When he wasn’t trying to act affectionate, he instantly transformed from a domesticated dog into a stray. His wandering gaze swept over her, and Jiang Ran felt as though he had stripped a layer off her skin just with his eyes.
“How did you get in here?”
Jiang Ran still couldn’t believe her eyes. She gripped the door tightly, hoping she would wake up from this nightmare by now. But she didn’t.
There he stood, towering before her. The scent radiating from his body enveloped her, making her breath cautiously, afraid of provoking something.
“I guess it’s not my imagination,” Bei Jiao’s voice remained calm. “You look like you’re about to call the police now.”
“…”
She genuinely wanted to call the police—unlawful entry, trespassing, anything that would take him away.
Seeing her obvious wariness written all over her face, Bei Jiao chuckled lightly: “Don’t bother. Have you heard of college student volunteers? My English is pretty decent.”
“…”
Jiang Ran’s jaw trembled slightly, thinking to herself, what the hell kind of messed-up situation was this? Since when did such an inhumane concept as college student volunteers exist?
“My English is pretty good too,” she muttered.
She didn’t need volunteer services, especially not such enthusiastic ones—services that brought him all the way to her doorstep. She couldn’t handle it.
Bei Jiao seemed to find her adorable for still arguing with him at a moment like this. He cast her a teasing glance with his eyes half-lidded and a half-smile on his face. Taking advantage of her lowered gaze and momentary distraction, he effortlessly kicked the door from her grasp.
Startled, Jiang Ran hastily stepped back, but her waist was immediately caught in an arm—familiar, practiced.
Trapped in his embrace, her heart, which had been suspended in shock, suddenly began to pound violently, as if it wanted to burst from her chest. Perhaps it was due to nervousness, but she felt short of breath and instinctively pushed him away.
Sensing her resistance, Bei Jiao looked down and noticed that her eyes had already turned red. Her usually bright and mischievous dark brown pupils now looked dazed and misty, glistening with tears.
She looked pitiful.
Too bad he didn’t feel much.
“You’re already giving me that look, and I haven’t even done anything yet?” he asked indifferently.
He didn’t know that she was scared precisely because of this. Seeing his emotionless gaze fixed on her, her heart flew away, and she regretted a thousand times not keeping her big mouth shut on WeChat earlier.
“Don’t talk to me like that,” she whispered, holding back her voice. “I’m not used to it.”
“Now you’re scared,” he asked. “Weren’t you so brave ten minutes ago? You like Nordic men, don’t you? I told you not to go near them. But today, you fought them for three hundred rounds, huh?”
Aaaaargh! Don’t make it sound so dirty! It wasn’t even my idea—it was the coach’s! The kid asked for her Instagram, and she didn’t even give it to him. Was it because she didn’t have one?
Jiang Ran bit her lip and stayed silent. The next second, her waist tightened, and she let out a stifled gasp as she was suddenly lifted into his arms.
He was too strong—he could manipulate her any way he wanted. This time, perhaps considering the injury on her knee, he didn’t carry her horizontally but instead held her on one arm like a child.
Jiang Ran felt herself suddenly airborne, her feet leaving the ground as the loosely worn slippers slapped onto the floor.
Giving up, she wrapped both arms around his neck, burying her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling slightly—her flaring nostrils hard to interpret as anything other than a hint of appeasement.
He patted her bottom lightly with one hand, then placed her back on the bed.
She had been quite docile until the moment she landed on the bed and was free again. Instantly, she scrambled to pull the blanket over herself—hurriedly dragging the cover up.
But before she could cover herself properly, he easily pulled the blanket away.
Underneath, his rough, warm hand grabbed her ankle. As Jiang Ran screamed, her lower body was forcibly dragged out from the other side of the blanket, while her upper body shrank into the blanket.
“Wait, wait, you can’t—”
“I can.”
Darkness fell over her before she could react. Then, she felt his big hand on her knee, prying her legs apart!
In the darkness, the sensation of skin contact felt even more intense!
She was so frightened that she couldn’t think straight, wondering what kind of beast had just attacked her. She kicked her foot in resistance with all her might!
Her foot hit his chest, and she heard him grunt, but that was all—then she felt her ankle caught again. She struggled, pulling her leg but unable to break free. Just as she was desperately writhing, she heard his deep, muffled voice: “Don’t move. Let me check your injury.”
Jiang Ran froze.
And in those five seconds of stunned silence, her compression pants were pulled off.
