Chapter 78 "I really want to eat it."
After struggling to pull his hair back, Yin Yuan was the first to swim ashore, where he collapsed on the bank, coughing and shivering.
Leng Zhen was pushed into the water by Leng Cuizhu, landing right on Jiang Mimi. Neither of them said anything about getting ashore, neither cried nor made a fuss, and they just started fighting in the water.
Jiang Mimi was slightly weaker and not as ruthless as Leng Zhen, who would kill. After several exchanges, she was at a disadvantage and was grabbed by the neck and pushed into the water.
"Hmm..."
"Don't fight!" Leng Cuizhu, who was watching from the pavilion, quickly lifted her skirt and ran towards the shore.
By the time she reached the shore, there was no movement in the water.
Yin Yuan was the only one on the shore.
“…cough.” Yin Yuan looked up at her, his eyes filled with melancholy.
His robes were soaked with cold water, and seaweed clung to his hair. He huddled awkwardly on the rocks by the shore, completely devoid of any air of dignity.
She ran to the shore in disbelief and looked around again and again, but still couldn't see anyone in the water.
Did they both drown?
"Cough, cough..."
She turned her head away.
Yin Yuan lowered his eyes, and water droplets dripped from his eyelashes into his eyes. He had no choice but to turn his head away to rub them. After rubbing them, he caught a glimpse of the algae in his hair and felt extremely ashamed and indignant. He reached out to pull them off.
"Let me help you."
She walked over, lifted a strand of the man's hair from his shoulder, and helped him pick seaweed, but unexpectedly pulled out several strands of hair.
"this……"
She rubbed the stray strands of hair in her hands. "I didn't pull hard. Sir, have you been too busy with official duties lately, and are you feeling stressed? Is your hair falling out so easily?"
After speaking, Yin Yuan even stopped coughing, and looked up with a resentful expression.
"..." His entire face turned deathly pale.
She and Yin Yuan returned to the mansion first.
Yi Yinwan went out hunting and didn't return, and Yin Yuan wouldn't let the maids near her, so she had no choice but to stay and take care of him.
He had been soaked for too long and caught a cold. As soon as he returned to the mansion, he lay down and did not get up, turning his back to her.
She sat on the edge of the bed, unable to see the man's face, unsure whether he was asleep or awake. After hesitating for a long time, she blurted out, "I'm going back now..."
"no."
She took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go get your medicine. It's time for you to take it."
After leaving the dormitory, she didn't go to the pharmacy at all. Instead, she picked up a teacup from the table, added the motion sickness medicine she carried with her to the teapot, shook it well, and then took it back.
Yin Yuan sat on the bed, remaining silent.
"Here you go." She handed him the teacup.
The man's gaze fell on the water's surface, paused for a moment, then looked away: "You feed me."
"How am I supposed to feed you such a small cup of medicine? Should I go get you a spoon?"
His words were straightforward and unvarnished: "Feed with your mouth."
He even stated quite confidently: "I am a patient now."
"...I can't drink your medicine."
She sighed, "The medicine used by the adults must be made entirely of rare and precious herbs. Wouldn't it be a waste if I drank it?"
Yin Yuan said calmly, "If you make a mistake, you can only make up for it with countless lies."
“I don’t understand what you’re saying, sir. As you know, I haven’t read many books and only know how to read. You’re putting together a bunch of obscure characters, so I can’t understand you.” She smiled and said, “Please drink your medicine quickly, sir.”
"..." He took the teacup. "Leng Zhen, I will send people to look for her. As for Jiang Mimi, Chen Xun will send people to search for her."
"I don't like Jiang Mimi, and I don't like anyone under Chen Xun. I'll have less contact with him in the future."
Leng Cuizhu muttered to herself, "I think Lord Chen is quite good; at least he's not as arrogant as you."
"So what? He's good for nothing but flattery and sycophancy. He has no real talent or ability, and even his official position was bought. You think he's approachable and kind to you, but you've actually been completely taken advantage of without even realizing it."
