Shen Jiao: "..."
Perhaps not expecting that people could have such amazing potential when facing death, digging so quickly, Shen Jiao noticed a hint of regret in Ji Yan's eyes because she couldn't smash her head with flowers.
He looked somewhat worried.
You're worried because you didn't kill me? I'm the one who should be worried, okay? Don't try to steal the spotlight, bro.
Shen Jiao's thoughts were in turmoil, and she couldn't help but suspect that the tyrant's violent act in the middle of the night was because of that insincere and insincere joke that afternoon, which led him to send her away without a word.
She could explain! She opened her mouth, well, it seemed she couldn't explain immediately. After a light nap, she had forgotten even the beginning of the 300-word essay she had prepared in advance.
Therefore, Shen Jiao could only say: Ji Yan, you are petty and narrow-minded.
She inadvertently interrupted the tyrant's rampage; will she suffer even more severe torture? Considering Wang Dazhuang's tragic state, being smothered to death by roses is actually a milder punishment? If it were spread as gossip, it would even have a kind of tragic beauty? Not only would she have a whole corpse, but she wouldn't rot so quickly either.
After careful consideration, Shen Jiao closed her eyes and lay down again.
Keep going. Smash it all. You petty, unreasonable man who won't listen to explanations, I'm tired. Do whatever you want with me.
The wait for death to tormented her mental health was extremely long, each second feeling like a minute, each day like a year. Finally, just as Shen Jiao was about to embrace the Duke of Zhou (a figure in Chinese mythology associated with sleep), the tyrant slowly opened his mouth.
"You can sleep so much, how come you're awake now?"
Shen Jiao: ? This doesn't sound like a line that's meant to kill her?
Ji Yan tilted his head slightly, staring at her with his dark eyes, looking quite puzzled.
Generally speaking, Shen Jiao has very good sleep quality and a very regular biological clock; she won't wake up until after 9 AM.
His insomnia became increasingly severe, often causing headaches and irritability. He was so frustrated that he wanted to find a few people to kill. It was fine when someone was killing him, but when no one was killing him, he got bored. Boredom was troublesome, and he couldn't help but want to find something to do.
So one night, the tyrant, who was extremely bored, did not want to kill anyone, mainly because he had already killed all the fools who deserved to die at Langya Pass. So he turned his attention to Shen Jiao, who was sleeping soundly.
He was still awake. How dare she occupy his bed and sleep so soundly?
He grew angrier the more he thought about it, so he secretly shoved her under the bed, intending to yell at her after she suddenly woke up. But waiting was a long and boring process. He got restless and moved Shen Jiao from under the bed to the foot of the bed, and after a while, he moved her from the foot of the bed to the outer bed. He tossed and turned for half the night, but she didn't wake up.
Faced with Shen Jiao's lack of tact, he immediately frowned and decided to carry her to the rooftop to be bitten by mosquitoes, leaving her face covered in red welts as a small punishment, to see if she would dare to ignore him like this again!
But this makes it look less appealing, like a few drops of ink on a piece of white paper, which is unpleasant. A beautiful woman's skin is most attractive when it is smooth and even. How dare a bunch of stinky mosquitoes ruin her beauty?
The tyrant immediately shifted his anger.
So, in the latter half of the night, Shen Jiao still didn't wake up, and even had a beautiful dream of being a fairy. Meanwhile, the ruthless tyrant, who killed without blinking an eye, stayed by her side without leaving her side, diligently swatting long-legged mosquitoes all night long, ostensibly to protect the integrity of his private property.
Thinking of this, Ji Yan glanced at Shen Jiao's smooth, eggshell-like face and was quite satisfied. She couldn't help but ask again, "It's not even dawn yet, why are you awake?"
Shen Jiao: "..."
What the hell? You have the nerve to ask that again!
Based on the tyrant's nature, she was now absolutely certain that he wasn't there to kill her, but she had almost been suffocated! Therefore, Shen Jiao's anger surged.
