When he woke up in the wee hours of the morning, it was around four o 'clock. The sky outside was still dark, and he had a slight headache.
A soft and wide down quilt covered his body, and beside him were two girls sleeping soundly. There was a faint but familiar body fragrance. Lingjing slept close to his body, one hand on his neck. She turned sideways, and her slender legs were intertwined with his. The girl's skin was delicate and smooth, like satin, giving people a very good feeling.
Shasha, on the other hand, slept slanted sideways, her back facing him. As usual, she used his left hand as a pillow. His fingers could feel Shasha's breath, and with a slight movement, he could touch the girl's slightly opened lips.
It was a bit difficult to get out of this state of intertwining limbs, but Jiaming was experienced. He gently retracted his hand, wriggled, and quietly moved Lingjing's hand away.
When he left the down quilt, the late spring morning was still cold. Even though it was nothing for his physical fitness, he still put on a pair of trousers and tucked the quilt in for the girls who were still sleeping on the bed. He gently kissed their foreheads, then pushed open the door and walked to the balcony.
The night was quiet. There were still faint lights on the streets, but it was already the quietest time in the city. The night was about to pass, and the morning had not yet begun. Occasionally, there would be the sound of cars flashing by, or the sound of bicycles and carts.
In the nearby market, the first batch of people had already woken up. Some of the breakfast shops were still closed, but light shone through the cracks of the doors. These people were probably already up at two or three o 'clock in the morning to prepare.
Some of the pork and vegetable wholesale stalls had already lit up with yellow electric lights. There were people talking, laughing, and the sound of weighing weights. The sharp knives cutting through the meat seemed especially quiet in the empty early morning.
The game room downstairs was said to be open 24 hours a day, but there were not many people playing all night, and the shop was closed.
Seiji stood on the balcony and breathed in the morning air. The pain in his head became even sharper, but this pain didn't affect his body at all. The clearer his headache became, the clearer his perception of his surroundings became. His entire body seemed to have reached the limit of sensitivity. In this state, even if he lost his heartless heart, he was confident that he could face off against Minamoto no Yori Chakune at his peak and not be at a disadvantage.
Surpassing the limits of the human body … Of course, it could also be an illusion caused by his overconfidence. Since his rebirth, he had grasped the weaknesses of many of his enemies. Every battle was actually not a truly fair situation. Although assassins only looked at the results of things, if one wanted to objectively evaluate a person's true strength, they still had to take these advantages into consideration. Then, they would judge to what extent they could achieve if they lost these advantages.
There were always errors in fantasy. However, what was the matter with the headache? Jiaming was not a medical idiot, but he did not know what kind of headache could make a person's state more perfect. Maybe he should find a hospital to take a picture of his brain, but for the time being, he could not find a very trustworthy brain doctor … Everyone more or less had the problem of hiding their illness for fear of treatment. Jiaming had been thinking about this matter these days, but in the end, he did not put it into practice.
The headache during this period was mostly related to the phoenix that sent him back. It was impossible for people to solve this level of problem. Since it could not be solved, he was too lazy to get to the bottom of it for the time being. It would only increase his worries.
Speaking of which, this was a kind of cowardice. It was related to the life he was living now, Lingjing, Shasha, and Ya Han. He clearly understood these things. If he was still an assassin of Pei Luojia, he would not hesitate to let others cut open his brain and take a look at it for research. But now, since this kind of thing did not affect his life, he just let it be.
After standing on the balcony for a while, the headache gradually subsided. He went to open the door of the small room next to him. When he first rented this house, there were two bedrooms. In theory, they were given to two girls. This utility room was cleaned up and made into Jiaming's bedroom.
Of course, this kind of arrangement was made for outsiders to see. In general, this somewhat enclosed small room was Jiaming's work room. There was a clean spring bed, a desk for the computer, and many of the instruments that Jiaming had self-made or bought were connected to this modified computer. All kinds of large and small boxes and electronic equipment occupied most of the room.
Sitting on the spring bed, he turned on the computer and then entered the data in an encrypted document: April 25, 1999, 3: 45 to 4: 20 in the morning. Persistent headache. Reason unknown.
Before this, the document had recorded the time of many headaches. The time of the onset and the duration were different. But from the general trend, the frequency of the headaches was indeed increasing, and the duration was getting longer and longer.
All the analysis and induction proved that he should indeed go to the hospital for a check-up.
As he was thinking about these things, there was a rustling sound coming from the room next door. After a while.
Ling Jing pushed the door open with a cup of hot coffee. She was wearing a thin white overcoat and a pair of slippers with a banana pattern on them. The seventeen-year-old girl still had a sleepy look on her face. "You're up so early again …" Her voice was soft and soft.
"There are some things … I don't want to disturb you."
Jiaming smiled and pulled the girl to sit next to him. She probably also woke up in a daze. When Jiaming reached over, the girl's legs were only wearing a pair of thin white silk pants. It was cold. He quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped her up: "Don't you feel cold?"
