Chapter 52 "I'm protective of my own; the little rabbit's tail is only..."

Although Xiao Che had agreed not to let Ji Le serve him closely, it didn't stop Yan Jiarou from continuing to speak ill of her in front of him, sparing no effort to eliminate any possibility of a good relationship between them.

"Even though you don't like her now, living under the same roof, won't you develop feelings for her over time...? Ugh, no, you absolutely mustn't like her, because she's awful, really, she just pushed me..."

She swung her slender legs as she spoke: "Look, my ankles still hurt."

She swayed back and forth, but soon she could no longer sway.

Because a large hand suddenly grabbed her right ankle.

Yan Jiarou was taken aback, and stammered, "Xiao... Xiao Wenqi..."

Xiao Che smiled and said, "Didn't you say you twisted your ankle? Let me see."

A blush rose to the sides of Yan Jiarou's neck and behind her ears: "No...no more..."

Xiao Che leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'm not going to sleep with you, what are you afraid of?"

"Could it be for the sake of so-called fame?"

"But my royal sister, is there any reputation left between us?"

Yan Jiarou's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she hesitated without speaking.

When she came to her senses, her shoes and socks were gone, and Xiao Che's large hands completely enveloped her pair of jade-like feet, examining them closely.

The girl's skin was exceptionally white, her ankles were slender, and her ten toenails were glossy with a faint pink tinge. At this moment, she was shyly curled up together.

Xiao Che's expression remained unchanged as his fingers slowly moved down her toes, as if he were playing with a delicate piece of porcelain.

The man's palms were unusually hot as his fingertips gently caressed the delicate skin on the instep, causing a slight tremor to run through her.

She bit her lip, unable to suppress a soft moan.

In the Great Wei Dynasty, women's bare feet were not allowed to be shown to others.

He removed her shoes and socks as if he were peeling off her clothes piece by piece.

Although she was now fully clothed, her bare feet revealed to Xiao Che made her appear no different from the body of the imperial concubine.

She was extremely ashamed, her face burning: "Xiao Wenqi, no..."

Xiao Che's fingers finally stopped at her ankle.

His fingertips traced around her ankle, and he raised an eyebrow slightly, saying casually, "Didn't you say you twisted it? I don't see any redness or bruising."

Yan Jiarou's eyelashes trembled a few times, and she couldn't help but feel a little guilty: "Who...who said that a sprain will always cause redness and bruising...Some injuries don't look serious, but they can actually hurt a lot...Ah!"

Xiao Che suddenly tightened his grip, trapping her ankle between his palms. She winced slightly, her cheeks puffed out, and she pouted, looking up at him with a hint of reproach: "Brother, what are you doing?"

That one glance almost made him lose his mind. His eyes darkened, and he leaned down to kiss her fiercely. Unable to release his pent-up desire, he kissed her for a long time before letting her go.

He rested his chin on the side of her neck, panting, "You didn't sprain your ankle at all, you little liar, you dare to lie to me?"

Yan Jiarou, who was initially dizzy from his kisses, snapped back to reality upon hearing those words: "I...I...you..."

"What about me?" Xiao Che lightly bit her earlobe with a hint of punishment: "Don't think I don't know, Ji Le didn't push you at all."

Yan Jiarou was stunned, turning to look at him in disbelief: "You...you knew all about it?"

Xiao Che chuckled, perhaps finding her stunned expression adorable, and couldn't resist pinching her chubby cheek: "Otherwise what?"

"You think you're such a good actor?"

“Yan Yan,” he rubbed her head, “you’ve never been very smart since you were little.”

"Jile didn't even touch your clothes, so how could she have pushed you?"

"She has always been calm and composed, and she understands the proper order of things. You are a princess, after all. How could she dare to push you?"

Yan Jiarou grew angrier and angrier as she listened, and couldn't help but push him, saying, "She's calm and sensible, while I'm stupid and vicious. Why do you like me? Go like her instead!"

here we go again……

Xiao Che had a bit of a headache; "I was just stating the facts, what are you so jealous about?"

He coaxed her gently, "Alright, even if you're foolish and wicked, I only love you. Are you happy now?"

"Why did you frame her and lie to me? It was one thing in front of outsiders, but now that it's just the two of us, why don't you tell the truth? Yan Yan, I just don't want you to lie to me. It's not a good habit."

“I…” Yan Jiarou lowered her head, her fingers twisting together, and said softly, “I… I just don’t like her… She won’t let me see you, and she bullies me…”

Actually, she knew she was wrong. How could she frame someone? Only a bad woman would do that. But at the time, she felt that the woman had deliberately moved away, almost causing her to fall, but she couldn't find any evidence. She wanted to teach her a lesson, so she lied...

This... can't be considered a frame-up, right?

"Anyway...anyway, she's not a good person. I want you to know what she's really like, to stay away from her. What's wrong with that...?"

Xiao Che looked at her, his expression a mixture of doting and helplessness, and sighed, "You don't need to do anything, and I won't get close to her."

He cupped her face in his hands, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Yan Yan, I am yours, and I will always be yours alone."

"What exactly are you so nervous about?"

Yan Jiarou looked at him, her heart skipped a beat for no reason, and felt that his words were particularly comforting, which made her feel much better. So she softened and said, "Okay, then I will not lie in the future."

As she spoke, she remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "You... since you knew I was lying, why didn't you expose me back then? And... and even helped me punish her?"

Xiao Che raised an eyebrow: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

He said, "She didn't watch you properly. When I came out, I saw you about to fall. How could she not care about people? She should be punished."

"Besides, even if I knew you were lying, how could I expose you in front of outsiders? Wouldn't that be slapping you in the face?"

He pinched her cheek and gently shook it, chuckling, "Of course I'll protect my own."

