Chapter 95: Rongrong, I want to kiss you

The door is broken, so it's truly impossible to live in there; since we are already engaged, staying in one room is nothing.

It's just that she is currently on her period today.

"Okay."

Si Rong walked in first, with Jiang Cheng following closely behind.

After entering the room, Si Rong's gaze landed on the large Simmons bed in the center of the room.

It was indeed as Wu Shen had said; the bed had already been made.

The bright red peony-patterned quilt cover had a shimmering, iridescent beauty under the glow of the incandescent light.

Fortunately, there were two quilts on the bed.

It was clear that Jiang Cheng was a bit nervous; seeing him like this, Si Rong actually stopped feeling nervous herself.

She sat down on the small sofa at the foot of the bed and, taking the initiative, said, "Division Commander Jiang, you go wash up first!"

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng even gave a salute.

Then he walked into the washroom with his hands and feet moving in sync; for some reason, he found that he had suddenly become very foolish.

Si Rong almost laughed out loud.

It really was very funny.

Taking advantage of the time Jiang Cheng was washing up, she opened her suitcase, preparing to organize the simple clothes she had brought.

From now on, she would begin a new life as Mrs. Jiang Cheng.

A white European-style vanity was placed at the foot of the bed, and Si Rong set her skincare products on it.

Then she found her pajamas in the suitcase and hung them on the coat rack, next to Jiang Cheng's coat.

The room instantly gained a touch of feminine presence.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Cheng walked out of the washroom.

The man was wearing a simple white shirt and dress trousers, his chest muscles taut, showing he had a very sturdy build.

His gaze landed on Si Rong and then quickly shifted away, "I'm done washing."

"Then I'll go wash."

Si Rong hugged her pajamas.

The moment they brushed past each other, the small undergarment rolled inside her pajamas accidentally fell out.

It was pure white cotton fabric, printed with light-colored daisies.

Division Commander Jiang had always had outstanding reflexes in the military, so before the white undergarment could hit the floor, it was first caught and gripped in his hand.

It was a tiny piece of fabric, and its soft texture was something he had never touched before.

Realizing what that thing might be, Jiang Cheng felt as if he were a boiled crab, red all over.

The object in his hand felt like a hot potato.

But he couldn't just keep clutching it forever.

He was afraid Rongrong would think he was some kind of lecherous pervert.

The man spread his large palm out in front of Si Rong, "Sorry, I'm just used to reacting quickly."

Huh? What is he saying?

Used to it—it sounds as if he does this kind of thing often.

Si Rong pursed her lips and smiled, then took the undergarment back from his hand, "Then thank you, Division Commander Jiang."

Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog.

She would also have to learn to be more polite in the future.

Si Rong had long hair, and washing up usually took about half an hour; she didn't know if the Jiang Family had a hair dryer.

So she stayed in the bathroom and used a towel to wipe her hair until it was half-dry before going out.

When she went in, Jiang Cheng was standing by the bed, and when she came back, Jiang Cheng was still standing by the bed.

Was he waiting for her?

Si Rong first sat at the vanity to apply pearl cream and skincare lotion.

Then she walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt, "Division Commander Jiang, please retire for the night!"

"Okay."

Jiang Cheng lifted the other quilt; the rustling sounds seemed somewhat ambiguous in the night.

Si Rong lay flat, the light was still on, and she saw Jiang Cheng stretch out his long arm, grab the pull cord, and give it a tug; the room plunged into darkness.

It was quiet, as if they could hear each other's breathing.

Si Rong couldn't fall asleep for a while.

It wasn't just because of the man's scent beside her; it might also have to do with the bed.

She was sensitive to sleeping in new places.

But in order not to disturb Jiang Cheng, Si Rong tried hard to restrain the urge to toss and turn.

I don't know how much time passed, just when she thought Jiang Cheng had probably fallen asleep and was about to turn on her side, Jiang Cheng beside her suddenly spoke, the man's scorching breath spraying behind her ear, "Still not sleepy?"

Si Rong:...

It gave her a start.

"You aren't asleep either? Then let's chat."

Si Rong suggested.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Jiang Cheng usually fell asleep very quickly, but today was an exception.

He did not know what was wrong with him; it was as if the blood in his entire body was surging with heat.

"Housing prices keep rising now, and I think they will definitely continue to rise in the future. What do you think about me using the money you left with me to buy a house?"

Si Rong faced his direction and asked gently.

"I'll listen to you."

Jiang Cheng did not hesitate at all; once the money was given to Si Rong, it was Si Rong's.

She could do whatever she wanted with it.

Right now, he did not really want to talk about house matters.

"Alright, then I'll buy a commercial property and put both of our names on it!"

Si Rong thought that since it was Jiang Cheng's money to begin with, the house bought should belong to him.

It made no difference to Jiang Cheng, but upon hearing that his name could be written together with Si Rong's, he was immediately moved, "Good, write both of our names."

The night scene tonight should be quite nice.

The moonlight shining in through the window was bright and clear, and his night vision was good, so he could vaguely see the beautiful shape of the woman's lips in front of him.

Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple slid uncontrollably.

Whatever Si Rong said next, it was difficult for him to focus his attention.

In the end, he could not help but take the initiative, "Rongrong, I want to kiss you, may I?"

Si Rong:...

So sudden, so presumptuous.

Weren't they talking about the commercial property?

But they were already engaged, so kissing was a very normal thing.

She could not help but want to tease Jiang Cheng.

Propping her body up with one arm, she slowly leaned down toward Jiang Cheng.

As their nose tips touched, she heard the violent thumping sound coming from Jiang Cheng's chest.

"My period hasn't ended yet," she whispered in explanation, her lips close to his, "but if Division Commander Jiang just wants to kiss, that is still fine."

Her initiative made Jiang Cheng go absolutely wild.

Soon, the man took control of the situation.

If the kiss at their engagement was a mere taste, then this kiss was like a violent storm.

It left Si Rong with no power to parry.

"Stop..., stop for a moment..."

This was the most intense kiss Si Rong had ever experienced in her life.

It was as if Jiang Cheng wanted to devour her whole.

This kiss ended with Jiang Cheng going to the washroom to take a cold shower.

The next day, Si Rong slept until she woke up naturally.

After waking up, she stretched, thinking Jiang Cheng should have gone to the military unit long ago, but she did not expect him to still be lying beside her, and he was staring at her awkward stretching movements.

Uh.

"You didn't go to the military unit today?"

"No, I took leave. Are you going to the driving school to practice driving later?"

Although they were already engaged, that Shen Qinghe was someone who had to be guarded against.

"Yes, I have to practice for subject two today, and it seems the test is in two more days."

Si Rong felt that she did not have much talent when it came to driving.

The steering wheel did not really listen to her.

"I'll go with you," Jiang Cheng said.

The two got up and went downstairs, just in time to lock eyes with Jiang Yu, who was sitting on the sofa.

While Si Rong went to the kitchen, Jiang Yu pulled his older brother to the side, "How was last night?"

He was a pretty good younger brother, wasn't he? If it weren't for him breaking the guest room door, when would his repressed older brother have managed to climb into his sister-in-law's bed?