Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

The plan to kill Alan failed again.

angry.

Jiang Xinlian looked at her forearm wrapped in layers of bandages.

Super angry.

The doctor was talking about precautions for the wound, and Alan listened carefully. Apart from the fact that his ear was still a little red from being pulled, he did not show any signs of abnormality. Apparently, the little bit he licked into his mouth was not enough to be effective.

Super invincible angry.

Jiang Xinlian raised her hand, which was wrapped like a small hammer, and hit his head with anger.

The doctor's words were stuck, and his eyes widened in horror: "Don't use this hand, change another one, change another one!"

But obviously, Jiang Xinlian's hand was still faster.

Allen: "...Jiang Jiang, don't you feel any pain?"

Isn't this nonsense? Does he think everyone is as tough as him?

Jiang Xinlian was so angry that she hid in her room. No matter how Alan tried to persuade and apologize outside the door, she only said one thing to him:

"Get out of here!"

……

It seems like it was too early to let him go.

Jiang Xinlian woke up from her dream and wanted to scratch the wound on her arm uncomfortably.

So itchy, so hot...

She sat up from the bed and pressed the wound through the bandage, but the subtle itch did not diminish at all.

She felt so hot that she was sweating, but when she opened her collar, she found that her body was clean and not as wet as she had imagined.

But it's hot.

Jiang Xinlian got out of bed lightly and poured herself a cup of tea. She was disappointed to find that it was warm when she took a sip, and it became even hotter as she drank it.

Ice water, I want ice water.

She touched her burning cheeks, opened the door, and tried to find something to cool herself down.

It’s so hot and I have no energy…

She panted with every step, leaning on the railing to breathe slowly. When she felt she had some strength and was about to go downstairs in one go, she heard an unpleasant sound from the side and behind.

"Jiang Jiang?"

Who is it? Who is calling her? This voice is so annoying.

The person behind her came to her and gently held her waist:

"Jiang Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see for yourself? She doesn’t even have the strength to speak now.

She couldn't help but want to lose her temper again, but in the end she could only complain in a low voice, sounding very aggrieved.

"not comfortable?"

Alan looked at her blushing little face, reached out and touched her cheek, and felt something soft and warm.

She raised her head in protest and glared at him with her beautiful green eyes, which were a little hazy.

Alan stared at her, unable to take his eyes away, and the hand that had wanted to test her temperature caressed her cheek lovingly.

"Jiang Jiang," he lowered his voice involuntarily in the dead of night, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's so hot," Jiang Xinlian said softly, as if complaining to him, "I'm really hot."

"I think it's a bit hot, too."

Since the afternoon, he began to feel a strange heat, which did not affect his thoughts and reason, but it agitated his heart little by little.

The lingering heat made it difficult for him to fall asleep, so he stood up and wanted to pour himself a glass of ice water. However, he did not expect to see Jiang Jiang, who had not been seen all afternoon, in the corridor.

She seemed to be in some pain, leaning on the railing and sobbing softly, looking aggrieved.

He was worried if something was wrong with her, but when he went up to her and held her in his arms, he found that she was just hot, just like him.

Compared to herself, Allen was obviously hotter. Jiang Xinlian didn't want to be hugged by him anymore. She pulled his hair and ordered him: "I want to go back to the room. I want some water. I want ice water."

"Oh."

Alan nodded good-naturedly, leaned over and easily picked her up, carrying her back to her room.

He gently placed her on the bed. Jiang Xinlian was slow to react and her arms around his neck were reluctant to loosen. Alan bent down to accommodate her, his nose filled with the girl's scent.

It was so warm and fragrant that he couldn't help but lower his head, bury it in the crook of her neck, and rub her soft skin.

"Ginger"

He couldn't help but want to call her name, and his moist breath made her shudder slightly.

"Hate you……"

She whispered.

"Please don't hate me, okay?"

Alan slowly leaned down and hugged her tightly, a little pitiful and a little eager: "Marry me, please, I will give you everything I have."

"Hmph," Jiang Xinlian pouted. Although she was a little slow to react, she still scolded him fiercely, "Why should I marry you? What can you give me?"

But she didn't have the strength, and her words sounded like a coquettish request for a promise.

Alan's eyes lit up. He had been depressed for the whole afternoon, and when he heard that she had loosened up, he immediately became excited.

"All mine, my... err"

He paused for a moment, racking his brains to think about what he had that was particularly precious.

What he cherished most were his father and Jiang Jiang, but his father was also Jiang Jiang's father, and he had nothing to show for himself.

"woo"

He lowered his head in frustration, feeling guilty: "I'm sorry, I have nothing but a little money."

Jiang Xinlian stared blankly: "How much money do you have?"

Alan thought about it and mentioned several manors and territories that were more profitable.

Jiang Xinlian's eyes widened, and she was about to bite his ear in anger, her voice unclear: "Why do you have so many!"

"I," He was bitten until he was numb, his breathing suddenly became heavy, and the heat swirling in his body added fuel to the fire.

"Most of it is my private property. I'll give it all to you."

He kissed her cheek impatiently, holding her under his long arms. His voice trembled with silent desire: "Jiang Jiang, Jiang Jiang..."

Jiang Xinlian felt dizzy, and her mind was full of:

So much money! She wants it so much!

"I want, I want your..."

It’s so hot. It’s so hot even with clothes on. It’s so hot when he holds me in his arms.

She freed one hand to unzip her collar and hummed softly, "I want..."

If you want his money, marry him, and when he dies, all the money will be hers!

"Marry you, I will, marry you"

She didn't know what she said, she just saw Alan's blue eyes filled with surprise.

Fingers intertwined, skin touching.

"Ginger," Alan asked her in a low voice, "Are you still hot?"

Jiang Xinlian raised her head and gasped for air, her voice a little hoarse: "It's so heavy..."

*

After all the twists and turns, Jiang Jiang is still Alan's wife.

Duke William was pleased with the outcome, and Alan began to plan their wedding with great enthusiasm, and everyone at Scott Manor was busy with the activity.

While everyone was busy, Jiang Xinlian put on her big cloak again and went to find the person who sold her the medicine with anger.

"You're a liar! You sold me fake medicine!"

The man kept complaining: "What fake medicine? If it doesn't work, you should report that man. My medicine works amazingly well, and everyone who has used it says it's good!"

If you have used it, can you still say it is good?

Jiang Xinlian suddenly realized something was wrong: "Isn't what you're selling that kind of medicine?"

The man nodded affirmatively: "What I sell is that kind of medicine."

Jiang Xinlian:......

So you dare to sell her fifty pounds of the powder that is only worth five pounds?

She deadpanned, “I’m going to report you.”