Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

Dinner was stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs with mushrooms and a small bowl of pork rib soup. It was stir-fried with little oil and salt, and the main colors were yellow, green and white. It was so light and healthy that it made people lose their appetite for a while.

Jiang Chuyu brought the food to the table. It was exactly six o'clock.

The door of the study was pushed open on time. Jiang Xinlian walked slowly to the table and sat down. She picked up an egg with chopsticks and put it into her mouth slowly.

She had no expression on her face and it was hard to tell whether she liked or disliked the food. Jiang Chuyu stood aside, looking at her face which had completely lost its color, and pursed his lips.

"Are you feeling unwell? You look so bad."

she asked softly.

His face looked rosy when he had just finished solitary confinement, but within a few days after returning here, his physical condition had become worse.

Jiang Xinlian picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks again, her tone was flat and even: "Same as before."

Whenever she doesn't get enough rest, she starts to have a fever. It's probably because her health is too poor.

She had almost gotten used to this kind of life, but she had not been sick during the seven days in the confessional. Now she was suddenly back to her old ways, and her body was finding it difficult to adapt to the previous pain.

Jiang Chuyu sighed and looked out the window.

It's windy outside and the weather forecast says it's going to rain heavily tonight.

She thought of something and asked hesitantly, "Should we move the lily you planted indoors? It's going to rain heavily tonight."

Although the person who planted it didn't care much about it, it was the only seedling in the garden. It had survived for so long, and it would be a pity for it to die just like that.

lily?

Jiang Xinlian reacted for a moment, swallowed the bland mushroom in her mouth, and answered the question irrelevantly: "How long has it been since I came back from solitary confinement?"

"It ends today, and it's exactly the eighth day."

"That's just right," she continued chewing expressionlessly, "transplant it into a flowerpot."

"Wait a minute, I'm going out."

*

In the Jiang family, "priest" is a rather leisurely profession.

A blessing ceremony is held every seven days, and people who are locked up in the confessional are occasionally subjected to brainwashing propaganda. Apart from the fact that life is a little shorter, overall it is a good job.

Ji Jiuxu changed out of his inconvenient work clothes, put on a loose shirt, and sat on the sofa reading a book as usual.

A drizzle began to fall outside the window. The house was silent except for the occasional sound of turning pages of a book.

Suddenly, Ji Jiuxu stopped flipping through the book and looked towards the direction of the villa gate.

At the same time, 001 reminded: [Someone is coming]

At this time, in this weather, who is it?

He stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it without hesitation.

"Well"

The door suddenly opened, Jiang Xinlian was startled and blinked innocently:

"good night."

She greeted him frankly, as if she didn't think there was anything wrong with her being here.

Ji Jiuxu looked over her head and at the iron gate of the courtyard.

He was very sure that he had locked the door, but at this moment, there was a gap in the iron door that was only one person tall.

Obviously, it was the uninvited guest who pried open the door lock.

He was silent, looking down at Jiang Xinlian.

To avoid the rain, she wore a black raincoat that loosely covered her ankles. The hood was carefully pulled tight over her head, revealing only her pale face.

"good evening."

Ji Jiuxu's emotions were as calm as ever: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xinlian said nothing, but tried to push past him and get into the room.

The man didn't move, but stopped her firmly and repeated, "What's the matter?"

The attempt failed, Jiang Xinlian looked up and said to him: "Can I come in?"

The man was unmoved: "It's too late, it's not convenient."

"really?"

Jiang Xinlian's body swayed, and without any warning, she knocked her head against his chest, her voice weak:

"But I'm not feeling well. It's been hard for me to walk here. Please take me back."

Ji Jiuxu could have dodged, but 001 stopped him immediately: [Don't move! She's not kidding!]

It pulled up Jiang Xinlian's data, and it was all red again.

[Data shows that she has had a fever for several days in a row and is in very poor condition. If she were to fall, she would definitely faint on the spot.]

[She deserves praise for being able to come here. No, maybe she just floated all the way here.]

All in all, this trouble cannot be shaken off.

Ji Jiuxu paused for a moment, reached out to hold the woman's shoulders, and stepped aside to make way: "I hope this will only happen this once."

After a brief touch, Jiang Xinlian slowly followed him into the house, carefully feeling the changes in her body.

The stuffy feeling of nausea in her chest was gradually suppressed, the dizziness in her head caused by the fever was relieved, and the bloating and pain that had tormented her for several days began to ease.

The subtle changes could not be hidden from her long-ill body.

Jiang Xinlian laughed, stood at the entrance without going in, and took out the flower pot she had been holding in her arms:

"This is my gift to you to make amends."

"apologize?"

Ji Jiuxu tilted his head: "Why do you say that?"

"Now that I think about it, what I did to the priest that day was really rude. To express my apology, I came here today to give him a gift of apology."

That day, which day?

It was her bold and direct gaze when they first met;

When they met for the second time, she put a bug in his pocket with a smile;

Or was it her frivolous and wanton teasing when they met for the third time?

By this calculation, "every day" would be more appropriate.

Ji Jiuxu had no intention of arguing with her about this matter, so he reached out and took the flower pot: "It's okay."

The flowerpot is small, light in the hand, and just the right size for the garlic? Or onion?

[How rude, Master! This is clearly lesbian! ]

Although it looks wilted and doesn't know whether it's alive or dead, how can it look like garlic or onion?

Apologize to it!

Ji Jiuxu pinched the listless branches and leaves and frowned.

Jiang Xinlian looked at him eagerly: "Do you accept it? Do you accept my apology?"

"……Um"

"That's great," she smiled, "Even if I can't be your closest person, I still want to maintain a good relationship with you."

Ji Jiuxu looked at her silently.

The sound of rain outside the window became clearer and clearer. The drizzle gradually turned into moderate rain. I thought that it would turn into a heavy rain in a while.

Jiang Xinlian pulled the drawstring of her hat tight, waved her hand and prepared to leave, when she suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask, "I don't think I know your name yet."

name?

He tried to recall, but the name forgotten in time left no trace.

"It's just a name, it doesn't matter what it is."

He said.

Hey?

Jiang Xinlian tilted her head: "Is it really okay? Then can I call you cat, dog, rabbit? Or..."

"If it is absolutely necessary,"

Ji Jiuxu interrupted her, his chest heaving, but his face expressionless: "You can call me Ji Jiuxu."