Perhaps it was because he touched the sore spot, Jiang Jiu winced uncomfortably.
Jiang Siyan withdrew his hand and, without changing his clothes, lay down beside her ear, "You're still so soft-hearted."
Since childhood, Jiang Siyan knew Jiang Jiu was someone with a tough exterior but a soft heart.
Even if she said the most heartless things, as soon as Jiang Siyan showed even a hint of weakness, Jiang Jiu couldn't help but be soft-hearted.
This trick worked every time.
The next day, Jiang Jiu slowly opened her eyes, and Jiang Siyan's figure was no longer in the room. Jiang Jiu got up, glanced at her cheek, which was still somewhat swollen but at least the slap mark had faded.
She let down all her hair, intentionally pulled a few strands to use as a cover, making sure the swelling on her face wasn't so noticeable, and then she set off for work.
However, there were plenty of news stories at the hotline that day, and Jiang Jiu took the initiative to go out and cover them.