Chapter 89 [VIP]

The man's deep voice carried a restrained tone and a barely perceptible tremor.

The question, sharp and pointed, struck her eardrums. Mi Yao blinked, and she could roughly understand why Xiao Chuan had asked it.

Meeting Xiao Chuan's phoenix eyes, Mi Yao curled her lips in silence: "Has Xiao Lang become so insecure about me?"

Her soft, charming voice carried a hint of smugness, which instantly eased Xiao Chuan's tense heart.

He was indeed caught in a cycle of uncertainty and anxiety. During this time, he vaguely felt that he was getting closer to her, but occasionally he would feel that he was getting further away from her. He went from wondering what she really wanted to whether she really didn't want him.

Why do you like Huan Guanbin?

Upon hearing the name Huan Guanbin, Mi Yao was momentarily stunned before remembering that this was the original owner of her body's lover.

"Because he is cowardly and stupid, far inferior to me. I can feel in control of him, and I can decide who is superior between us. I won't lose anything if I lose him, but he will miss me for the rest of his life if he loses me."

Xiao Chuan had always felt that the Mi Yao in Jiangnan was a different person from the Mi Yao he had met, but now, hearing her mention Huan Guanbin, he felt that they were the same person.

Which woman would be as domineering as her?

He used to scoff at her words, but now he couldn't help but say, "I can be cowardly and foolish at times, and you can control everything between us."

Perhaps unwilling to appear too humble, Xiao Chuan spoke those words while keeping his back ramrod straight, his face cold and hard, radiating an aura of chill.

But since those words have already been said, even if I unleash my full killing intent, it won't scare anyone.

"Therefore I think my husband is excellent, and I have never had the thought of divorcing him."

As she spoke, Mi Yao leaned into Xiao Chuan's arms, resting against his warm, broad chest, and comfortably squinted her eyes.

Xiao Chuan asked her what she wanted, but she didn't really know what she wanted.

But she knew she didn't like Xiao Chuan's attitude that he had given her everything and that it would be unforgivable if she didn't treat him well. If he was willing to change, then even that little bit of displeasure disappeared.

Ji Wanyun is a wife who will become a deceased wife who makes way for Yu Jiayin if they don't get a divorce soon.

Why would she want a divorce when everything was fine?

The world will never lack men like Xiao Chuan who are infatuated with her, but there are not many men as capable as Xiao Chuan, with elastic pectoral muscles and firm abdominal muscles.

Feeling Xiao Chuan's hand gently sliding across her waist, Mi Yao turned her face, wanting to tease him a little more closely, but Xiao Chuan captured her lips with his.

His moist tongue darted in through her slightly parted lips, its attack swift and fierce.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened unconsciously, and she forgot to blink for a long time.

By the time she realized what was happening, her eyes were already filled with heat, and her uncomfortable head tilted as Xiao Chuan picked her up and placed her on his lap.

Xiao Chuan's dark clothes were half-fallen, revealing his light tan chest. He leaned against the carriage, one hand pressing against the side wall, the other arm around Mi Yao's slender waist.

Sitting on his lap, Mi Yao had both arms around his neck. As the carriage traveled along the uneven road, her slender body bounced up and down on the black fabric from time to time.

Every time Mi Yao sat down, Xiao Chua would involuntarily let out a muffled groan from his nose and mouth.

If Mi Yao hadn't been able to sense that Xiao Chuan was taking every opportunity to push himself up, she would have truly believed that Mi Yao was, as she had just said, the absolute controller, and that everything about Xiao Chuan was under her control.

After begging for a kiss for a month, Xiao Chuan finally got one. Disappointed that he didn't get it, Mi Yao felt that before she could catch her breath, his lips and teeth were already blocking her mouth.

After several attempts, Mi Yao felt her mind go completely blank, and without thinking, she lifted the carriage curtain and leaned her head out.