She had rolled up one pant leg, exposing her injured knee. To avoid hurting her wound, he carefully held the leg part of the pants and smoothly pulled the tight-fitting compression pants down in one go.
Now, Jiang Ran was left only in her underwear, legs spread like scissors, one ankle in his grip, while he stood expressionlessly between her legs…
At this sight, Jiang Ran looked down and blushed furiously.
“Let go, let go, let go!”
She screamed in despair.
“What’s there to be shy about? Haven’t I seen it all before?”
Bei Jiao was strong, leaving her no room for refusal, his face serious—almost as if what lay before him wasn’t a seductive beauty but a pig lying with its legs apart.
He had successfully cultivated the demeanor of a medical student over the years, treating everything before him as lifeless flesh.
Anyone who blushed under his touch was simply letting their mind wander into impurity.
Jiang Ran didn’t know whether it was better to be seen as seductive or just a piglet. Grabbing a pillow to cover her face, only her red forehead peeked out: “I’m fine, just a scratch. It’s just a little skin off. I’ve already applied medicine.”
In her muffled voice, Bei Jiao glanced at her knee. It had indeed been treated, but the treatment was rough—her wound was still wet and unhealed. It had been rinsed with saline, but tiny fibers from her clothing still clung to it, probably from dressing too hastily before the wound had healed that morning.
Bei Jiao used two fingers to pluck a long strand of fiber off.
“This is about the image and honor of the host—this afternoon you fought six matches straight, causing the wound to bleed and stick to your compression pants.”
“…”
The wording sounded familiar.
“You’re something else.”
He released her ankle, and she quickly pulled herself back under the blanket. He snorted coldly and turned to wash his hands.
He returned with a medical kit, dragged her out from under the blanket again, kicked over a trash can, and held her leg to clean and disinfect the wound again.
Although his grip on her calf was tight—Jiang Ran could see the red finger marks left on her skin—his movements in treating her wound were gentle, and she barely felt any pain.
For a while, neither spoke. She felt as if she could hear his breathing.
The atmosphere wasn’t tense, but she felt she should say something.
So she tightly hugged the pillow, her eyes peeking out as she stared at him: “So you were on the way from Zhangjiakou Airport to Chongli when we argued on the phone at noon.”
Bei Jiao didn’t deny it. He simply glanced at her when he heard the word “argued.”
Jiang Ran glared back, not feeling she had done anything wrong.
“I was a bit hesitant whether to wait for you outside Chongli District, since according to the plan, you were returning tomorrow anyway,” Bei Jiao patiently used the tweezers to clean her wound, removing small fibers and flaps of skin. “Until you sent me a photo of your wound and insisted on arguing with me.”
“It sounds like it was my fault.”
He looked up again, his face clearly saying: Wasn’t it my fault?
“Did Nie Xin get you in?”
“The volunteer program lasts a week,” Bei Jiao threw away the tweezers and opened another bottle of saline. “You upset me, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in.”
The last half sentence was almost a mumble, carrying a hint of complaint.
At this moment, Jiang Ran didn’t dare tease him about “what’s so great about contributing to society,” nor did she want to argue anymore. No matter how many nice things he said, nothing could compare to him showing up in front of her.
How could she not know this?
Her heart softened completely. She reached out gently to touch his tense jawline.
“Then I’ll stay with you for a few more days.”
Her soft fingertips brushed against his skin, catching a bit of stubble. The distance from Guangzhou to Zhangjiakou was quite far. He had been on the road from the airport at noon, maybe even flying in on a midnight flight the previous night.
He hadn’t slept all night, no wonder dark circles were visible even in the video call.
Too bad he didn’t show any fatigue now. He let her touch his jaw for a couple of seconds, his hand resting on the edge of the bed without moving… He poured the entire bottle of saline before seemingly coming to his senses, slightly turning his head to shake off her hand.
“Don’t touch me.”
He capped the saline bottle, his voice cold and harsh.
But his hands worked quickly, finishing the rest of the wound treatment, letting it air dry for a while before applying the bandage.
Just as he pressed the last corner of the bandage down, his wrist was caught.
Looking up, he met her teary gaze. She usually looked at people with arrogance, but now she looked at him like a gentle, proper young girl—this kind of expression rarely occurred more than three times a month.
Bei Jiao pursed his lips slightly.
Seeing that he didn’t react for a while, she suggestively tugged his wrist.
“You were too rough just now,” Jiang Ran said. “You hurt me.”
