Royal Bad Boy Volume 1 Chapter 17

She had not quarreled with him or said it out loud, but it did not mean that she had not thought about it in her heart. She just didn't want Leng Muxuan to laugh at her. But was there any girl on earth who didn't value her first kiss? What's more, the feeling of being kissed by Leng Muxuan. . . Although Jiang Senyuan had deliberately ignored the feeling, the kind of ignorant feeling was like an ant scratching her heart, as if it had to leave a mark there before it stopped. Later, when the fishbone was stuck in her throat, Leng Muxuan had shown such a rare gentleness. It was a lie to say Jiang Senyuan had not been touched. As it was well known, it was very difficult for her to live alone as a girl. The pressure of life alone made her bear too much hards.h.i.+p. She had rented a house alone, and there were too many things that had to be done by her personally. After all, she was only a teenager! In the past, it went without saying that if she was choking on a fishbone, even if there was a mole in her throat, no one would’ve cared about her. Now, the existence of Leng Muxuan had given her great comfort, which made her discover a feeling of “relying on,” although . . . she paid the doctor’s bill, of course, and if she went to the hospital herself by bus, she could have saved twenty Yuan. . . The more she was thinking about, the more Jiang Senyuan felt wronged. Had she thought too much? Why did he become a demon again after she saw him become an angel? Why would she have to stay with the weasel after the hormone had been produced? What did you mean, Leng Muxuan? What did you want? What the h.e.l.l were you going to do? Jiang Senyuan suddenly realized that the boy she could not gain a single ounce of insight into the mind of was the boy that she had brought back home. The saddest thing was that she had to be responsible for this boy unconditionally, because this was Jiang Senyuan. After calming down, she discovered that the hands of the clock were already pointing to seven o'clock, and that she was usually ready to go out at this time, but now . . . Jiang Senyuan looked at herself in the mirror in the living room, and she truly looked messy. She barely tied her hair up and returned to the restroom again. She was not irritated when she faced a mess in the room this time. Since she had to tidy it up anyway, why should she put herself be in a pickle in the process of tidying? She would rather think about things positively and not torture herself, because what she had done was good. Nonetheless, playing jokes on people must be G.o.d's unique skill. While Jiang Senyuan was thinking just now, she didn't have any special feelings, but after she had gotten over it, she suddenly had the urge to go to the restroom. In fact, going to the restroom after getting up in the morning had always been one of her habits. . . Jiang Senyuan widened her eyes and looked at the stuffed toilet, and her eyes almost fell down to the floor! Leng Muxuan! I originally didn't want to make a fuss with you, but you’re forcing my hand! Jiang Senyuan put on the rubber gloves as soon as possible to start dealing with the rubbish. She ignored the disgust because the faint pain in her lower abdomen was strongly stimulating her senses. Son of a b.i.t.c.h! Leng Muxuan! You have gone too far! You even threw my sanitary napkin into the toilet! She had definitely hidden it in the corner of the cabinet. How did he even find out it?! You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you’re really good at doing this, and knowing that this stuff is the most powerful thing to clog the toilet! Poor Leng Muxuan! He barely knew what the sanitary napkin was. He had thrown away everything when he was angry last night, and he didn’t even look at what he had thrown into the toilet bowl. Jiang Senyuan took out everything that could be taken out of the toilet, and then she took the toilet plunger so she could plunge it. However, even though Jiang Senyuan's forehead had already been covered with fine sweat, she still couldn’t bring out some unknown stuff that was clogged inside the toilet. Jiang Senyuan was completely helpless now. However, her sweat was not out of tiredness, but out of the urgency to go to the restroom. At this critical moment, Jiang Senyuan suddenly stopped her movements. She stood still for three seconds and then she made a wise decision. She decisively threw away the toilet plunger and quickly took off the gloves and rushed downstairs. In the early morning of the day, the door of the first floor, where the landlady lived, suddenly violently rattled. A fl.u.s.tered knock on the door scared the landlady badly. Who is knocking at the door so early? After putting on her clothes quickly, the landlady hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door. Before the door was fully opened and only a slit was visible, Jiang Senyuan slammed the door open and rushed into the room. Owing to the same structure of the first floor and the second floor, Jiang Senyuan ran to the restroom without thinking, knowing the rooms’ layout. The landlady had only seen a shaking figure and a sound that came out of the restroom. "Aunt, I am sorry! I want to use your restroom!" The landlady was a fifty-year-old aunt. She stood at the door and looked at the restroom for a long time after she had finally understood that Jiang Senyuan came to use the restroom. She couldn’t help but tighten her housecoat and smiled. This kid. . . After Jiang Senyuan came out of the restroom, the landlady had already dressed properly and went to the living room again. Jiang Senyuan began to feel embarra.s.sed then. She grabbed her clothes tightly and smiled at the landlady apologetically. "I am really sorry, Aunt. . .  My house . . . the toilet is clogged. . . " Jiang Senyuan tripped over her own tongue, which seemed so funny.