She chuckled, "Your Majesty, by daybreak, I'll be dead as hard as a rock!"
She estimated the weight of the pile of flowers in the tyrant's hand to be two or three times the weight of Wang Fu. If they had been thrown straight down, she wouldn't have needed to say goodbye to the world; she would have simply died and never woken up again.
Shen Jiao really wanted to curse him right now.
However, she couldn't act rashly since she had just managed to save her life. What if the tyrant, who hadn't intended to kill her, suddenly became murderous because of her chatter? It would be a huge loss.
Shen Jiao could only vent her frustration in her heart. "Are you bored out of your mind? With such strong arms, go learn from the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains, Jingwei Filling the Sea, and Nuwa Mending the Sky. Why bother with murder and flower burial? You're sick."
Ji Yan quickly realized what the frizzy hamster meant. No wonder she looked especially frizzy now. He loosened his grip, took off the heavy object, and lifted her out of the pile of roses and placed her on it. "Luckily, it's not dawn yet."
Shen Jiao: "...Your Majesty, the point is not whether it's dawn or not, it's that you almost smothered me to death just now."
She couldn't understand what Ji Yan was going crazy about in the middle of the night. Today wasn't Valentine's Day or Qixi Festival, and given their current relationship of keeping to themselves, giving her five million to keep her in line and not have any other inappropriate thoughts was more appropriate than sending her flowers.
The tyrant didn't pick up on the topic. Instead, he tucked a rose into her hair and asked, "Does it smell nice?"
Shen Jiao refused to change the subject and said seriously, "Your Majesty, you almost suffocated me just now!"
Ji Yanwang seemed not to hear, and quickly picked a few more flowers. "Do they smell good?"
There was no mirror here, but Shen Jiao felt she must look like a complete idiot with a head full of colorful thoughts. She took a deep breath, "Your Majesty, you almost..."
Ji Yan: "Does the flower smell good?"
The tyrant directly confronted her with a face full of flower petals, their fragrance overflowing and refreshing; surprisingly, they smelled quite pleasant.
Shen Jiao's thoughts, which were focused on punishing the tyrant, were successfully diverted, and she remarked, "It smells quite good."
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Ji Yan asked another question: "Does my flower smell better, or the dog's flower?"
Shen Jiao: "..."
Are you alright? A dignified emperor getting into a fight with a dog?
Shen Jiao subconsciously glanced at the flowers she had placed in the teacup...
It's completely bare.
Not a single petal remains. Before, it was a wildflower, but at least it had all its limbs. Now, only a single stem remains, unable to stand upright. Outside the window, a thunderstorm rages, and it will be blown away by the wind in the next second.
Utterly pitiful.
Shen Jiao: "..."
"Of course it's the fragrance of His Majesty's flowers." Shen Jiao smiled radiantly.
Does she even have a choice? The answer is already laid bare in her face. If she had to choose one, would she dare to go against the grain and choose two?
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the tyrant's face immediately darkened. "That ugly thing only gave you a wildflower, and you brought it back. I've plundered my garden bald, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
I am penniless, I don't have a single penny on me, what else can I say?
How was she supposed to answer that? Shen Jiao had a headache just thinking about it. The dog wasn't brought back by her; it was a fan she gained because of her charm. She already had a poor public image, so it was not easy for her to have a true fan who could transcend species!
Shen Jiao thought for a moment, "Since we've already picked them, why don't we sell them, Your Majesty?"
"Selling flowers?" Ji Yan thought she had misheard and poked her cheek. "Does Gu Que have so little money?"
It wasn't for the flowers, nor was it to deal with the flowers, so what was it for?
For some reason, Shen Jiao remembered the flirtatious things she had said that afternoon. Combined with the romantic atmosphere on the bed, a sudden thought struck her. Her eyes widened, and she hugged her own delicate and pitiful self. "No way? You want to sleep with me?"
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