She was lying. During the entire treatment, she hadn’t even uttered a sound. If he had really hurt her, she would’ve kicked him away long ago. Why wait until now to complain?
After Jiang Ran spoke, he didn’t show any sign of softening. She pursed her lips slightly, slid forward, and hugged his neck.
“Don’t touch me,” he said. “Didn’t you just want to shut the door on me? I’ll leave now.”
He was still holding a grudge.
But it didn’t matter. Now he was the victim, and he got to decide.
Anyone else facing his cold expression would probably retreat in fear, but Jiang Ran, seemingly unable to read his mood, clung to his neck and raised herself slightly, rubbing her nose against his.
“Kiss me?”
Look at her, daring to ask him if he wanted a kiss even when his face was colder than the northern wind outside.
He didn’t react, so she took the initiative, first rubbing her nose against his defined lips, then letting her soft, moist tongue trace his lip line.
He didn’t push her away, but he wasn’t very active either, lazily parting his jaw to let her tongue slide in.
His hand cradled the back of her head—that was his only active move. Their breathing became increasingly heated, from a gentle kiss to a deep, passionate one.
She was pressed into the mattress, one of his hands supporting her head to prevent her from hitting it, the other resting on her uninjured knee, his body nestled between her legs.
As his hot kisses moved down from the corner of her lips.
She instinctively tilted her chin up, like a helpless swan exposing her slender neck to the hunter, revealing her most vulnerable spot.
When he bit her throat, she let out a low, muffled moan. Every pore on her body opened in response, and all the heat in her body surged toward her chest.
They hadn’t seen each other for a few days, but she missed him terribly.
This longing seemed to erupt the moment she caught his scent.
She absentmindedly brushed against him when suddenly he scooped her up into his arms. As she landed on the pillow, she remained slightly dazed, blinking in confusion. Yet, he did not kiss her again.
He took off his coat and hoodie, climbed onto the bed shirtless, pulled her waist back into his arms, and said, “Sleep.”
Burying his face in her soft hair, he inhaled contentedly.
Jiang Ran: “…”
Jiang Ran turned over, facing him, watching him close his eyes for real, as if he wasn’t joking with her.
She couldn’t believe it and reached down with her hand, but the moment her palm touched his jeans’ waistband, he grabbed her wrist. He opened his eyes silently and looked at her.
Jiang Ran said awkwardly, “I just want to confirm.”
In the end, she didn’t confirm successfully, but he did.
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Ran, blushing, hugged the blanket and almost sobbed.
Bei Jiao got up to wash his hands again, then pulled back the blanket and got into bed. Glancing at the woman beside him, whose face was red as if it could drip blood, he asked expressionlessly, “The bedsheet is soaked. Should I get a replacement?”
She shrank back at the sound of his voice.
Looking at his fingers holding the sheet, her face turned even redder. She slapped his hand back, leaving a red mark. But he didn’t even lift his eyes.
He tossed the sheet aside, then pulled out her underwear from under the blanket, his voice steady as ever: “Put it on. We’re not at home. Be hygienic.”
She snatched it from him.
As she rustled around putting on her underwear, he lay back down. Once she was dressed, he pulled her over again, wrapping her in his arms, and asked in a deep voice, “Can we sleep now?”
“…When did I ever stop you from sleeping?” Jiang Ran’s forehead pressed against his solid chest. After a moment of confusion, she belatedly said, “Why are you so vengeful?”
Beijiao patted her bottom, yawned openly, and calmly accepted her verbal abuse: “Your little essay was quite nice. Try to be even more annoying next time?”
“……”
No way.
“Already scared? I wasn’t even using my strength. There was turbulence on last night’s flight, and I was tossing and turning all night without sleep. I’m just tired now… although I didn’t expect you to be so fragile.”
Jiang Ran screamed and covered his mouth with her hand.
He took the opportunity to lean in and kiss her palm.
When she quickly pulled her hand away as if it had been burned, he raised his hand to stroke her hair, his other hand gently brushing over her waist and smooth skin, finally pulling her tightly into his arms with a satisfied sigh.
His thick eyelashes trembled, and those dark eyes finally closed.
He soon fell asleep.
……
She had gotten used to sleeping in someone’s arms. Although she slept peacefully alone for a couple of days, when she nestled into his arms, she felt it was even more perfect.
Jiang Ran stubbornly kept her eyes open for a while, but soon she was infected by his steady breathing and her eyelids began to droop. She didn’t know when she finally fell asleep.
