The prince kisses Sleeping Beauty awake

Jiang Songhe opened her eyes in Jonathan's palm. When their eyes met, her pupils dilated slightly. Then she moved her body slightly and looked around with her eyes, as if she was looking for something.

Based on the name Jiang Songhe called out, Jonah deduced the answer, but another question quickly popped into his mind.

Who is Tao Nian?

Jonathan couldn’t help but quickly go through the few fragments of their time together in his mind, his memory finally settling on the Strange Blue Bar from last night.

Because of his exceptional hearing, he heard almost every word Jiang Songhe's "impressive friend" said during the phone call—

"Holy crap? You're blaming Lan? I was wondering why you didn't like the girls I picked. I remember you... Holy crap!! Wait a minute, didn't you also have something going on with that little girl before? Holy crap!!! Is that kind of thing really that damaging? You..."

Therefore, "Tao Nian" means "little sister".

"Before" has two possible meanings: one is "before" in terms of age, referring to Jiang Songhe's youth, and the other is "before" in terms of the literal meaning, referring to several years before the current point in time.

Furthermore, according to "reliable means," Jiang Songhe has no marriage prospect, and the white marks under her chastity ring prove that she has worn it for many years. Given her advanced age and her practice of celibacy, it's hard not to suspect that Jiang Songhe either has psychological or physiological problems.

Regardless of which aspect is problematic, the conclusion is that "Tao Nian" is the woman Jiang Songhe still loves but cannot have.

Jonah looked down at Jiang Songhe's bewildered handsome face, revealing an expression that was somewhere between regret and pity.

Jiang Songhe, in turn, showed a look of surprise and melancholy, which quickly turned into an expression of resignation.

Jonah has always been independent and rarely empathizes with others in order to ensure that his creative inspiration and core energy are abundant. He is somewhat unfamiliar with his uncontrollable emotional fluctuations at this moment, but he still wants to explore the reasons for them.

He traced back to the starting point of this chase game.

Like other prey, Jiang Songhe reminded Jonathan of the person in his long-held dreams in some ways. Jiang Songhe was especially similar, and Jonathan spent more effort and means to actively attract her and forcefully get close to her.

Seventeen years have passed. That person should be married and have children by now, right?

Have you already forgotten about yourself?

Forgot to offer warmth to a distressed and vulnerable runaway child on New Year's Eve in 2008, only to abandon him on the low steps of an abandoned guardhouse the next morning without saying goodbye...

"So, I guess I wasn't good enough back then?" Jonah thought bitterly to himself.

A muffled swallowing sound came from below. Jonathan looked down and saw that Jiang Songhe's eyes were closed and his Adam's apple was bobbing with difficulty. He subconsciously asked him, "Do you want some water?"

Jiang Songhe ignored the humanitarian concern of the top singer, and even withdrew her hand, interlacing her fingers on her abdomen, as if preparing to continue the dream.

Jonah was inexplicably annoyed by Jiang Songhe's disregard, so he grabbed Jiang Songhe's head and neck, and forced a glass of water from the bedside table to his lips and teeth.

Even when she was ill, Jiang Songhe was no easier to handle than before, and she still liked to refuse.

Seeing that Jiang Songhe kept her mouth shut and refused to give in no matter what, as if she was determined to play the "Sleeping Beauty" to the end, Jonah glanced at the glass of water and suddenly realized that this person was still indignant about being drugged yesterday.

They hold grudges quite a bit.

"Even after all this, you're still so wary..." Jonathan found it both amusing and exasperating, but fearing that Jiang Songhe might actually die of thirst and his words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy, he decided to try a different approach. "Do I have to apologize properly before you'll drink?"

Jiang Songhe frowned, but still refused to drink.

Jonah put down his cup, his gaze fixed on the fine lines between his two sword-like eyebrows. Following the method of waking "Sleeping Beauty" in fairy tales, he cupped Jiang Songhe's face... Hmm, how can a heartthrob idol not be considered a prince in the real world?

So he lowered his head and gave her a kiss, considering that he had plenty of possessiveness but not enough true love, so he only lightly pecked at the "川" character between Jiang Songhe's eyebrows: "Is this okay?"

Jiang Songhe's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

Jonathan couldn't stand the reaction, so he frowned and, in a defiant and retaliatory manner, added two more smacks.

