Ning Qing smiled and took a step forward.

Garan quickly took a step back and leaned his back against the pillar.

Ning Qing took another step forward, effectively trapping him between herself and the pillar.

Jialan's eyes flashed, and he reached out to push Ning Qing's chest away, but no matter how he pushed, the person in front of him remained standing there, unmoved.

"Sir, sir, please move aside, I need to go to the small kitchen to make pastries."

There was a hint of panic in his voice.

Ning Qing gazed at that alluring face.

He spoke in a low voice.

"No pastry smells as good as yours."

As he spoke, he slowly approached and finally kissed her pink lips.

Garan's eyes widened in disbelief.

Seeing that he was stunned and his lips were slightly parted, Ning Qing found it convenient for herself.

With a light laugh, he forcefully charged straight in.

By the time Jialan reacted, he bit down hard...

Ning Qing covered her mouth, her gaze towards Jia Lan filled with a hint of resentment.

Jialan felt inexplicably guilty under Ning Qing's resentful gaze.

A look of helplessness appeared on his face.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke softly.

"My lord, my lord, are you alright? I... I really didn't mean to."

Ningqing...

At that moment, all she wanted to do was cover her face; her attempt to flirt had backfired and she had been bitten instead!

I tried to speak, but a sharp pain shot through my mouth.

"Ouch..." That really hurts. My wife is really ruthless.

Jialan saw that Ning Qing was unable to speak.

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed Ning Qing's arm.

He asked urgently.

"Sir, is your tongue alright?"

Ning Qing's eyes flickered, and she nodded seriously.

Garan hurriedly spoke.

"My lord, please bear with it, I'll go find a doctor."

He turned around hurriedly, intending to leave.

Ning Qing gripped his arm tightly with one hand.

Jialan frowned slightly, turned his head and spoke.

"Sir, please don't hold me. I'll go find a doctor to take a look at your tongue."

Ning Qing shook her head, her words somewhat unclear.

"No...it's not necessary."

Garan replied hastily.

"You can't even speak properly now, how can we not call a doctor to take a look? Let go of my hand right now, I'll go find the royal physician, I'll be back soon."

Ning Qing shook her head again, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

"No...need to find, hiss, the doctor. He'll be fine in a couple of days."

Garan directly refuted this.

"No, we must find the imperial physician to take a look."

Ning Qing's eyes flashed.

He moved closer again, whispering in Garan's ear.

"You want everyone in the manor, from top to bottom, to know that you bit me? Hmm..."

After a moment's hesitation, he continued speaking.

"It's not impossible for the whole mansion to know about what's going on between us..."

Unexpectedly, before he could finish speaking, a fair and beautiful hand tightly covered his mouth.

A faint blush rose on both sides of Jialan's cheeks.

A fleeting glance revealed an even more alluring charm.

“Don’t talk nonsense, I…”

Gently bite your lips.

There is nothing between you and me.

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.

It refers to one's own mouth.

"Oh... nothing happened? Then how did I get hurt?"

Garan was speechless for a moment, then stared wide-eyed again.

"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you... would I have bitten you?"

Ning Qing raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, how am I? Tell me about it, hmm..."

Garan glared fiercely again.

The blush on both sides of her cheeks became even more vibrant.

"You...you're a scoundrel."

Ning Qing nodded.

"I'll only act like a scoundrel with you."