Chapter 78 "Baby, I'd be more than happy to."...

Rou experienced for the first time what it meant for each day to feel like a year.

She glanced at the water clock beside her, water slowly dripping from the spout at the bottom. Listening to the dripping sound, she silently calculated the time in her mind. At this moment, time seemed to stretch on endlessly.

The intense restlessness and addiction gnawed at her body relentlessly, and she was on the verge of collapse.

Tears welled up in her eyes from this unspeakable torment, and her vision gradually blurred. She didn't know how much time had passed before she struggled to look up at the markings on the teapot. It turned out that almost two incense sticks' worth of time had passed.

Why has it taken so long?

Is Xiao Che still not better?

Although she was naive and inexperienced in worldly affairs, she was not entirely ignorant about matters between men and women, thanks to her years of experience reading storybooks.

For example, a storybook might describe how, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the clouds and rain would dissipate.

That time lasted about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Why hasn't Xiao Che recovered yet after so long?

She felt both strange and impatient, her whole body felt like it was being gnawed by ants, and her desire surged and clamored. Finally, she could not wait any longer, and she forced herself to walk step by step to the bedside.

As she slowly approached the bed, the suppressed sounds from Sichuan in the air became increasingly clear.

Yan Jiarou swallowed hard, feeling as if even breathing had become difficult.

The air became thick and stagnant, as if it were gel, making it hard to breathe and causing one to feel inexplicably hot all over.

She stopped by the bed, not moving forward, but peering through the bed curtains at the shadowy figure on the bed. Hesitantly, she called out, "Brother..."

The panting stopped for a moment.

Xiao Che clearly heard it, but did not respond.

A moment later, the panting resumed, even more intense and deep, the voice hoarse and alluring, exceptionally sexy, as if he was deliberately panting for her to hear.

Those sounds of western Sichuan seem to echo right next to my ears, thumping my eardrums and stimulating my nerves.

Yan Jiarou stood there awkwardly, calling his name a few more times, but the only response she received was his increasingly hoarse and deep Sichuan voice.

Yan Jiarou, after all, was not skilled enough to win Xiao Che's heart. After a while of this stalemate, she couldn't stand it any longer and couldn't help but step forward to check the situation:

"Xiao Che, are you done yet...?"

Her words abruptly stopped the moment she actually saw Xiao Che.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still stood frozen in place when she saw Xiao Che's appearance.

Xiao Che leaned lazily against the headboard, slightly lifting his eyelids to meet her gaze. He showed no guilt, but instead smiled playfully.

Her hands never stopped moving, their erection twisting menacingly. Whether it was her imagination or not, it seemed that after Xiao Che saw her, that thing had grown even larger, which was truly terrifying.

He looked at her, his hands still moving, and said lazily, "What, so my royal sister wants to see me read by myself?"

Yan Jiarou's head spun, and her first instinct was to run away.

But his feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move at all.

She hadn't forgotten why she'd come, so she turned her face away and forced a smile, saying, "You... why aren't you ready yet..."

She didn't dare look Xiao Che in the eye, much less watch him do that kind of thing to her... She didn't understand why Xiao Che, who was born with such a celestial appearance, had such a terrifying thing between his legs. Such a contrast was truly terrifying.

She could only turn to him and ask why he wasn't better yet.

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Che still did not respond.

She could only open her eyes, turn her head back to look at him, her gaze somewhat confused: "Xiao Wenqi..."

Xiao Che smiled at her, raising an eyebrow slightly. His voice was husky and sexy, ending in a languid tone: "Want to know?"

Yan Jiarou nodded hurriedly. She understood that he would only pay attention to her when she looked at him.

This forced her to watch him read to her... Xiao Wenqi did it on purpose!

...However, even though she knew he did it on purpose, she was still helpless.

Xiao Che smiled lazily and said, "Baby, come here."

"If you want to know, then come over here obediently."

Yan Jiarou was so eager to know the answer that she had no choice but to walk towards him step by step, having been kept in suspense by him.

When she got to his side, just as she was about to speak, she pulled him onto the bed.

She was forced to sit on his lap, barely an inch away from that horrifying thing, and could even feel its scorching heat.

As if burned, she immediately withdrew her hand, instinctively sensing danger, and whimpered, "Xiao Wenqi..."

"I'm here, baby." The man's firm, hot chest pressed against her, the burning heat instantly enveloping her, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"What's there to be afraid of? Haven't we already experienced it?"

"Want to know why I haven't come out yet?" He enveloped her hand in his large one, supporting her waist, and whispered in her ear, "I can tell you..."

"...Why...why?" the little princess asked innocently. "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

Her mind was completely focused on this issue, and she didn't notice that Xiao Che had already guided her to hold his thing.

By the time she realized what was happening, it was too late. Just as she was about to struggle, Xiao Che's hoarse voice rang in her ears again, his breath slightly unsteady: "Don't move. Just listen to me finish what I have to say. Don't you want to know why?"

The little girl's thoughts were then diverted again: "Wh...what?"

Xiao Che licked and sucked her fair earlobe, explaining, "People from Lanling have always been like this, it takes a little longer, and also," he paused, "the thing your second brother gave you is a bit small, it's a bit tight after you put it on, I can't figure it out."

Yan Jiarou's eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing this. She turned to look at him, held up two fingers, paused, and then added another finger: "Is that thing still small? It can almost fit three of my fingers!"

