My Bloodthirty Husband Is So Gentle

Chapter 49: There’s Nothing I Can’t Resolve by Touching Your Hands

“I wasn’t suspicious of you last night,” she explained without reservation. “Nor was I afraid that you would hurt me. Mo Bing was involved in an accident, so I rushed over to her instead of listening to what you had to say. I’m sorry.”

Shi Jin relaxed his tightly pursed lips into a smile. “It’s all right.”

For the first time, Jiang Jiusheng realized that when Shi Jin smiled, revealing a canine tooth on his left side was revealed. It was quite subtle and easy to miss. It was little wonder that smiles could convince people to do anything. She suddenly understood that if Shi Jin smiled like this more often, she would probably have given him everything—even the best fan service!

What’s going on? I’m having such strange thoughts again! Jiang Jiusheng shifted her gaze. When it landed on Shi Jin’s hands unconsciously, she knitted her brows and said, “Why were you so aggressive? Your hands are injured.”

Shi Jin hid his bruised hands behind him. “They’ll be fine in two days.” After that, he added earnestly, “They’ll look just as nice as they did last time.”

Jiang Jiusheng opened her mouth and spoke like a woman possessed. “I want to touch your hands.”

Her hand fetish was acting up randomly…

“I didn’t get a chance to wash my hands after fighting last night.” But Shi Jin offered her his hands generously. “If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

She touched his hands carefully and only released them when she was sure that Shi Jin hadn’t injured them in the fight.

It was strange that despite her many doubts, a few sentences from him were enough to dispel her worries. She didn’t ask him how he had managed to resolve the situation or why he had been so ruthless. It wasn’t because she lacked curiosity. She just accepted it all—she accepted that he had an unfathomable depth, that he was fickle and mysterious, and even that he was ruthless.

She couldn’t see through Shi Jin, but that didn’t matter because she trusted him.

It had less to do with affection; it was more like an instinct. She couldn’t help but want to go near him—couldn’t help but try to understand him—and she couldn’t help dispersing the dark clouds in his world, entering, and asking him if he would be more than just her fan.

Shi Jin’s flight was that afternoon. Jiang Jiusheng received a call from him while she was feeding Bomei. She put the call on speakerphone and placed her phone on the table.

“Hey.”

“Shengsheng, it’s me.”

She curled her lips. “I know it’s you.”

They were acting like friends who had known each other for a long time, getting along comfortably and naturally. Neither seemed interested in mentioning any unhappiness from the past.

“I’m already at the airport,” said Shi Jin.

“Have a safe flight,” she replied.

“Okay.” After a sleepless night, his voice was rather husky. “I’ll have to trouble you about Bomei.”

“I’m feeding it now.” Jiang Jiusheng suddenly recalled something. “What does it drink? Do I give it water?”

Shi Jin seemed to be in a good mood. Slowly, he said, “There’s skim milk powder in the drawer and a cup beside it. Mix half a cup of water with two tablespoons of milk powder.”

Jiang Jiusheng made a cup of milk for Jiang Bomei. It instantly ran to the dog bowl and started drinking happily, alternating between the food and the milk. The dog looked like it was on cloud nine, and Jiang Jiusheng was amused by the sight.

“It seems to really like the milk.”

“Yes,” Shi Jin replied smoothly. “Bomei is like you.”

Jiang Bomei wagged its tail and barked, but Jiang Jiusheng went silent.

Shi Jin smiled while waiting for Jiang Jiusheng to hang up. He stared at his phone’s screen for a long time before switching it off.

“Shi Jin.” A woman’s voice greeted him from behind.

Shi Jin raised his head. “Miss Tan,” he replied.

Tan Guanxi stood along the aisle of the cabin with a small suitcase in hand. Her hair was tucked behind her ears.

“You’ve addressed me as Miss Tan for two years,” she said jokingly, speaking to him as if they were on familiar terms.

Shi Jin’s response was well-paced. His gaze was a bit weary. “You’re my patient.”