Chapter 37 "So, you actually like my blood..."

Seeing that he received no response for a long time, Xiao Che placed his long fingers on the curtain and gently lifted a corner.

What he saw was a scene of enchanting spring beauty. He quickly lowered the curtains: "You..."

From inside the tent came Yan Jiarou's sticky voice: "Xiao Wenqi... could you come a little closer..."

"Um...I...I'm sick...I really feel terrible..."

As he spoke, he occasionally let out a few groans, which sounded genuinely like he was in great pain.

Xiao Che frowned and swallowed hard: "Put your clothes on."

A rustling sound then came from inside the tent: "Xiao Che, I...I'm all better..."

Xiao Che then lifted the curtain and entered.

He discovered that Yan Jiarou was not dressed properly; she had simply wrapped herself in a thin silk quilt, revealing her small face, and was staring blankly at him.

Xiao Che frowned; he had a gut feeling that Yan Jiarou was acting strangely today.

Her face was flushed, her forehead was covered in beads of sweat, and her eyes were shimmering with tears. Her gaze as she looked at him was so wet that it seemed as if it could overflow with water.

Her lips were slightly parted, revealing an unusually vibrant red.

Her breasts rose and fell beneath the silk quilt, as if even breathing was a great effort.

Could it be that he is really sick?

Xiao Che's heart tightened, and he quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch her forehead, only to find it burning hot.

His expression immediately changed: "Are you really sick?"

"You're burning up like this and you don't even bother to call the imperial physician? You still have the nerve to send someone to find me? Yan Jiarou, how many lives do you think you have?"

After he finished speaking, he got up to leave, but Yan Jiarou suddenly grabbed his hand.

She looked very nervous, as if afraid he would suddenly leave. She gripped his hand tightly with her small hands, gently rubbing her cheek against his palm, craving its cool temperature: "Xiao Wenqi...where are you going?"

Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice softened unconsciously as he gently stroked her cheek: "I'll go and call the imperial physician for you."

"No...don't go...please stay with me..."

Xiao Che's expression became somewhat unnatural for a moment: "You..."

He felt that Yan Jiarou seemed overly clingy today.

Given her personality, she would never have acted so weakly and coquettishly in front of him in the past.

Perhaps when people are sick, they are more vulnerable than usual, which is why they show such a demeanor.

Xiao Che swallowed hard. "Alright, I won't leave. I'll have Yingxue help me fetch the imperial physician."

"No, no... I don't want any imperial physicians... I just want you..."

She clung to his arm, slowly propped herself up, and sat half-upright on the bed. The silk quilt slipped down, revealing her smooth, white shoulders.

Tormented by the desire within her body for so long, her reason had long since collapsed. Now she couldn't care about anything else; she just wanted to follow her body's instincts.

She wrapped her arms around his lean waist, pressing her entire body against him, greedily savoring his breath and warmth.

Her body felt instantly soothed and much better, but it wasn't enough; she wanted more...

She stroked his body, her soft, boneless hands slowly moving upwards until they stopped at his neck. Her fingertips trembled as she played with his Adam's apple, then shifted slightly to gently press the veins hidden beneath his skin. She slowly closed her eyes, feeling the vibrant pulse throbbing beneath the veins.

There, fresh blood, unique to Xiao Che, flows slowly...

She licked her dry lips impatiently: "No imperial physicians, no useless people... I don't want any irrelevant people to bother us..."

Xiao Che's body suddenly tensed up. He pressed down on her groping hands and said in a hoarse voice, "Royal sister, are you delirious from the fever?"

He lifted her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye, his light-colored pupils gazing at her intently: "Take a good look at who I am. Can you tell the difference between me and the Crown Prince?"

Yan Jiarou stared at him blankly, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears. After a moment, she slowly smiled and said, "Of course I can tell the difference..."

She thought she was delirious with fever, her behavior becoming increasingly unrestrained, as if she were drunk. She peeked a pink fingertip from his hand, which was enveloping hers, and gently touched his lips: "You are... Xiao Che... Xiao Wenqi. Your face is so handsome, far surpassing even my Crown Prince brother. How could I possibly mistake you..."

"you……"

Xiao Che gave her a deep look, his eyes darkening for a moment: "Royal sister, what tricks are you playing?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou seemed to remember something and shrank back in his arms, her thick eyelashes trembling and her eyes welling up with tears: "Xiao Wenqi, are you still angry with me about what happened last time?"

The girl's voice was naturally soft, but today, for some reason, it had a slight hoarseness, and the trailing tone seemed to have a hook, making it indescribably soft and alluring.

Although Yan Jiarou was now completely irrational and her head was spinning, she was only eager to get what she wanted from Xiao Che. However, she still had some sense left. She knew that if she wanted to taste Xiao Che's blood, he had to be willing. How could he be willing? First, he had to calm down and forgive her. Otherwise, if he was still angry, how could he be willing to give it to her?

