The man casually loosened his tie and lazily replied, "No."

Jiang Yue didn't believe him. If she were foolish enough to believe whatever others said, she would have been completely fooled long ago.

She tilted her head slightly, her expression somewhat coy, and said earnestly, "It's okay if you hate me, but if you hurt me, I won't beg you to let me go; I'll fight you to the death."

Therefore, he had better think carefully before acting.

If he were to harm her in the future because of his beloved white moonlight, she would never bow her head and beg for mercy.

Zhou Jiping, who hadn't done anything, was warned for no reason. Looking at her cold little face, he just thought she was cute for taking advantage of someone else's power.

She always felt like a fierce little tiger, but in reality, her outstretched claws were harmless and could not hurt anyone.

She doesn't seem to trust him much now, and is very wary of him, as if he might hurt her in the future.

"Received, Your Highness."

This wasn't the first time Jiang Yue had heard those four words from him. Every time, he spoke in a teasing tone, as if he were deliberately playing along with her little role-playing game, which was particularly childish.

Jiang Yue grinned and said, "You're so annoying."

Zhou Ji couldn't resist pinching her slightly chubby cheeks: "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Yue didn't say she didn't like it, so she must still like it.

She changed the subject: "You should leave. I still have roommates."

Zhou Ji nodded without any surprise: "The production team has already arranged another room for her."

Jiang Yue frowned: "Aren't there only four rooms?"

Zhou Ji began to undress in front of her, first casually unbuttoning his cuffs, his long, beautiful fingers resting on the belt at his waist, as he said, "They lied to you, you fool."

The entire villa has far more than four guest rooms.

However, the production team did this on purpose to generate buzz.

Jiang Yue's gaze inevitably drifted to his waist, but she quickly looked away: "So you're going to shamelessly sleep here with me tonight?!"

The words "shameless" echoed in my ears.

Zhou Ji paused for two seconds, then asked, "Where do you think I should sleep?"

Jiang Yue remained unfazed and said matter-of-factly, "You can sleep by the door, or there's a pet room."

Zhou Ji's gaze remained fixed on her face as he looked at her steadily, his tone calm and composed: "You want me to sleep in a room with a dog?"

Jiang Yue nodded, and to make herself seem less cruel, she reluctantly added a few words: "If you're willing."

Zhou Ji replied seriously, "Sorry, I only want to sleep with my wife."

Jiang Yue stared at him with her dark eyes: "But your wife doesn't want to."

Zhou Ji pondered for a moment: "Please tell her to be patient for one night."

After saying that, the man went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Jiang Yue was not feeling well after taking the medicine.

Her mind felt like it was filled with mush, incredibly heavy, and her eyelids kept drooping. She pulled herself back under the covers, listening to the pattering water coming from the bathroom, and gradually drifted off to sleep.

When Zhou Ji came out of the bathroom, he saw the quilt lying across the middle of the bed, like a dividing line between Chu and Han, guarding against him as if he were a thief.

He turned off the light, got into bed, and pulled her into his arms by her waist.

As Jiang Yue slept, her lips were slightly parted, her tongue pink and tender, and her whole body exuded a soft, fragrant scent. The warm breath she exhaled landed on his neck, and the man's arms around her waist tightened uncontrollably.

It was the dead of night.

Jiang Yue felt like she couldn't breathe, her tongue was numb, and the kiss was a little painful.

She woke up groggily to find herself completely trapped in his arms, pressed tightly against his hard body. She opened her lips, about to say something, but the words she couldn't utter were swallowed up by his kiss.

Zhou Ji's back was covered with scratches left by her, the red marks quite noticeable.

Jiang Yue didn't have the energy to argue with him. She was sweating a lot, and in her dazed state, she felt as if someone had picked her up. Then she was surrounded by the comfortable flow of water in the bathtub.

*

The next morning, Jiang Yue was woken up by the dozen or so alarms she had set. She felt weak all over, but her forehead was no longer as hot as it had been the night before.

There was a thermos of warm water on the bedside table, and medicine that had been prepared in advance.

Jiang Yue had just gotten out of bed when the production crew's assistant knocked on her door: "Teacher Jiang, are you up yet?"

Jiang Yue's voice was still a little muffled, "I'm awake."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher Jiang, we've bought breakfast. You can come downstairs and eat now."

Jiang Yue was indeed very hungry, but her bones felt weak and she didn't want to move. She said, "I'll be there in a bit."

The little girl sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before slowly getting up to wash and change out of her clean pajamas. She then went downstairs in a daze.

They specially reserved a seat for her.

Everyone else was drinking soy milk, but she was the only one drinking cow's milk.

Jiang Yue took two sips, put down the cup, and looked like a satiated glutton. She said, "The milk is very sweet, I like it very much."

The director thought to himself, how could it not be sweet? This morning, just as dawn broke, the woman specifically told them before she left to remember to add a little sugar to her milk, but not too much.

After breakfast, the show resumed recording.

There have been no live broadcasts for the past two days; the pre-recorded program will be released on Saturday at 8 PM.

The director originally thought that Jiang Yue would at least try to clear her name on variety shows, but she completely abandoned her career. She would neither go grocery shopping nor cook, and she would never take the initiative to do any housework.

The director was worried that she would be heavily criticized by the audience after the show aired.

He had hinted to her several times that she could show off a little.

However, Jiang Yue seemed not to understand and acted entirely according to her own rhythm.

She likes to read books and water the flowers, but what she likes most is to lie in the sun and take a nap, lazily nestled in the rocking chair in the yard, basking in the sun.

She was so lazy, yet no one else seemed to have any complaints.

If it were any other guest, there would have been a huge uproar!

Fortunately, these people were all spineless and had no temper, so they took special care of her.

When the director asked them privately, the few spineless guys scratched their heads shyly and said, "I can't really explain it, we just can't bear to see her doing all that rough work."

Director: You little rascal, you've fallen in love!

Ning Yao nodded: "She's so well-behaved and beautiful, I love watching her sleep."

They all seemed to have completely fallen into it.

The director had to think positively; it was already good enough that this little devil hadn't slapped anyone, and he couldn't push his luck and expect more from her.

The three days flew by, and Jiang Yue felt more like she was on vacation than recording a TV show.

She hasn't been idle these past few days; she taught Ning Yao to write classical Chinese characters and also taught those handsome young boys horseback riding and archery.

Jiang Yue hadn't drawn her bow in a long time, but she wasn't rusty at all.

Even on horseback, the arrow still hit the bullseye.

The autumn wind blew fiercely through her black hair. She gazed at the distant meadow and, in a daze, thought she had returned to the past.

She used to sit on the grassland, resting her chin on her hand, enjoying the cold wind from the border. What was that carefree little girl thinking back then?

oh.

She naively and sincerely thought that she could also fight on the battlefield like her uncles, and that she could also use her own flesh and blood to protect the people of Jiang Kingdom.

In fact, during those years, the Jiang Kingdom was not in a good situation. The barbarians in the north were extremely fierce and attacked ten cities in succession, clamoring to send her, the eldest princess, to marry a foreign ruler.

Although her father was incompetent, he never thought of sending her to a political marriage.

But she was willing.

Her Highness has a spoiled and bad temper, and sometimes acts like a disobedient and immature little girl, but she is also willing to take on the responsibilities she should.

She had even decided that if the northern barbarians invaded the capital, she would rather die for her country than live a life of dishonor.

At this moment, the princess, gradually regaining her senses, began to think seriously.

Is it waiting until the story of this book is completed, and the male and female protagonists get a happy ending?

Is she able to go home now?