Chapter 501 Foolish Man (24)
When Jiang Tang woke up in the morning, he could feel his hands and feet being pressed tightly by someone without opening his eyes.
Zhao Chao was extremely possessive, which was not only reflected in things, but also in people.
It belongs to his personal belongings, no matter who touches it or who is in a hurry.
But now, he has included Jiang Tang as his own. The specific manifestation is that he sticks to you during the day, and uses his height advantage to wrap the relatively petite Jiang Tang neatly in his arms from head to toe at night. This was not enough, Jiang Tang's face had to be facing him.
When getting up at night, the first thing Zhao Chao did was to look at Jiang Tang in his arms, kiss him cherishingly, and then sleep peacefully.
Zhao Chao seemed to have discovered a precious treasure that did not need to bear fruit every year, would not melt away and could stay with him forever. Realizing this, he was like a rich man who regarded wealth as his life and guarded his own. It's like a treasure. Just looking at it makes me feel so happy.
Jiang Caibao...ah, Jiang Tang pushed Zhao Chao, maybe because he was afraid that she would turn into foam or something, and her hands and feet were wrapped around her, unable to move.
Although the boy was a little thin, he was tall and tall. His long, straight and powerful legs pressed against hers, and his slender white hands were on her waist, full of possessiveness.
Jiang Tang moved, and Zhao Chao woke up.
The young man opened his eyes and saw Jiang Tang beside him. He gave a bright and gentle smile. His delicate and beautiful face rubbed Jiang Tang's hair affectionately. His voice was soft and hoarse, as if it could tug at the heartstrings. With endless intimacy and pleasure.
"Jiang Tang."
When Jiang Yangou saw the face in front of him, his heart softened instantly. He couldn't help but stretched out his paws to pinch the face. Well, it was smooth and tender, like white tofu, and it felt great.
"It's time to get up."
Jiang Tang wanted to sit up, but was hugged by a pair of broad and slender hands around her waist. She lowered her head and saw Zhao Chao pillowing her legs with a shallow hum in his throat.
The little man is young and has a small mind. He acts coquettishly towards the person he likes and relies on Jiang Tang to pamper him with unreasonable willfulness. He is like a spoiled little milk dog, hugging his master's legs in the morning and refusing to allow his master to go out to work.
Jiang Tang swallowed. Judging from Zhao Chao's appearance, if he were a woman, she would probably be the legendary enchantress who brought disaster to the country. She was the emperor, and she was holding such a coquettish beauty in her arms. She was a complete loser, and there was nothing left in her heart about the world. .
Therefore, she accompanied Zhao Chao very unprincipledly until Jiang Zhiqing shamelessly knocked on the door.
Opening the door, Jiang Zhiqingjun's face turned red and he coughed.
"Well...if we don't hurry, we won't be able to reach Kyoto Station before dark..."
Jiang Tang nodded and closed the door.
"Stop making trouble and get up quickly."
Zhao Chao succeeded and got up to put on his clothes and fold the quilt with satisfaction.
On the second day after arriving in Kyoto, Jiang Zhiqing took Zhao Chaoqing to visit the director of Baihe Painting Academy. Jiang Tang stayed at the inn waiting for their return.
In the past few days after arriving in Kyoto, Jiang Tang wandered around, ate and drank, and tasted Kyoto's unique daughter's red. He stayed at the inn alone and was at ease.
Zhao Chao would come back in the evening. After sticking with Jiang Tang Niwai for a while as usual, he followed Jiang Zhiqing to attend various poetry gatherings.
This kind of poetry meeting brought together the most famous young poets in Kyoto. Zhao Chao painted and they recited poems. Finally, the poems and paintings were integrated and auctioned.
In just half a month, Zhao Chao brought back more than a thousand taels of silver.
These are not auction money, but prize money won from poetry competitions.
(End of chapter)