At this moment, the waking-up plan finally worked, and "Sleeping Beauty" finally opened her eyes, but said in a hoarse voice, "That's enough."

I thought there would be nothing more to say, or that he would say something unpleasant, but to my surprise, he replied, "I'll drink it."

Jonathan wanted to control him, but now that he'd actually got the guy under his thumb, he was at a loss for what to do: "..."

What happened?

What drugs that amplify the five senses and six perceptions and numb self-control cannot achieve, can be solved by a couple of kisses in a painless and itch-free place?

Jonathan traced back again and remembered that name... Ah, right, he is not himself now, he is "Tao Nian".

I also recalled Jiang Songhe's Bullsh*t-like statement: "You're great, but the first time you have to experience it with someone worthy of your affection." In that case, it seems that the "great" person is not him, and the "worthy" person is even less so.

There's not much difference between "prince" and "dirty brat".

Jonathan's initial playfulness instantly doubled, even mixed with some twisted greed and envy.

He moved with ill intent, noticed the reaction, and thought, "Oh? So there's nothing wrong with his physiology. It's just a morbid obsession with remaining chaste for his white moonlight?"

A more perfect way to apologize came to mind, so he bowed down and whispered, "How about I grant your wish?"

-

"Let me think, how would you like this Miss Tao Nian to feed you water?"

The "death-reaping messenger" gripped Jiang Songhe's forearm, its tongue tracing the tendons and bones on the inside of his wrist. The weight on its body made Jiang Songhe's waist and abdomen ache and feel numb. He was also a little out of breath, experiencing a very unfamiliar sensation.

They even sucked out her "brain marrow" and agreed to drink the "Meng Po soup," and now it seems like they won't even leave her "bone fragments."

The underworld officials, disguised as Jonah, were just as unreliable, and even used the source of Jiang Songhe's asceticism to expose his past.

Even though he was barely alive, Jiang Songhe still had a temper. He wanted to take some measures to resist, but unfortunately he couldn't move at the moment.

Just as he was about to speak and demand a quick death from the "Death Reaper," the "Death Reaper" glared at him, transforming himself into a flickering flame on a candle, using the eerie flame to scorch his skin, and demanded in a drawn-out tone, "Speak! How do you want her to feed you?"

Jiang Songhe grunted, intending to curse, "Hey your mother!" but the "ah" suddenly changed its tone.

"I've given you a chance. If you don't want to talk, I'll just do whatever I want."

Jiang Songhe's forearm was suddenly pressed flat, and his chin was clamped. The liquid, which had been cold to hot, soaked Jiang Songhe's long-dry mouth and flowed into his esophagus.

If Jiang Songhe had known that "Meng Po Soup" was drunk this way, he would never have agreed. The unfamiliar feeling intensified, and he wanted to take a deep breath, but he was forced to swallow more and more.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

Jiang Songhe seized the opportunity to clench his teeth, and a strong smell of blood instantly spread through his mouth and nose.

"hiss!"

The "death messenger" winced in pain and released him, pushing him away. Its thin lips were bright red, as if coated with poisonous lip rouge, adding a touch of alluring bewitching charm. Jiang Songhe thought that what he saw before him was most likely the messenger's true form.

"I thought you'd be a chivalrous person when it comes to your white moonlight." The envoy had no intention of letting it go so easily. Staring at the bloodstains on Jiang Songhe's lips, he tightened his demonic hand again, pressed it against her, and devoured her completely.

Has the "death-reaping ritual" begun?

The demonized messenger shed its cumbersome black suit jacket, transforming into a snow leopard ready to feed. With its back arched and body crouching low, it raised its imposing gaze and began to gnaw at the twitching abdominal muscles of its prey.

The prey raised its head, its neck extended, ready to be slaughtered.

Instead of the excruciating pain of being disemboweled, what awaited me was a nonsensical laugh: "Although I should let you have a chance to play a female role."

There was clearly more to say, but the "death messenger" paused, seemingly choosing his words, and after a moment continued, "Considering how weak you are now..."

"It's enjoyable from both ends," the candle flame flickered violently, "Why not just leave the hard work to me, hmm?"

Taking advantage of the prey's hunched back, the messenger smiled slyly, attempting to use a clever trick to pry open the limbs that were several sizes larger than itself.

"Turn around."