The steady and powerful heartbeat beside her ear was the best lullaby. Jiang Ran slept deeply, not even dreaming for a second… When she opened her eyes, the outside was already getting dark, and she didn’t wake up naturally.
She moved her legs, the blanket was lifted, and a person crawled out from inside, kissing her lips.
She made a soft protesting sound and tried to turn away, but he forcibly turned her face back with a pinch to her cheek. His eyes in the warm cocoon were pitch-black and terrifying, like a wild dog that had been waiting all day and finally emerged at sunset to hunt the streets.
“Awake?”
His voice was deep, like it came from the depths of his throat, “Your coach asked if you are leaving tomorrow. If you are, he’ll arrange a car… If not, which team do you want to play with? He’ll arrange that too.”
Scattered kisses landed on her thighs, hot and heavy, making her entire body feel weak and her mind still dazed from sleep, as if she had immediately fallen into another sticky trap.
His voice was filled with dangerous allure. Jiang Ran couldn’t help but lift the corner of her lips, half-threateningly asking, “Have you been peeking at my phone? Do you have any manners?”
“If you’re afraid of being seen, don’t set notifications to show on the screen,” he said unaffectedly, “And don’t put your phone beside your pillow where I can see it as soon as I open my eyes.”
She pinched his earlobe, and he turned his head to bite her wrist, “So how should I reply? Please advise.”
He didn’t answer, his canine teeth sinking into the warm, pulsing vein on her wrist, leaving a small mark.
Jiang Ran grabbed her phone and, right in front of him, voice-texted Wang Jiaming: [I won’t leave tomorrow. I’ll stay for another week. But my wound hurts a bit, and I can’t even straighten my legs now. I’ll rest and recover before competing again.]
During this, his kisses traveled upward, reaching her collarbone, and her shirt, previously lying at her waist, was pulled up.
When she said “rest and recover before competing again,” he rewarded her with a kiss at the corner of her mouth.
“Good response?” she asked, “Are you not angry anymore?”
“No.”
He softly replied, pressing against her uninjured knee, slipping between her legs.
“But I can give you a little reward.”
Since the previous conversation was rather serious, she blinked, a bit slow to react: “What?”
He kissed her lips: “What you want.”
What did she want?
Jiang Ran soon found out, and at that moment, it was already too late to say, “I didn’t mean this.”
Jiang Ran had a wound on her knee, limiting many forms of play. She originally thought that after not seeing each other for a few days, it would be fine to just go through the motions…
Eventually, she grew impatient, pushing him and complaining that it was boring, feeling like she was about to peel out of her skin.
The young man with black hair buried in her task looked up, stared at her for a while, and asked, “Boring?”
He asked.
At that moment, Jiang Ran didn’t realize she had just challenged his masculine pride.
Bravely, she rubbed her feet against his back and coquettishly said, “Yeah, it’s so boring—”
Can we stop?
She hadn’t finished speaking, hadn’t yet revealed her true intention, when he raised his eyebrows, picked her up from the bed, and stood.
Jiang Ran gasped as she suddenly hung in the air, humming softly. At that moment, she thought of mortise and tenon joints—she was the concave piece, tightly fixed into place—
Uh.
No time to think carefully.
The worst part was that he carried her to the large floor mirror in the room, turned them around so that Jiang Ran, clinging to him, could clearly see her reflection. With one arm around her waist, he lazily and huskily said, “Look.”
Jiang Ran instinctively looked, and the visual impact made her cry out, “I’ll get an eye infection!!!” as she buried her face into his neck.
“What kind of eye infection? It’s your own body,” he stepped back a bit, his hand previously pushing her back now lifting her chin, trying to make her see more clearly, “Still boring?”
In the mirror’s reflection, his bulging back muscles and arms firmly supported him, and around his waist, Jiang Ran saw her own toes curling pink—
She hugged him tightly, gasping for air desperately.
In the end, she could only sob and admit she just preferred traditional positions, begging him to return to the bed.
The moment her back hit the bedsheet, she was so overwhelmed that she hugged him and said “Thank you.” After saying it, Beijiao didn’t react much, but she shocked herself, having to admit she had been completely subdued.
……
The next day, Chongli had snowed, and Jiang Ran woke up to the pattering of snow against the window.
Dazedly seeing someone moving around the room, she was startled, then realized that yesterday afternoon, a dog had indeed barged into her room.