"You don't feel cold either …" Lingjing sat down next to Jiaming and said while rubbing her eyes.
Then she went into Jiaming's arms and wrapped both of them in the quilt. "What's the matter, why are you in such a hurry …"
"Oh, some news from Japan. I remembered some things, so I got up to take a look."
He opened the information bar and then turned on the music player. The refreshing piano music softly flowed in the room.
Lingjing was too lazy to look at the news from Japan. She buried her head in Jiaming's arms and hummed along with the piano music. One of her hands gently tapped on Jiaming's thigh.
"Jiaming, today is Sister Ya Han's stepmother's birthday. When are we going over in the afternoon?"
"Oh, after lunch, Sister Ya Han will come to pick us up."
"Mom can only get off work early at 4: 30. Let's go over first?"
"En, let's go to the hotel and play for a while. Then I'll drive Sister Ya Han's car to the dojo first. Then I'll go to the hospital to pick up Mom Ye."
Recently, Ya Han often went to the dojo. The Ye couple couldn't refuse her stepmother's birthday, so they agreed to go. Although they didn't know each other, there was no need to know each other at such a banquet.
As for Liu Zheng, it was said that he had to negotiate with someone on that day and couldn't leave.
"Oh … Uncle Liu is negotiating with someone. Will there be any problems?" She yawned and asked softly.
"No, don't worry. He is now the most powerful underworld boss in Jianghai."
Jiaming answered casually. He held Lingjing with one hand and used the mouse to control the computer with the other.
It was late spring, early in the morning. In this small house filled with music, the two of them spoke softly. Then, Ling Jing fell into a deep sleep.
Jiaming held the coffee and sipped it.
This was not the first time. As long as Jiaming didn't deliberately climb out of bed, Lingjing would always sense that he had left. Not long after, she would bring the coffee and sit with him for a while. Sometimes, like today, she would fall asleep in Jiaming's arms. However, not long after, around five o 'clock, there were more people on the street outside. The girl's body slightly shook and then she opened her eyes.
"Oh …" Yawning in a daze, Lingjing hugged him and rubbed her eyes. After a long time, she saw the small alarm clock next to the computer. She stretched out her delicate feet from the quilt and lightly got out of bed.
"I'm going back to sleep …" She muttered. She kissed Jiaming's face and went back to the master bedroom in her slippers.
Not long after, Jiaming walked to the bedroom door and saw the two girls hugging each other on the bed. They were like lilies blooming in the night.
By now, Jiaming already knew that the two of them were not real lilies. But many times, this still became a topic of ridicule between the three of them. Every time he thought of the scene where the two girls watched porn for the first time and then checked each other's breasts in bed, and the scene where Lingjing's legs were forced open by Shasha, Jiaming couldn't help but want to laugh. That was the most precious scene in their childhood memories …
The world between the three of them was very simple, romantic, and melodramatic. But in fact, each of them had to be careful. For example, if it was just the two of them, perhaps Lingjing would accompany Jiaming to sleep until dawn. But the seventeen-year-old girl had an incomparably delicate mind, so she would choose to go back to sleep. When Shasha was in bed, she would often sneak up on Lingjing to tease and pester her. But her personality seemed carefree and carefree, but in fact, she was the one who pestered Jiaming the most. Many times, she just wanted to make Jiaming happier.
Everyone understood this in their hearts. Because between them, besides Jiaming and Lingjing who liked each other, Jiaming and Shasha who liked each other, Lingjing and Shasha, in the end, also liked each other. It was like family and also like love.
Life itself was a process of people accommodating each other. Of course, only people who were willing to accommodate and give in to each other could truly live together.
With the passage of time, the streets in the early morning soon became lively. The breakfast shops were open, and the vendors in the nearby market were all full. All kinds of carts selling breakfast were on the street, and the elderly and housewives who got up early also went out of their houses.
On Sundays, Jiaming and the others used to sleep in as usual. But since they woke up early today, Jiaming prepared to go out to buy some breakfast ingredients. As he walked from the balcony to the bedroom, he heard Shasha's mumbling voice.
"Sleep … I want to sleep … I beg you, beauty Lingjing, sleep with me … Don't leave, if you leave, I'll bite your ass …"
Her voice was extremely sorrowful.
Jia Ming pushed the door open and saw Ling Jing standing by the bed in only her underwear and bra. She was holding onto her pants and standing helplessly beside the bed. Half of her body had crawled out from under the blankets. She was not awake yet, so her eyes were still closed. Her body was as soft as a Sludge Monster, and her hair was disheveled like a water ghost. Her face was pressed against Ling Jing's butt, and her hands were tightly hugging Ling Jing's thighs. She was mumbling pitifully.