The woman who had been so close to him suddenly pulled away. Xiao Chuan looked over and saw that Mi Yao's hair was disheveled and swaying in the wind, with a charming blush spreading from her neckline to her eyes.

The cool breeze dispelled the man's pervasive and domineering aura. Mi Yao's narrowed eyes widened slightly as she looked at the stars in the dark sky and finally realized that she was inside a carriage.

The coachman was sitting in front of their carriage, and a maidservant was following closely behind.

Realizing her posture was incorrect, she tried to pull her head back into the car, but Xiao Chuan's kiss had already followed.

The head, tilted upwards and pressed against the windowsill, made the skin on the neck very taut. The burning kisses started from the protruding collarbone, biting and nibbling at the skin inch by inch.

Her delicate skin revealed bluish veins, and Xiao Chuan kissed along these veins to Mi Yao's ear, pulled away her hand covering her mouth, and swallowed the moan she was about to utter.

Although Mi Yao felt she had suppressed Xiao Chuan enough and it was time for a good meal, she didn't expect Xiao Chuan's feast to be so intense.

Under the impact of his emotions, her mind not only became sluggish, but she also suffered amnesia for several moments, not knowing what she was doing, and could only dance along with Xiao Chuan's manipulations.

Afraid of being discovered, she and he exchanged a long, wet kiss outside the car window, but afterwards she didn't remember whether she had refused or not, nor did she recall when they returned to the car, and the curtains were drawn tightly shut again.

The small car felt cramped no matter how Xiao Chuan sat or stood, due to his tall stature. In the late autumn weather, a thin layer of sweat covered Xiao Chuan's body, which quickly wrapped around Mi Yao.

Since it was inconvenient for the two to become closer, Xiao Chuan took the initiative to let go of Mi Yao when he couldn't control himself.

But this release didn't last long; the person sitting on the corner of the car ended up on her lap.

As they approached the city, the ground became much smoother, but Mi Yao's bouncing on his lap remained frequent. Leaning on his shoulder, Mi Yao glanced at his restless waist and worried that he would tear the fabric and get off the bus wearing open-crotch pants.

My lips are swollen.

Mi Yao leaned against him, but Xiao Chuan tilted his head and tried to kiss her too.

Her gaze fell upon his unnaturally red lips, and she was certain that her condition was worse than his.

"Then let's not kiss on the lips."

Xiao Chuan was easy to talk to. Hearing Mi Yao's protest, he began to suck on her lips and slap her.

With a slap, Mi Yao, the one who did the hitting, was brought to her senses, while Xiao Chuo, the one who was hit, was still groping around with his hands.

"Can't you just put it all together? You weren't very good at controlling yourself the other day, and now you're acting like a stray dog ​​in heat."

Mi Yao was truly frightened by him. During this period, the most extreme thing he had done was to make some groaning and hawing noises in the clean room. She thought that his self-control was getting better and better under her training.

Who knew that as soon as she opened her mouth, he acted like a puppy running wild, kissing and licking her endlessly, making her dizzy and her mind go blank.

After Mi Yao finished speaking, Xiao Chuan still ignored her, and his sucking on her neck turned into licking the red marks. Mi Yao slapped him on the chest again.

"If I were to stab you right now, wouldn't you be too alert to block it?"

"Um……"

Xiao Chuan captured Mi Yao's fidgeting hands and pressed her against the car wall. This time, his kiss wasn't from above her collar, but from below.

The carriage had already entered the city. Hearing the noise outside, Mi Yao's eyes widened, thinking he had gone mad: "Are we almost at the manor?"

"There's still a quarter of an hour left."

Xiao Chuan replied, kissing Mi Yao.

He had been holding back because Mi Yao couldn't control her voice in the wild, but now that the noise outside the car was masking it, he naturally wanted to taste the tenderness he craved.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped at the second gate. Mi Yao was hurriedly carried off the carriage by Xiao Chuan and taken back to the courtyard. Qi Niang and the others got off the carriage and only saw the two figures disappear into the corridor.