Yan Jiarou parted her red lips slightly, blinked, and couldn't help but ask, "She...she's an old servant of the Imperial Concubine, and she's watched you grow up since you were little. Now she serves in your palace...isn't she the one who's short?"

“Of course not,” Xiao Che scratched her chin, smiling playfully, “The rabbit’s tail is the shortest, isn’t it?”

"What?" She thought he would say that she was much closer to him than Ji Le, which was why she was the "shortest".

What he said was... Who would joke like that with him? It's so annoying.

She turned her face away in a huff: "I don't have a tail!"

"Oh?" Xiao Che's eyes crinkled with amusement. "Is that so? Then I'll have to touch it and see."

Without thinking much, she blurted out, "Go ahead and touch it!" Anyway, she didn't have a tail, so she wasn't afraid.

Xiao Che paused, seemingly somewhat surprised.

He swallowed hard, a dark glint flashing in his eyes: "Since my royal sister has so kindly invited me, then I shall—reject it would be impolite to refuse."

As he spoke, he slowly extended his hand.

Yan Jiarou was completely unaware until she felt Xiao Che's hand, at which point she realized the seriousness of the situation.

She froze instantly, too afraid to move.

Xiao Che felt the cleansing sensation in his palm and smiled with pleasure: "Hmm, it really doesn't have a tail..."

Yan Jia leaned softly into his arms, her eyes reddening, and said in a trembling voice, "Is it... all done...?"

Xiao Che hadn't planned to do anything and was about to stop, but when he caught a glimpse of her current state, he felt incredibly thirsty, which aroused his sadistic desires.

He couldn't resist teasing her a little longer, and his hand lingered under her skirt.

Yan Jiarou bit her lip and softly called out to him, "Xiao Che... Brother..."

Her delicate voice carried a hint of unbearable longing, as if it could be squeezed to release water.

Xiao Che's mind went blank, and he lost his composure.

I accidentally pressed a spot I don't know.

The delicate body in his arms suddenly trembled, her insteps arched, and her round, pale pink toes all curled up. //. It was worth it.

She let out a meow like a cat in his arms.

The tremor at the end of her voice was captivating, alluring to the core, and utterly seductive.

Xiao Che belatedly realized what had happened, and a slightly ambiguous smile appeared on his lips.

The lingering, smooth feel of the past remained on my fingertips. Though I was quite reluctant to let it go, I was afraid of going too far and getting into trouble, so I had to stop rather unwillingly.

However, his heart and soul were more sensitive than he had imagined.

Before it could even explore you, it impatiently bit down.

Real sales //. Hui.

He was about to make a few sarcastic remarks to her when he looked down and saw that her face was flushed, her red lips were slightly parted, her eyes were unfocused, and she was breathing slightly heavily.

Noticing his gaze, her eyes slowly focused.

She just stared at him blankly, seemingly completely unaware of what had just happened.

Stained with blue... Yu's face, yet his eyes held such innocent and naive eyes, so untouched by the ways of the world.

Both lustful and innocent.

This contrast makes it all the more alluring...

He suddenly became angry for no reason, deleted everything—I'm speechless—and even locked it: "I told you not to mess with me, you're asking for trouble. Believe me or not, I'll make you cry right now?"

Yan Jiarou shrank back, feeling both scared and wronged: It was clearly him who had touched Tanruquan... causing her to get pregnant... Who was the one who provoked whom...?

She buried her face in his chest without saying a word. After a while, feeling her body recover, she said in a muffled voice, "I have to go."

Xiao Che was leaning back in his armchair, calming his breathing and clearing his mind. Upon hearing this, he simply hummed in response.

Yan Jiarou shakily got up from his embrace. She glanced down and saw that her dress was all wrinkled...

She frowned, about to bend down and straighten her clothes, when her wrist was grabbed.

Xiao Che straightened up, glanced at her, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'll do it."

Yan Jiarou was spoiled and used to being waited on, so she obediently let him do as he pleased.

Xiao Che then meticulously tidied her up from head to toe until she was presentable, but he didn't let go immediately. He gently stroked her slender white wrist with his fingertips and asked her, "Are you just leaving like this?"

Confused, Yan Jiarou tentatively asked, "You... is there anything else?"

Xiao Che twitched the corner of his lips: "It's nothing, I just want some compensation."

Reward? Yan Jiarou frowned as she looked at him: "Didn't we kiss enough tonight?"

Without thinking much about it, he leaned in to kiss him, but Xiao Che suddenly said, "I'm tired of kissing your face." He said, "I want to go somewhere else."

"Change the location?" Yan Jiarou was taken aback. "Where... do you want to go?"

A smile played on Xiao Che's lips as his gaze slowly moved downwards, settling on her full breasts.

The people of the Great Wei Dynasty were open-minded, and women often wore high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). If a woman was plump, it was inevitable that she would...

Yan Jiarou's face flushed red instantly.

Xiao Che wanted to kiss her there... but... but...

She wasn't entirely willing, but she thought that Xiao Che had already made many concessions for her tonight, and she had finally managed to appease him regarding Xiao Jue's matter. If she refused him again, she might anger him and cause difficulties in obtaining blood later...

Anyway, it's just a piece of flesh. Wherever you kiss, it doesn't matter. What does it matter? Besides, Xiao Che just saw her bare feet. With her here, why should we talk about the separation between men and women?

He immediately decided to throw caution to the wind, steeled his resolve, took a shaky step forward, straightened his chest and offered himself up, closed his eyes, looking as if he were ready to die.

Xiao Che smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

The expected kiss did not happen; instead, my eyelids touched something warm.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to meet Xiao Che's amused gaze: "Where do you think I want to kiss, my royal sister?"

He smiled, a hint of nonchalance in his expression.

"I just wanted to kiss your eyes."