Seeing Jiaming walk in with a half-smile, Lingjing hugged her pants and looked at him with the same sorrowful look. "Aiya, I went out to buy breakfast. If you want to sleep, can't you find Jiaming …"
"No … Jiaming is hard when I hug him, he's not as soft as you … His hands are always holding me, and he even stuffs thin and long things into my mouth …"
Not noticing Jia Ming who had just entered, Shasha continued to mumble incessantly. Ling Jing could not help but chuckle as she looked at Jia Ming in puzzlement. Jia Ming spread his hands. "What do you mean by 'slender and long'? She kept rubbing my fingers last night …"
"Okay, I'm really going to get up. Don't eat breakfast this morning …"
"You're not allowed to leave, let Jiaming go buy breakfast …"
"You're not allowed to hug me …"
"Ahhh!"
Shasha bit Lingjing's butt and the cotton underwear was bitten in her mouth. Lingjing did not know whether to laugh or cry as she struggled, half of her butt was exposed. Even though Jiaming had seen her body countless times, Lingjing was still so embarrassed that she covered it with her hands.
Jiaming smiled and gave her a push. "Okay, Lingjing classmate, you can sleep with her. I'll take care of breakfast."
Lingjing sat on Shasha's head and took the opportunity to pull Lingjing onto the bed. Shasha kicked Jiaming's butt hard. "Stinky man … My nose is broken …" Jiaming laughed and ran out of the room.
There was breakfast on the street outside, but as long as they were not in a hurry, the three chose to make it themselves. Of course, it should be said that Jiaming and Lingjing made it. They bought fresh lean meat, chopped green onions, and brought back a few fried dough sticks. Then, they boiled soup and boiled noodles. After being pestered by Shasha for a while, Lingjing got up and tidied up the messy room.
Shasha stayed in bed and did not get up. Then, she said that the three of them were really like a family: Jiaming's father, Lingjing's mother, and Shasha's daughter.
Jiaming and Lingjing laughed at her shameless words. Because according to age, Shasha was the oldest among the three of them.
They had nothing to do that day, so they went out for a walk after breakfast. When they came back, they watched a movie. Jiaming read a manga, and Lingjing and Shasha played games for a while.
At around ten o 'clock, someone knocked on the door.
"Is it Sister Ya Han?" Lingjing put down the game console in her hand and went to open the door in her slippers.
When she opened the door, she was surprised because the person who came was not Ya Han. Although she had been here once or twice, she was not a regular. It was Dongfang Wan, who was dressed in healthy sportswear. She smiled and waved. "Hi, Lingjing. Is Jiaming classmate here?"
"Uh … he's here. Come in."
At this time, Dongfang Wan, who was dressed in sportswear, looked a little like a boy. However, she gave off a different feeling from Shasha. Shasha had always been bold and fierce. Sometimes, she could be barbaric, but in front of the boy she liked, she appeared delicate and naive.
Dongfang Wan, on the other hand, felt calm with a trace of nobility and arrogance. Before she was angered by Jiaming, her temperament was actually somewhat similar to her brother, Dongfang Lu.
For nearly a year, she had been studying while running a toy company. Jiaming even had a title in it, and he had a part of the shares and dividends. Lingjing and Shasha naturally knew about this. Sometimes, although it was really rare, this was related to Jiaming's completely unprofessional spirit. Lingjing and Shasha also knew that Jiaming was called out for work.
After entering the room, Jiaming changed from lying on the sofa reading comics to sitting up. Shasha also changed from lying on the carpet to playing games to sitting cross-legged.
Lingjing came out with a glass of water. Dongfang Wan also went straight to the point. "Actually, I came here today to ask Jiaming for a favor."
"Can you not help me?" Jiaming raised his eyelids from behind the comic book.
Lingjing, who was in front of the game console, rolled her eyes at him.
"What? That's your company, right? It's just a small matter."
Dongfang Wan also rolled her eyes. Now, she would not get angry over a small matter. The relationship between the two was always like this. They always had to bicker to reach an agreement. However, to be fair, as long as there was a reason, Jiaming would not refuse even if he was unhappy.
"It's like this. There's a banquet today. It's Miss Zhang's birthday. It's at the Old Garden Hotel."
She took out two invitations from her pocket and shook them. Then, she pushed one of them in front of Jiaming. "As you know, the Zhang family sells products. Although it's completely different from toys, there will definitely be a lot of big supermarkets, store owners, and distributors at this banquet. When the time comes, I'll stick to Miss Zhang and get to know a lot of people. However, this time, Lei Qing will definitely be there. His family is powerful and has a lot of connections. Recently, he has been trying to ruin our business, so as usual …"
She tilted her head and tapped her finger on the invitation a few times. "This is your invitation … to be my boyfriend."
Jiaming held the comic book and looked at her tiredly. Then, he exhaled and put the comic book down.
"Is the invitation a big deal?"
With a swoosh, Jiaming waved his hand. The red invitation opened up like a fan in front of Dongfang Wan. "I have six."
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