They all want to control me!

Chapter 23 Sensitive Body

Lin Ran knew what Jiang Qiaoqiao looked like; the system displayed a full-body 3D image of her. However, he had never seen her in real life, so he was naturally curious.

Jiang Qiaoqiao fell silent, resumed washing the vegetables, and after about five minutes, she spoke:

"I'll think about it."

"Can't I even see your face during a video call?"

"I'll consider it."

Jiang Qiaoqiao seemed to have activated an auto-reply function; no matter how Lin Ran asked, her answer was always, "I'll consider it."

Humans have a challenging mentality; they don't cherish what they already have, but instead crave what they don't have.

The more Jiang Qiaoqiao tried to conceal her appearance, the more Lin Ran wanted to see her. However, she looked too perverted, so he stopped asking after asking twice and pretended he hadn't asked at all.

Ultimately, the two weren't very close.

A wealthy young lady with a limp and a small-town student who got into a prestigious medical school—if it weren't for the system that linked their fates together, they might never have met in their entire lives.

Lin Ran felt relieved.

The desire to see Jiang Qiaoqiao's real face ultimately stems from treating her as a close person and developing expectations.

You won't be disappointed if you don't have expectations.

Teacher Da, oh my god!

[Teamwork +1]

???

"System, what are you doing?! I just deduced that my relationship with Jiang Qiaoqiao isn't close, and now you're notifying me that our compatibility level has increased? What are you up to? Drag him out and execute him!"

Lin Ran had a headache.

The system notification overturned my previous idea.

The "tacit understanding" value refers to the level of understanding between two people, which can also be understood from another perspective as the degree to which they are in sync.

You two are so in sync, how can your intimacy level not be high?

You can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself.

However, Lin Ran was certain that improving the [tacit understanding value] required both parties to understand each other better. Jiang Qiaoqiao was not saying a word, but he didn't expect her to be thinking the same thing as him.

Therefore, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea.

Tao Zhiyao is so much better; with just a blush and a glance, you can tell what she's thinking.

Time passed, and by the time Jiang Qiaoqiao finished shopping for groceries and returned home from the supermarket, it was already 10 a.m. She spent some time cooking and washing the vegetables, and it was noon by then.

Lin Ran regained control of her body and immediately called her parents to ask about their current location; they wouldn't arrive in Jiangning City for another hour.

He immediately began preparing lunch.

But I must say, Jiang Qiaoqiao is quite meticulous in washing and chopping vegetables, and she does a great job, which saves a lot of trouble!

…………

I opened my eyes to a ceiling with intricate patterns.

If someone who understands art saw this, they might exclaim that it's a masterpiece. But if you ask the artist where the artistic beauty is, the artist would tell you that they were just idly playing with the carvings of Western Renaissance murals on the ceiling. Even if it's not beautiful, they would still say it is. They just like the beauty that smells of money.

Jiang Qiaoqiao preferred the yellowish ceiling of the rented room; although it was old, it made her feel at ease.

When Lin Ran asked to see her own face, her mind was already a jumbled mess.

Lin Ran was right. If you only show your face and don't see the suburbs outside, you won't expose your location. So why were you scared and backed down at the time?

Jiang Qiaoqiao couldn't understand this question.

dong dong dong~

knocking.

Jiang Qiaoqiao asked the nanny, Aunt Zhao, to come in.

Aunt Zhao brought in a washbasin and towel, locked the door, drew the curtains to block the sunlight, helped Jiang Qiaoqiao sit up, and took off the girl's thin nightgown, revealing her slightly reddened back.

Dampen a towel, wring it out, and gently wipe.

Seeing that she seemed distracted, Aunt Zhao asked:

"Is Qiaoqiao troubled?"

"no."

Jiang Qiaoqiao shook her head.

Aunt Zhao had already suspected that her relationship with Lin Ran was not normal. If she revealed that what she was thinking about was related to Lin Ran, who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.

Aunt Zhao smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

After wiping her back, she moved on to her chest. Halfway through, Aunt Zhao gently poked the large fruit; the tender flesh trembled slightly. She teased, "..."

"I wonder which boy will benefit from this in the future."

"Don't poke around!"

A tingling sensation spread throughout her body, and Jiang Qiaoqiao blushed. She raised her arms to protect her chest and glared at Aunt Zhao.

Aunt Zhao covered her mouth and laughed: "Qiaoqiao's body wasn't this sensitive before. Did she start thinking about unclean things?"

"No way!"

Jiang Qiaoqiao blushed and denied it.

When you return to your own body, there will be an adjustment period of one or two minutes. Your bodily senses become very alert, and the five senses are amplified.

Aunt Zhao happened to arrive just as Jiang Qiaoqiao turned around to wipe herself, which is why she had such a big reaction.