Xiao Che looked at her amusedly and pulled down three of her fingers: "Why did you put your fingers in there for no reason?"

"I thought it was something fun... who knew it would be used for that..."

“That’s fun, baby. How do you know it’s not fun if you haven’t tried it?” He chuckled softly. “It’s just that my… cough cough, it’s definitely a bit too long. You’ll have to work hard, baby, from now on.”

Yan Jiarou blinked, not understanding why Xiao Che would say that, but she didn't think it was important, so she didn't ask and just casually said, "It's not hard work, it's not hard work."

Xiao Che choked for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her chubby cheek, suppressing a laugh as he said, "Baby, how can you be so cute?"

Yan Jiarou didn't take it to heart, because she was obviously cute, so why did he need to say it?

——

She had been separated from Xiao Che for a while, but now that she was back by his side and in close contact with him, she felt much better and was able to maintain her conscious mind for the time being.

However, this is only temporary.

As time went on, the surging desires returned.

Xiao Che clearly noticed her change.

She started to get restless, her body unconsciously rubbing against him, her voice trembling: "Then...then you can't get it out, what...what should we do..."

Xiao Che chuckled and coaxed, "Don't worry, it's just a little trouble. Baby, help me out and it'll be fine."

"Then... how can I help you?"

"First, help me take off that thing that's on me... sweetie, we don't need it anymore."

Yan Jiarou was at a loss for what to do. Since it was that thing that was holding Xiao Che back, preventing him from getting out, and there was indeed no way to leave it, she tremblingly reached out to help him remove it.

Unfortunately, that thing was perfectly fitted to Xiao Che's... it was stuck so tightly that it couldn't be easily removed. After several attempts, she found that she could only hold his thing with one hand and use the other hand to slowly peel it off little by little from the bottom up.

Not only was picking them difficult, but the mournful sound of the Sichuan opera grew louder and louder, and the things in his hands grew bigger and bigger.

Her palms were sweating with nervousness. When she finally removed the thing completely, Xiao Che's... immediately sprang out. Without the restraint, it seemed to expand even more, the visual impact was so strong that Yan Jiarou was caught off guard and was startled. Her body involuntarily fell backward, and the whole bed shook with the movement.

It was this sudden movement that made her hear the sound of something falling, seemingly some kind of paper or cloth... She looked in the direction of the sound and sure enough saw a scroll piled up at the foot of the bed. Combining the sound she had just heard, she guessed that the scroll had originally been hanging at the foot of the bed, but it wasn't very secure. When she made a noise, the bed shook, and the scroll fell down with it.

Her mind had been focused on Xiao Che, and she hadn't noticed the painting hanging opposite her. She didn't recall it being there normally, so she guessed that Xiao Che had hung it up while she was away.

Strange, wasn't Xiao Che doing that thing when she left? Why did he hang up a painting?

What kind of painting is it exactly?

She turned to look at Xiao Che, her eyes questioning, but Xiao Che just smiled lazily at her: "Want to know?"

He said casually, "Why don't you just bring it over and take a look?"

Although she felt something was off, driven by curiosity, Yan Jiarou crawled over and picked up the painting. After opening it, she froze on the spot.

The painting depicted... was actually a portrait of her body! It must have been the one he painted for her when she went to Hanguang Palace to find him.

She knew he had painted such a portrait for her. Although she was shy, she couldn't resist his persistent pleading and agreed. Who would have thought that he would bring the painting all the way to Huaizhou!

And just now, he did that kind of thing in front of her portrait!

How could Xiao Che...

Yan Jiarou felt her face burning up. She bit her lower lip tightly, turned her head and looked at him with a face full of shame and indignation: "You... explain!"

Logically, if someone were caught doing something wrong, they should feel guilty, nervous, and ashamed. But Xiao Che, on the contrary, showed no sign of guilt whatsoever. A faint smile played on his lips, and he maintained his usual nonchalant and composed expression: "Explain?"

There's nothing to explain.

He pressed close to her from behind, his hot breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver of tingling through her: "Royal sister, everything is as you see it."

As if to prove his complete lack of guilt, the horrifying object behind him pressed against her medicine as he drew closer: "Without looking at your portrait and imagining you being brutally violated by me, I really can't imagine..."

"You...you're shameless!"

"Shameless?" Xiao Che gently kissed her flushed cheeks and chuckled. "You heartless little rabbit. Don't you even think about who I'm doing this for?"

"you……"

"Tell me, why am I doing this?"

"It's...it's for me..."

Xiao Che: "By the way, baby, I've done so much for you, yet you scold me. Isn't that repaying kindness with enmity? If it is, shouldn't you apologize to me?"

"I..." Yan Jiarou was dizzy and her mind was no longer clear. She was momentarily confused by him and stammered, "I...I'm sorry..."

Xiao Che curled his lips: "What a good boy," he said generously, "I forgive you."

“Hmm…” Usually when you hear someone say “I forgive you,” you will subconsciously reply with “Thank you,” and Yan Jiarou is no exception.

So by the time she realized what she had done, it was already too late.

No, Xiao Che read aloud to himself while looking at her portrait, wondering why she thanked him!

Looking up, he saw Xiao Che smiling mockingly, shamelessly saying, "You're welcome."

"—I would be more than happy to."