He pulled Jiang Nanshu over, put the hand holding the fruit knife on Jiang Nanshu’s shoulder, and pointed the tip of the knife at her neck. As long as he exerted force, this ‘happy’ scene would turn into a dismemberment scene.
He smiled at Jiang’s father and Jiang’s mother: “I haven’t seen her for a long time. I will have a good chat with her. Mom and Dad, you go upstairs and have a rest.”
Jiang’s father was very pleased: “That’s good. I feel relieved to see that you brothers and sisters get along well.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“Are you blind, old man?! Can this be called harmony? Didn’t you see that his knife was about to stab my aorta!”
Jiang’s father: “…”
Jiang’s mother couldn’t help but say: “Ah Mian, don’t hurt your sister.”
Jiang Hemian passed the apple to Jiang Nanshu’s mouth: “Eat it.”
“…”
“Eat your uncle! Can you take it a little further away? I won’t eat it!”
There was a chill on her neck.
Jiang Nanshu took a bite and said happily: “It’s delicious… The ones that Third Brother peels are sweeter than others.”
“As long as you like it.”
Jiang Nanshu: “…”
“No wonder he is destined to be cannon fodder. Can there be a normal person in this family?”
She smiled on the surface, but she was MMP1媽賣批, mā mài pī: It’s a curse words. It means “Your mom is a b*tch” or “motherfucker”. in her heart.
Jiang Hemian took her to the living room.
He was wearing a loose T-shirt and had a faint grassy scent on his body, which looked very fresh.
But he was a big contrast, as his heart was gloomy.
Jiang Nanshu moved the knife away a little with her hand, grinning with her big white teeth: “Third Brother, do you have to do this when you have something to say? I feel a little hot, can you please stop holding my shoulders?”
“What’s wrong with siblings being intimate? Don’t you like it?” Jiang Hemian tilted his head.
His half-long slightly curly black hair shook, making his face gorgeous. Like Jiang Jingcheng, he was a demon in the world of appearance.
Jiang Nanshu looked at him with a wooden face: “Should I like it? Can you put the knife down first? It’s very dangerous!”
“Huh? Intimate? Go to hell and be intimate with your good brothers. I won’t accompany you.”
After a while, Jiang Hemian chuckled and stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek: “Suddenly, I think you are still a little cute.”
Jiang Nanshu: “?”
“D*mn it, something is wrong. Something is very wrong. It seems like someone in this family is going crazy again…”
Jiang Nanshu felt ball-breaking whenever she thought that Jiang Yunchuan’s character had gone awry.
Oh, she has no balls.
Then it’s chest pain.
She smiled wryly: “Third Brother really has a keen eye for talent. After a year, he finally discovered my shining point. Then, let’s write off our previous grievances, shall we?”
Jiang Hemian’s eyes were slightly curved, but his tone was cold: “No, my hand bones are still hurting now. What do you think I should do?”
“What should be done? I can only make cold2凉拌, liángbàn: to dress cold food with sauce / (slang) there’s not much you can do about it (wordplay using 拌 instead of its homophone scrambled eggs. You still want to blackmail me for money!”
But she looked aggrieved, hesitant to speak, weak and pitiful: “I’m sorry, Third Brother, otherwise, I can blow on you and it won’t hurt.”
Jiang Hemian: “…”
Jiang Nanshu blinked her sincere big eyes, her eyes full of expectation.
“Hehe, I will spit on your hand later. It will disgust you to death.”
“…”
Jiang Hemian still couldn’t accept the possibility that Jiang Nanshu might spit, so he let her go: “No need. I’ll tell you when I think of a way to wipe out the grudge.”
Jiang Nanshu’s mouth twitched.
“Can you still wait until that day? Your hand will be gone in a month!”
*****
The author has something to say:
Jiang Hemian: My sister is so cute, I want to rub her.
Xiao Jiang: Put the knife in your hand down before you say such things!
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Sam Williams On TYMIMA Chapter 152