In that case, we have no choice but to lower our stance towards him.

She knew that he always responded better to gentle persuasion than force, but she had never been able to bring herself to apologize to him before, and in her opinion, there was no need to.

But things are different now.

"It was all my fault before, Xiao Wenqi. I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?"

The girl looked up at him expectantly, snuggling gently against him and pleading with him in a flattering tone.

With her warm, soft body in his arms, her clothes were so thin and light, almost see-through, that it was no different from her being naked.

Her full, round breasts seemed about to burst out, pressed so tightly against his skin, so incredibly soft, that he could even feel their shape.

Xiao Che's large hand completely enveloped hers, his thumb lightly caressing her slender wrist, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you know what you're doing?"

A moment of confusion flashed in Yan Jiarou's eyes: "I..."

She is now completely dominated by desire and can no longer care about many things.

He leaned close to her ear and breathed slowly, "If it's just to tease me, my dear sister, that's quite a sacrifice for you."

"I...I wasn't teasing you..." Fearing he would bring up the past again and make it even harder to appease him, Yan Jiarou quickly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, swaying back and forth, doing everything she could to be charming and coaxing: "I swear...this time it really wasn't...please don't keep ignoring me...it makes me very sad..."

As she spoke, she held up three fingers and said with utmost seriousness, "I swear, if I'm lying, may I be struck by lightning..."

Before she could finish her vow, two slender fingers sealed her lips with a kiss. Xiao Che frowned and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? You can't just make vows like that, you know?"

Yan Jiarou looked at him blankly, sticking out a bit of her bright red tongue, unconsciously licking his fingers.

Xiao Che felt as if he had been burned and quickly withdrew his hand.

She looked at him with teary eyes, her rimmed red, like a little rabbit trying to appease its master after making a mistake, innocent and harmless: "Then... can you forgive me? Don't be angry with me anymore... okay?"

Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed. Reason told him that Yan Jiarou's sudden change of heart was mostly a trick, but when he met her pleading and yearning eyes, he really couldn't say "no".

If she really wanted it that way, he thought, so what if she was fooled once before? It wasn't the first time anyway, and he was willing to be deceived by her.

He looked at her and finally nodded: "Mm."

Yan Jiarou's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected Xiao Che to be so easy to coax. However, to make sure he really wouldn't hold it against her as she wished, she still pressed on, asking, "What does 'hmm' mean?"

Xiao Che curled his lips and lowered his head to touch his forehead with hers: "It means exactly what my royal sister is thinking."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou hugged him tightly, her heart leaping with joy. Great! Xiao Che had forgiven her just like that. So, he probably wouldn't refuse to take her blood next, right?

After all, they had just made up.

Now that we've made up, all I'm asking him for is a little blood. He wouldn't be so rude, would he?

My body's endurance has reached its limit.

She nestled against him restlessly, trying to figure out how to start the conversation.

Xiao Che pressed down on her body and said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Yan, don't move."

Yan Jiarou stared at him with innocent eyes, pleading, "But Xiao Che, I feel so bad. I won't move, I'll be good. So, since I'm being so good, can you... help me?"

Xiao Che gave her a deep look, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly: "You miss me, how can I help you?"

"I just want to... ask you for something."

Her fingertips trembled as she touched his Adam's apple: "Xiao Wenqi, can you give it to me?"

He lowered his head, chasing after her lingering scent: "As long as I have it, as long as you want it."

Yan Jiarou suppressed the excitement welling up from the bottom of her heart: "You said it yourself."

The next moment, she leaned against his neck, where the skin was thinnest, and beneath the fair skin, the veins were faintly visible, slightly protruding from the surface.

She gently bit the vein she had been eyeing, and the tempting blood instantly seeped in. She hungrily sucked at the wound and swallowed quickly.

Xiao Che's blood had almost no fishy smell; instead, it had a strange sweetness that made it extremely delicious.

If this is her medicine, then there must be no medicine in the world more irresistible.

Fresh blood slowly flowed down her throat into her body, gradually merging into her limbs and bones. Every inch of her body was overjoyed at the arrival of Xiao Che's bloodline, eagerly merging with him. The ultimate satisfaction and pleasure brought about by this seemed to make her soul tremble.

So comfortable...

After drinking her fill, Yan Jiarou slid into Xiao Che's arms. She felt so comfortable that she was almost dizzy. Her whole body was weak and limp, as if she didn't even have the strength to move a finger. She could only lazily lean against him like a satisfied kitten.

The wound on the side of his neck throbbed with pain. Xiao Che raised his hand to wipe the wound, and it was wet to the touch. Looking down, he saw that it was indeed blood.

He gently rubbed his thumb against her rosy lips, wiping away the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth. A thoughtful smile played on his lips as he said, "So, you actually like my blood?"