"I slept all morning, why would I be thinking about such things?"

"So it was a wet dream? Let me touch Qiaoqiao's panties."

"Aunt Zhao—!"

"Okay, okay, Auntie won't tease you anymore."

Aunt Zhao smiled as she finished wiping Jiang Qiaoqiao's upper body, then tidied up the washbasin and towels:

"I'll go tell the chef to prepare the meal. What would Qiaoqiao like to eat today?"

"Can Aunt Zhao cook?"

"I can, but I only know how to cook simple home-style dishes."

Jiang Qiaoqiao stared at Aunt Zhao and said very seriously:

"I want to ask, what's the difference between regular bok choy and baby bok choy? Why are small bok choy and regular bok choy, which look so different, both called bok choy? Small bok choy and rapeseed look so similar, how can I tell them apart?"

"???" Aunt Zhao was stunned for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. "I'll find these four vegetables another day, and you'll be able to tell them apart after observing them more closely."

"Um."

Aunt Zhao carried the washbasin out, and Jiang Qiaoqiao hesitated for a moment before calling out to her.

"I have some questions."

"sure."

Aunt Zhao walked back with a smile and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Qiaoqiao sat up, propped herself up with pillows, considered her words carefully, and thought of a way to ask the question without causing Aunt Zhao to misunderstand. She said:

"Aunt Zhao is over forty years old, unmarried, and has no children. Is your family pressuring you to go on blind dates?"

"Blind date... Qiaoqiao is acting strange today, asking about cooking and blind dates..."

"I……"

"Things that someone her age would consider," Aunt Zhao said.

"Huh? Ah, um, yes."

Jiang Qiaoqiao originally wanted to explain where she had heard these words, but since Aunt Zhao had "figured it out" herself, she didn't need to think of any reasons.

Aunt Zhao said, "I had a boyfriend in college. He went to another city for an internship in his senior year, and I saved up money to take a slow train to see him—high-speed rail was rare back then. I saw a naked girl lying on his bed, and then we broke up. I lost hope in relationships and wasted time until I got to this age."

"A blind date?" Jiang Qiaoqiao pressed.

"My parents took me on several blind dates. I was very resistant to them at the time. On the one hand, my boyfriend's infidelity upset me; on the other hand, I felt that I was too young to take care of myself or others and start a family."

"Is it annoying?"

"It was so annoying. I felt that blind dates were the most incomprehensible thing in the world. Later, when I got older, I realized that my parents were worried that I wouldn't be able to take care of myself when I was out in the world. They hoped that I would find a partner so that we could support each other—ultimately, it was for my own good. Many young people may hate this statement, but it is really true. Most parents in the world love their children."

"Is that so..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao thought of Lin Ran's parents urging her to get married and the parents of her next-door neighbor introducing her to potential partners. Perhaps this kind of trouble is something to be worried about at this age, but she would understand it when she got older.

The same thing can be viewed from different perspectives at different stages, leading to different feelings.

Jiang Qiaoqiao asked casually:

"I have a friend who met a guy online, and he suddenly wanted to meet up in person. It's not that my friend hates meeting up, it's just... she can't quite put her finger on it. Does she not want to? Is she unwilling? Is she trying to avoid it?"

"Qiaoqiao actually has friends?" Aunt Zhao looked surprised.

"..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao almost lost her temper and started cursing.

The words spoken by your closest loved ones are the most hurtful.

Lin Ran mocked her for having no friends, but she ignored it; Aunt Zhao also said she had no friends, which felt like a knife stabbing into her heart in winter, so painful.

Seeing the girl's heartbroken expression, Aunt Zhao couldn't help but laugh, saying between laughs:

"It's not that I hate it, but I don't want to see it, and at the same time I'm worried and scared—isn't that shyness?"

"..."

Jiang Qiaoqiao's mind went blank for a moment, her heart started pounding, and she could hear the thumping sound in her ears.

She felt her cheeks burning and quickly lowered her head, not wanting Aunt Zhao to notice anything unusual.

My phone suddenly chimed with a message.

Jiang Qiaoqiao picked it up and glanced at it, then quickly covered the screen on the bed so no one could see it.

Aunt Zhao noticed the girl's slightly upturned lips and asked curiously:

"Who sent the message that made Qiaoqiao so happy?"

"It's nothing, just a spam text message. Aunt Zhao, hurry up and tell the chef to start cooking, my stomach is growling."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Aunt Zhao got up and left.

Jiang Qiaoqiao watched her retreating figure, subconsciously gripping her phone tightly, suppressing the upward curve of her lips.

The message just now was:

Lin Ran: My mom said this meal was incredibly delicious.