Right now, that dog was standing in front of the mirror getting dressed, wearing her own down jacket with a volunteer vest over it and a volunteer ID badge.
He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his long legs encased in jeans, his posture straight and tall.
In the mirror’s reflection, he probably saw her stirring in bed and waking up dazedly, so he paused adjusting his badge and slightly turned his head—
His face showed no extra expression, naturally exuding a domineering pressure. Jiang Ran’s gaze swept over his pale lips, thinking, how could there be someone so good-looking in the world?
She yawned, pulling the blanket over her bare shoulder: “Wear your mask properly. Don’t let me see girls from other countries asking for your contact info again.”
Her voice was a little hoarse, filled with greedy laziness, appearing quite nonchalant.
After a long silence without a response, he turned his head back, that cold, indifferent look making her pout slightly… a bit unhappy about how long his temper would last. Shouldn’t they have already made up?
Until Beijiao left, he only said “I’m going out,” to her. Jiang Ran, wrapped in the blanket, crawled out of bed and sat blankly for five minutes, stretching her head to disbelievingly look at the trash can, where the human descendant’s condom bag told her she had sacrificed herself last night, and possibly in vain.
Either he had morning grumpiness or was simply heartless after the act.
Jiang Ran was completely baffled, not understanding how he had seemed fine before sleep but woke up in a mood. Then she picked up her phone and saw that an hour ago, Wang Jiaming had messaged her, asking her to come see Russia’s training session—if she wanted to compete, bring her board.
At the word “Russia,” Jiang Ran perked right up.
Compared to Nordic countries, Russia was a strong, traditional winter sports power.
In the past, when she skied in Europe, she didn’t have much opportunity to interact with them.
Now was the perfect opportunity, not to be missed.
Her heart raced, but she suddenly remembered—
She had promised Beijiao yesterday that she would stay and rest today, but now she might break that promise.
…And he probably foresaw this ending and was just getting angry in advance.
This was a bit annoying.
Jiang Ran sighed conflictedly, pulled off the blanket, thinking she’d first change her bandage and then take a shower. Looking down, she noticed the fresh color of the bandage on her knee—it must have just been changed recently.
Biting her lip slightly, her conscience stirred, and she took out her phone to message him—
[Who’s My Darling Duck: Can I go see Russia’s training? Just watch? Not necessarily to ski?]
He replied quickly.
[Beijiao: Protective gear.]
Oh, so she could ski!
After all, why wear protective gear if not to ski!
[Who’s My Darling Duck: So I can ski!]
[Beijiao: A little scrape on your knee won’t stop your pursuit of progress.]
[Beijiao: Not even me.]
Jiang Ran bit her tongue and sent him a string of “kiss-kiss” emoji, rushing into the bathroom to get ready before he could change his mind.
She left the house at the fastest speed in her life.
When she arrived at the competition venue, it was already packed with people. Whether Russia’s team was training or just casually skiing around wasn’t very clear, but whoever was actively on the course had already changed.
On the spectator platform, Jiang Ran, hugging her board, leaned close to Wang Jiaming, watching a male team member skillfully slide past them. He was fast, and their height and physique advantages kept their parallel giant slalom consistently at a world-leading level.
Jiang Ran’s eyes sparkled: “Can I go?”
Wang Jiaming looked at her, her wearing a Japanese brand snowsuit, helmet and goggles, with no identifying marks on her. He pointed to a pretty girl on the mountain with two braids: “That’s the women’s group bronze medalist.”
Then he pointed to a man standing below, chatting with similarly dressed teammates. He looked older, about thirty, squatting by the snow slope like a bear, cigarette in mouth.
He wore a down jacket and wasn’t wearing ski boots, seemingly there to supervise.
“That’s the men’s group champion.”
The atmosphere of the big names was different.
Wang Jiaming patted her back: “Go ahead. If you ski past them, they’ll definitely ask who you are. Just proudly tell them you’re Chinese. If you don’t make it… it’s fine, most people don’t, and they won’t bother with you. Just don’t say anything.”
Jiang Ran: “If I don’t make it, I can’t even speak? How come you’re such a snob?”
Wang Jiaming: “If you don’t make it, what’s there to say? Just walk away with your face red. Do you really have such a strong urge to express yourself?”
Jiang Ran: “……”
Now she understood how annoying she must have seemed to Beijiao, always so concerned with appearances.
Jiang Ran loudly “humphed,” turned around, and took the elevator. Just as the bronze medalist girl slid down, she followed along and casually did a warm-up run.