"The magistrate walked very fast. Is it because the lady needed to urinate?"

Siyu was a young maid who replaced Shiya. Seeing her mistress in such a hurry, she was thinking about how to remind the coachman to stop the carriage and ask if the lady needed to urinate.

Qi Niang, with her sharp ears and keen eyes, guessed from some unusual noises on the road what her masters were busy doing. She glanced at the bewildered Si Yu and said, "Don't think about it. Go back to your room and get a good night's sleep. You don't need to get up early to serve me tomorrow."

"Sister Hui, Madam is going to Xiangxue Tower for inspection tomorrow, so why don't you need to get up early?"

"Trust your sister, she's right. Would she lie to a little girl like you?"

Although Qi Niang said this, Si Yu was still half-believing and half-doubting. She got up early the next day and was relieved to hear that even the town magistrate did not get up early for morning exercise as usual.

Because neither Mi Yao nor Xiao Chuan liked servants keeping watch at night, when there wasn't enough hot water for washing, Xiao Chuan simply carried her to another spot.

From her room to the main house, and then to the study where she could rest, Mi Yao believed that the first time they changed places, it was because her bed was too messy to sleep on. But when they changed places again, she was certain that Xiao Chuan simply liked to carry her around the mansion at night.

Wrapped in soft silk, with a burning chest in front and a cool night breeze behind, Mi Yao really didn't know if she had been scolding Xiao Chuan or torturing herself during this period, making all of a month's worth of physical exercise happen in one day.

"Xiao Lang, we're going to spend our whole lives together, let's take it slow..."

Mi Yao couldn't tell if she had fainted or taken a short nap. Looking at the sunlight outside the window, and seeing that their battlefield had moved to the bathtub in the warm room, Mi Yao patted Xiao Chuan's back wearily. "How about I say something nice to coax you?"

Xiao Chuan took Mi Yao out at night and, fearing she would catch a cold, took her to the bathhouse to soak and warm her up. He didn't intend to do anything more with her.

But when I heard her say "for a lifetime," I couldn't help but feel excited.

Mi Yao said that he made her head throb, and her mind felt like it was floating in a fog. But how much better was he? He knew that Mi Yao's words yesterday only meant that in her eyes he was the best choice for her.

It's a different thing from liking or being fond of him.

He still couldn't control his loss of control because he knew that her softened attitude meant she intended to try to respond to his emotions, and even if she couldn't give him equal feelings, he would no longer be one-sided in his affections.

"How are you going to coax me?"

Holding Mi Yao in his arms, Xiao Chuan's tone held a hint of anticipation.

Mi Yao had only said it casually, but she didn't expect Xiao Chuan to actually try to coax her.

Blinking, Mi Yao placed her hand on his face and said perfunctorily, "Xiao Lang, you are so handsome."

"Compared to Huan Guanbin?" Xiao Chu raised an eyebrow.

Mi Yao simply replied, "You're handsome."

"Tang Tanyi?"

"Of course, you are still better."

To prevent Xiao Chuan from asking for her name again, Mi Yao said directly, "Xiao Lang, you are the most handsome man in the world, no one can compare to you."

After finishing her sentence, Mi Yao leaned against the edge of the pool, exhausted. Xiao Chuan leaned against her back and chuckled. He was already satisfied, but he still wanted to push his luck and asked with a smile, "Where exactly am I handsome?"

Mi Yao turned around and glared at him, but before she could start cursing, Xiao Chuan's kiss landed on her eyelids: "I do know that your eyes are the most beautiful."

Hearing Xiao Chuan offer her leverage, Mi Yao didn't mince words: "I don't like hearing that. What did my forehead, eyebrows, nose, lips, or even my toes do wrong? Why aren't they the most beautiful?"

When Xiao Chuan's kisses started to move, and he kissed every place she had mentioned, Mi Yao felt even more foolish. She hadn't caught Xiao Chuan in a compromising situation; she had clearly reminded him where he could kiss her.