Extras: Forever Good (2)

Women argue with clear logic. But Meng Jingshu was also firm in his stance, becoming more eloquent through the trials of life: “Everyone makes small mistakes, just like errors can never be eliminated. And I said I’d be careful next time. You can get angry, but you can’t refuse a hug. Refusing a hug while sleeping is like being given food but no chopsticks, Lawyer Jiang, what do you call that? Over-sentencing!” Jiang Ying’s scalp tingled from this aggressive string of words. To hell with his logic, she directly jumped on him, furiously kneading his eloquent handsome face. “Meng Jingshu, you’ve gotten good, now you’ve even learned to quibble!” He grimaced from her kneading but suddenly started laughing, triumphantly hugging her waist tightly: “You still can’t help but hug me, can you?” “Let go!” she raged. “No!” Then, with a flip, he gently pressed her back into the covers. “Meng Jingshu, you jerk!” Her voice buzzed from being squeezed. And he smiled brightly: “A kiss.” “No—mmph!” After biting her lips for a bit, he firmly pressed symmetrical kisses on both cheeks. Jiang Ying finally couldn’t help but crack a smile. She turned her face away, and he chased after her. She bit her lip: “Aren’t you not listening to me? Why are you still touching me?” Meng Jingshu got his wish, becoming a sticky sweet stuck to her, feeling delighted inside, his skin thicker than a city wall. “I am listening. It’s just that there’s limescale in the kettle, so I can’t see the line clearly.” Jiang Ying glanced at him: “Why can I see it clearly then?” He immediately said: “Tomorrow I’ll clean them, then it won’t overflow again.” Jiang Ying hummed twice. That’s more like it. He shifted a few times, finally finding a comfortable position, and sighed softly. “I’m very obedient. This pack of cigarettes, I’ve been smoking it for a week and haven’t finished it yet, you haven’t even praised me... Today you didn’t stay home to work overtime with me, you went out to play with others, and I didn’t say anything. And you still want to get angry with me, and won’t let me hug you...” His speech gradually slowed down. “Why do you have to hug me?” “Hmm... it’s comfortable to hug, and just sleeping is comfortable too.” She scoffed softly: “Smooth talker.” But he didn’t reply again, his breathing became long and even, and he was already asleep. Jiang Ying lightly poked his brow with her finger. He slept soundly, not a single eyebrow twitching. Her slender fingers traced downwards, lightly stroking his high nose bridge, finally resting on his thin lips. A playful mood struck her, and she squeezed a little, creating a gap in his closed lips. He sensed her in his dream, instinctively taking her fingertip into his mouth and sucking on it. Her eyes curved into a smile.

Lying in bed is best in cold weather, especially from late winter to early spring. Still not out of hibernation, and already spring fatigue sets in.

Jiang Ying entrusted the arduous task of waking up to Meng Jingshu, asking him to get her up quickly every morning. However, he often woke up early, gently coaxing her for a long time, while she remained reluctant to leave the warm bed, whining and rolling over, ignoring him.

Seeing her so comfortable nestled in the covers, his heart softened. He bundled her up in the quilt and picked her up, holding a large bundle in his arms. He leaned in and kissed her repeatedly, making her reluctantly open her eyes, then she hugged his neck and acted spoiled.

He lightly bit her rounded earlobe, asking her, “Has Teacher Jiang gotten lazy? Where has all that diligence gone, being the first to arrive in the classroom?”

Just woken up, she had a slight nasal tone, drowsily mumbling on his shoulder, “It’s all gone... all the diligence has transferred to Meng Jingshu.”

Women argue with clear logic.

But Meng Jingshu was also firm in his stance, becoming more eloquent through the trials of life:

“Everyone makes small mistakes, just like errors can never be eliminated. And I said I’d be careful next time. You can get angry, but you can’t refuse a hug. Refusing a hug while sleeping is like being given food but no chopsticks, Lawyer Jiang, what do you call that? Over-sentencing!”

Jiang Ying’s scalp tingled from this aggressive string of words. To hell with his logic, she directly jumped on him, furiously kneading his eloquent handsome face.

“Meng Jingshu, you’ve gotten good, now you’ve even learned to quibble!”