Married to the Grim Reaper Against My Will

Drinking and acting like a hooligan

Back in the apartment complex, Zhang Keke was still indignantly lamenting, "I told you to yell at him, not to act all cute with him!"

Ji Mian really didn't want to relive the awful scene. She cupped her burning face and pleaded softly, "Please don't say anything more, let's just pretend it's over."

Zhang Keke, recalling the earlier incident, couldn't help but laugh.

Encouraged by the two, Ji Mian finally mustered her courage, her face flushed, and tried to shout at Jiang Wang, "Pah, shameless!"

It lacked any forceful insult; instead, it sounded like a shy, pleading wife.

Zhang Keke and Jiang Wang were silent for a second, then Jiang Wang burst into maniacal laughter. He laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up, pressing his knees together, his eyes crinkling as he looked at her, teasingly saying, "When a little girl acts cute with me, I'm helpless. So, well, the short guy's right, I'm shameless."

Zhang Keke knew she was easily embarrassed, practically shrinking into an ostrich with her face in her hands, so she stopped teasing her about it and started describing her old apartment.

To make it easier to earn money singing at bars, she didn't live at home or in a dormitory. The apartment in Building 4 was rented by her band. Jiang Wang was particularly close to the band's drummer, Lu Chen, so she moved in with Xu Ting. It was a duplex, housing six people.

It was a little past eight o'clock; the band members had all gone to bars, Jiang Wang was out partying, and only Xu Ting was in the apartment.

When he saw Ji Mian, he exclaimed happily, "Oh, Mianmian's here?"

As he spoke, he reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, but Zhang Keke slapped it away.

"Why are you guys so annoying? Just like Jiang Wang, you're such a jerk."

Xu Ting immediately understood the implication of her words, turned to Ji Mian, and bluntly asked, "Did Brother Wang harass you?"

Ji Mian choked, "N-no, no."

"Does he need to harass you? He's a p*****t just standing there. Get out of the way, you're blocking the way." Zhang Keke pulled Ji Mian and went inside.

The mess inside the house surprised Ji Mian. The living room on the first floor was piled with things everywhere. The sofa was covered in potato chip bags and cola cans, and the coffee table was piled high with takeout boxes. A pile of shoes lay haphazardly by the entrance, and the floor was littered with delivery boxes, game controllers, basketballs, and even a high school textbook and several sheets of sheet music.

Zhang Keke led her around the mess and went straight to the bedroom.

The bedroom was a little cleaner than the living room, but not by much. Packing was a huge undertaking, so Ji Mian and Zhang Keke sat on the floor, rolled up their sleeves, and got to work.

After just over an hour, they hadn't finished packing when Zhang Keke's phone rang. It was Tianhe Bar calling, saying the singer scheduled to perform later had something come up and couldn't make it, asking her to fill in.

Zhang Keke had a good relationship with the owner, so she definitely had to go.

"Baby, you go back first. We'll pack another day when we have time," Zhang Keke told Ji Mian as she put on her coat.

"It's okay, you go ahead and do your work. I've packed everything for you. Take some light things with you later. When you get back, come over and get some more to take back to the apartment. We'll take a little of the rest back with us after school each day."

Zhang Keke finished dressing, leaned down, hugged Ji Mian's head, and kissed her. "So domestic! If I were a man, I'd marry you."

Ji Mian: ...

Seeing Ji Mian's speechless expression, Zhang Keke chuckled. No wonder that p*****t Jiang Wang loved teasing her; Ji Mian's serious demeanor was indeed quite amusing.

Zhang Keke left, and Ji Mian quietly continued packing. Girls naturally have a lot of stuff, but Zhang Keke, who needed to wear heavy makeup, style her hair, and dress fashionably, had an exceptionally large amount.

The number of shoes alone was four times that of Ji Mian.

Ji Mian spent a long time packing, accumulating a considerable amount of things and two large bags of trash. Feeling a bit stiff from sitting, she simply took the trash outside to dispose of it and stretch her legs.

She threw out the trash and had just entered the yard when she heard a wail from outside—

"Damn it, is anyone home? Come lend a hand!"

Before Ji Mian could react, a loud bang echoed as the yard gate was kicked open. She quickly dodged to the side.

A young man was carrying a half-dead person, struggling to move inside.

A strong smell of alcohol wafted over, mixed with a faint scent of strawberries.

The young man's face was flushed, clearly struggling, and he beckoned to Ji Mian, "Damn, sis, come help me, I'm about to die."

Ji Mian was a little dazed, standing there awkwardly watching him.

"Damn it, hurry up, my arms are about to break."

Ji Mian found it hard to refuse a small favor, so she slowly walked over. As she got closer, she realized the half-dead person was Jiang Wang.

Ji Mian tried to dodge the moment she saw his face, but Jiang Wang had already staggered and fallen onto her.

He was a huge lump, almost crushing her.