Wang Jiaming was right. The first run down, she didn’t even get a glance from anyone, completely ignored.
For the second run, she waited a while. The bronze medalist girl stood at the top chatting with someone before dragging her board toward the starting point. Jiang Ran, seeing her move, took another track.
At this point, the girl seemed to notice her, turning her head to look. Jiang Ran, thick-skinned, gave the girl a bright smile.
The girl was clearly taken aback, carefully looking at the Asian face in front of her, unable to associate it with any country or name in her memory. But since the other was smiling so brightly, she couldn’t be rude and gave a friendly smile back.
Jiang Ran pointed to the course—
Unfortunately, she could only use this “you ski, I ski, let’s race” approach with guys she knew (e.g., Xie Yu), but couldn’t do the same with a girl she didn’t know, as it would be somewhat impolite.
The other quickly understood her intention. Probably, many people had tried this in the past few days, so she almost naturally smiled and nodded.
There was no timer today; the girl’s teammate helped time manually.
At the whistle, Jiang Ran and the girl started simultaneously.
It had snowed this morning, with no wind, and the snow conditions on the slope were great. Plus, she had nothing to lose, so her mentality was extremely stable. Thus, at the beginning of the first couple of gates, she felt she was doing quite well—
From the corner of her eye, she could see the bronze medalist girl keeping pace with her.
After the speed phase, at the fifth gate, both accelerated almost simultaneously!
Lean down, fold, control the line!
From the top of the mountain, originally just casually watching, the crowd suddenly began discussing—
[Her rhythm is pretty good.]
[She skis better than I imagined…]
[Her skiing style is also very similar to Tara’s. From the back, they look like they were cast from the same mold.]
Unfortunately, they couldn’t hear anything. Their speed was fast, and from the corner of her eye, she could always see the other’s figure tightly following!
After the midpoint timer, the slope gradually flattened, and the snow conditions were even better than on the upper mountain, almost reaching the best possible support—
For a moment, Jiang Ran almost thought the person on the adjacent track glanced at her too!
Perhaps at high speed, they had both caught sight of each other, only for 0.1 seconds, quickly separating, then both accelerating again!
Their bodies unfolded slightly, their board flips quickened, and the edges of their boards leapt high from the snow, sending snow flying—
[It’s like copying the left track to the right. I can’t see any difference between them.]
The one speaking at the top of the mountain was one of Russia’s team coaches. He grabbed a male team member, [Go down and find out who that is.]
The male athlete nodded, and at the same time, the focus shifted to the foot of the mountain, where Jiang Ran and the girl who came in third place had just crossed the finish line —
completely, utterly at the same time!
Back on flat ground, Jiang Ran almost felt like she couldn’t control her speed. Gritting her teeth, she pushed hard with her board, sending snow flying up two or three meters, falling all over her along with the snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
Jiang Ran steadied herself and bent down to remove her board. When she turned her head, the girl beside her had just finished taking off her board too, standing up straight and looking over. Their eyes met, and this time, the other girl was the one who took the initiative to give her a bright smile.
Receiving such a bright smile from such a beautiful girl made Jiang Ran feel a bit embarrassed. She took off her helmet and goggles; her hair was a mess as she scratched her head, flashing a big, goofy grin at this year’s bronze medalist.
At this moment, a man who had been squatting behind the Russian girl with his profile facing toward them stood up. As soon as he rose, Jiang Ran thought of Godzilla emerging from Tokyo Bay’s sea…
The Russian girl was already quite tall, but he was even taller, almost nearly two meters in height, standing there like a door.
He had a cigarette in his mouth, slightly narrowing his eyes as he asked Jiang Ran, “I haven’t seen you before. Which country’s team are you from?”
A question from the champion himself.
Jiang Ran stammered immediately.
She moved her lips, just about to speak.
Just then, her shoulder felt a weight, and a furry head popped out from behind, resting on her shoulder, “China.”
The familiar male voice was deep and magnetic, sounding somewhat lazily, with a drawn-out ending.
Jiang Ran turned her head sideways and saw the head on her shoulder move slightly, causing her shoulder to tilt in that direction as well… His handsome face had a high nose bridge and light-colored lips, curving upward at the corners.
“She can’t speak English, sorry.”
Under Jiang Ran’s silent gaze, the young man brazenly lied, “I’m a volunteer. If there’s any communication needed, I can serve as a qualified translator.”
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