her head was still a little dizzy.
He was completely unaware of what Jiang Zeyuan had been trying to trick him into doing last night.
He rubbed his sleepy eyes, turned over in bed, and took a nap.
Then he slowly picked up the virtual phone, swiped it casually, and bought some fast food.
After washing up, he ate fast food absentmindedly, his eyes still a little dazed.
After filling my stomach, I sat there for a while.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead as if awakened from a dream, "Oh! Today is market day!"
She instantly perked up and changed her clothes quickly.
He stuffed all the things he was going to exchange into the basket, got on his bike and set off in a hurry.
The market was still bustling with people coming and going and shouting.
With her eloquence and cleverness, Jian Yue successfully exchanged a lot of things as usual.
However, when she rode her bicycle back to the military compound with joy in her heart.
That annoying Li Ming appeared before him again.
I saw Li Ming standing on the side of the road, staring at me.
He waved his hands at her blankly, looking as weird as it could be.
Jian Yue's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to her forehead.
He quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Li Ming, and pedaled the bicycle hard, wishing he could fly away from here immediately.
Li Ming looked at her hurriedly leaving back, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, revealing a creepy smile.
There was an indescribable evil in that smile.
There was a strange light in his eyes, and he whispered softly, "You can't escape from my palm. Sooner or later, you will be mine."
Jian Yue pedaled hard all the way, the wind whistling in her ears.
My heart was still pounding until I entered the military compound.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Li Ming's eyes were terrifying, but I couldn't explain the reason for that fear.
When he got home, he put the things he had exchanged in a mess, panting.
Sitting in a chair and breathing heavily, my mood gradually calmed down.
But Li Ming's strange wave was like a shadow, always lingering in her mind and could not be shaken off.
A knock on the door interrupted her wandering thoughts.
Jian Yue calmed herself down, stood up and opened the door.
I found that it was the postman standing at the door with two large packages and two letters beside him.
Jian Yue knew who they belonged to without even thinking about it. One must be from the Jian family and the other from the Jiang family.
He quickly thanked the postman, took the items, and moved them into the house.
Jian Yue opened the Jian family's package first, which contained some specialties from Beijing and a letter with familiar handwriting.
As he unfolded the letter and read Jian Zhen's concerned words, his eyes couldn't help but well up slightly.
In fact, this sister is really not bad!
Then, he opened the Jiang family’s package, which contained some daily necessities that were popular in this era.
There is also a thoughtful gift and a warm letter prepared by Jiang Wenqi.
Jian Yue put the letter away carefully, feeling at ease.
At this time, there was a sound of birds singing outside the window.
I walked to the window, looked into the distance, and had a lot of thoughts in my mind.
When Jiang Zeyuan returned home.
Jian Yue told him that her family had sent something over.
Jiang Zeyuan hummed and said nothing.
"Wife, I'm going to get some firewood later. Please wait for me at home."
Jian Yue walked over directly and smiled slightly, "No, I want to go too."
Jiang Zeyuan kissed the tip of her nose lovingly and agreed.
The two walked out hand in hand and came to the nearby woods.
Jiang Zeyuan picked up the axe skillfully and started chopping wood.
Jian Yue helped pick up the scattered branches.
Soon, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
Seeing this, Jiang Zeyuan stopped what he was doing and gently wiped the sweat off her face with his clothes.
"Are you tired? Why don't you go and rest for a while."
Jian Yue shook her head, "Not tired, I'm not tired doing anything with you."
After a while, a lot of firewood was piled up.
Jiang Zeyuan bundled the firewood, one large bundle in his left hand and one large bundle in his right hand.
The two walked home side by side.
Liu Zhu was in the corner, watching the two people being intimate.
The face was distorted beyond recognition in an instant.
His facial features seemed to be squeezed together, and his angry look was enough to scare a child to tears.
But when she thought of the man's instructions, she forced herself not to act rashly.
With no place to vent his anger, he could only stare at the two people's backs as they walked away.
His hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deeply into the flesh of his palms.
No one expected that Jiang Wenwen happened to see this scene.
She was startled at first, then her brows slightly frowned.
He thought to himself: Liu Zhu looks too scary. No, I have to remind Jian Yue.
At night, Jian Yue frowned, stared at her fingers, and muttered, "This is unlucky, it seems like a thorn has drilled into it."
I tried hard to get the thorn out, feeling anxious and helpless.
Jiang Zeyuan had just finished taking a shower, with a bath towel tied loosely around his waist. He saw this scene when he walked in.
He walked quickly to Jian Yue and asked anxiously, "Wife, what's wrong?"
Jian Yue pouted and said pitifully, "It feels like a thorn has been stuck in my finger!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Zeyuan grabbed her fingers.
He moved closer to the dim light, with a focused and serious look, and began to carefully pick out faults for her.
Jian Yue raised her eyes to look at his well-defined profile, her heart beating like a drum.
Oh my god, my man is so charming when he looks so focused!
After a while, Jiang Zeyuan successfully took out the splinter.
Jian Yue was about to retract her hand, but Jiang Zeyuan held it tightly.
A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he stretched out his tongue to gently lick the finger that had just been injured.
Embarrassment spread across Jian Yue's face like a sunset glow.
She punched Jiang Zeyuan's chest coquettishly, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zeyuan's smirk became even louder.
Those deep eyes were now filled with love and desire, and he held Jian Yue tightly in his arms.
He breathed warmly on her forehead and whispered, "Wife, I love you."
Jian Yue gently leaned on his broad chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, her voice as small as a mosquito, "I love you, too."
Jiang Zeyuan's eyes lit up with excitement when he got the response.
He grasped her soft hands tightly and kissed them passionately, his rapid breathing seemed to melt her hands.
Suddenly, I saw a cinnabar mole that was as bright red as a drop of blood.
"Wife, I remember that you didn't have this mole before."
As soon as his hoarse and low voice fell, Jian Yue pulled her hand back in panic as if she was scalded.
He coughed a few times, trying to hide his inner panic.
"I don't know how I got a cinnabar mole. Maybe it's because of you!"