Luckily, the boy reacted quickly, grabbing his clothes and pulling him away. But Jiang Wang's arm was already around Ji Mian's shoulder, pulling her close and using her as leverage.

The pressure and the smell of alcohol instantly overwhelmed her, making her stiffen.

"Brother Wang looks pretty thin, but he's like a dead pig when he's drunk, you can't even lift him."

As they were talking, Xu Ting ran out and, seeing the scene, immediately shouted, "Holy crap, what's going on?"

He quickly ran over to the three of them, reaching out to catch Jiang Wang. But for some reason, Jiang Wang's arm was wrapped around Ji Mian's neck and wouldn't let go. Ji Mian tried to pull his arm away, but he was incredibly strong and wouldn't budge; Ji Mian's strength was negligible. "Brother Wang, don't take advantage of your drunkenness! Have some shame!" Xu Ting said anxiously, pulling him away.

In the tug-of-war, Jiang Wang's center of gravity shifted even more towards Ji Mian, almost crushing her.

Ji Mian, her face buried against his chest, couldn't help but complain, "You're so heavy!"

Jiang Wang, who had been half-dead from drunkenness, actually hugged her and chuckled, muttering incoherently, "This doll is so soft, and she can even talk. Her voice is so soft. I'll hold you to sleep tonight..."

The two guys present were collectively petrified: This scoundrel Jiang Wang, is he treating her like an inflatable doll?!

Ji Mian's face burned even more. Although she knew he was talking nonsense while drunk, she was still furious. She raised her elbow and poked him in the stomach, "Get away, you bastard!"

Seeing the usually gentle and obedient Ji Mian lose her temper, Xu Ting also felt that his friend had been too reckless and was trying to figure out how to appease her.

But then she heard the drunken Jiang Wang mutter lewdly, "He can even act cute, so damn adorable, I want to..."

What he wanted to say was cut short as Xu Ting swiftly covered his mouth, startling him into a cold sweat.

What could he want to say? He just wanted to f**k her. You scoundrel!

Boys often say things like that, but saying it in front of a girl is definitely indecent and will get you slapped.

Jiang Wang, annoyed that his mouth was covered, tried to pry it open, but Xu Ting seized the opportunity to squeeze past him, easily getting Jiang Wang's arm draped over his shoulder, rescuing the embarrassed and helpless Ji Mian.

The two big boys carried Jiang Wang into the house. The door was wide open, and Ji Mian could see them throwing him onto the sofa like a dead pig.

The two whispered a few words to each other, then hurriedly walked out.

Ji Mian was somewhat surprised. As Xu Ting walked out, he said, "Wang Ge was drinking with some buddies and got into a fight with those guys from the vocational school. They're probably fighting now. Let's go check it out."

"What about him?" Ji Mian asked blankly, pointing at the people inside the house.

"If you have time, help watch him for half an hour. We'll be right back." Xu Ting paused, but didn't stop walking. "If you don't have time, don't worry about him. Go do your own thing. Wang Ge's tough; he won't die."

With that, the two boys dashed out of the yard like a gust of wind.

Ji Mian stood in the quiet courtyard for a moment, looking back at the house and then at the gate. She gritted her teeth, preparing to go home.

But before she could move, the person lying on the sofa seemed uncomfortable, twisting and turning, about to fall off.

Ji Mian remembered there were quite a few empty glass beer bottles on the floor. What if it breaks…

Without thinking, her instinctive reaction was to run into the house, take a few steps to the sofa, and try to push Jiang Wang, who was about to fall, away.

He's so heavy!

Ji Mian couldn't move him at all; he was even twisting away. Ji Mian simply sat on the floor, her back to the sofa, her feet braced against the coffee table, using her back to shield him.

Jiang Wang was still wriggling around like a big worm, his arms and hands occasionally brushing against her back. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his body temperature was a little high; even through her clothes, she could feel the heat on her back.

Ji Mian straightened her back uncomfortably.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her shoulder; Jiang Wang's large hand was on her shoulder, his burning palm directly against her exposed skin.

"What are you doing!"

Ji Mian was startled and tried to jump up, but he pressed her back down with his large hand. "What...what is this?"

His words were mumbled, and Ji Mian didn't react immediately, but felt a tightness in her chest. Turning her head, she saw Jiang Wang's index finger hooking onto her accidentally exposed bra strap.

As he asked, he even lifted the strap with his index finger, tugging at it as if studying it.

Ji Mian was both ashamed and anxious, almost crying, "Let go, you p*****t!"

She raised her hand and slapped him. He turned his head, the slap landing on his shoulder, feeling weak to him, just strangely ticklish.

Jiang Wang released the strap, then wrapped his arms around her from behind, bringing his face close to her ear.

"What did you call me? Say it again."

His chest burned against her back like fire, and Ji Mian tensed up, her eyes reddening with anxiety. "Let me go!"

After saying that, Ji Mian lowered her head and bit his hand.