"Are you so smug about him that you can't extricate yourself from his charms?" The man chuckled. "Yes, black hair is much harder to distinguish than blonde or white hair. You two haven't already slept together, have you?"
She only said one sentence, so why did Yin Yuan have to respond with such a long string of words? What's wrong with him? Is his brain filled with water?
They really love to take things seriously.
"You talk so much," she murmured to herself, reaching out to touch the man's forehead. "You don't have a fever."
Yin Yuan fell silent, looked up at her hand that was touching her forehead, and then stared straight ahead.
She touched it for a while, then withdrew her hand.
"The medicine is getting cold, drink it quickly."
"……Um."
After knocking Yin Yuan unconscious, she went to the Yin family's kitchen and picked up a few boxes of pastries to take home.
When she reached the alley entrance, she wasn't looking where she was going and stepped on a whimpering chicken.
"What's wrong?" She bent down and picked up the rooster. "Why are you crying?"
"The kids on the street said I was ugly and burned my butt with fire!"
The rooster sobbed, its head drooping: "Host... have I really become ugly?"
"Well."
Leng Cuizhu had to admit that since Tu Sizi recovered from her serious illness, her feathers had lost their former luster and become dull and yellowish.
As a rooster, the brighter and more vibrant its feathers are, the better. This is not only the chicken's aesthetic sense, but also people's.
Dodder has rarely gone out these days; it doesn't even visit its own chicken friends, let alone people or friends.
"I brought some pastries, shall we go back and eat some pastries?"
Upon seeing this, the rooster felt a sense of loss.
"good……"
When she finished cutting the pastries and went to his room, he was secretly crying in bed. He was startled by her approach and quickly jumped up from the bed to wipe away his tears.
"It's okay, don't hide, just cry if you want to."
Dodder pouted, rushed over and hugged her waist, sobbing as she asked, "Has my face... changed too? Have I gotten old?"
"Will you leave me because I'm no longer young or pretty? Will you stop liking me? Will you find me annoying...?"
“No,” she cupped his face, gently wiping away his tears, her fingertips tracing his pursed lips, “You’re still as handsome as ever.”
"Don't worry too much. You're still young, and I have no intention of abandoning you for the time being."
Her words of comfort only made the dodder more distraught and panicked.
"And then, what about later?"
“So we should live in the moment.” She wrapped her arms around the man’s neck, stroked the stubble on the back of his neck, and let him lie prostrate at the foot of her skirt.
Dodder was terrified and quickly hugged her even tighter: "I understand, I understand..."
"Alright, let's eat the pastries."
“No,” he paused, his words incoherent, “I won’t eat, I’ll serve you.” With that, he crawled under her skirt.
"Eh."
She grabbed a strand of his long hair and then let go, staring blankly at the head bobbing beneath her skirt.
"Still haven't found it? You've gotten out of practice."
"How do I untie these pants? I can't."
He blurted out, "Can I just tear it open?" Before she could answer, he pressed himself against her and licked her through the fabric. "I'm so anxious... Why are you wearing pants under your skirt? It's so inconvenient."
"Okay, go ahead and tear it."
"Hmm..."
She clung to him, and they struggled together in a daze until they reached the bedside. She lay back on the bed, and he knelt down beside her, hoisting one of her legs onto his shoulder with ease.
"I really want to eat it."
"Aren't you already eating?"
"No, I mean bite. I want to bite you."
"...Don't bite."
"Not even legs?"
"Don't bite."
"But it's so soft."
"I told you, don't bite."
"But……"
"If you want to bite, then get up. You can bite my neck."
He quickly crawled out and climbed to her side.
She raised her hand to his cheek, wiped away the water, and slapped him hard across the face.
"Are you going to bite me again?"
"Stop asking me this over and over again."
He covered his face, tears welling up in his eyes: "Ugh... thank you, Mom, I won't bite anymore." Then he climbed off the bed the way he came, crawled back in, pressed his cheek, which was burning from being slapped, against her thigh, rubbing it against her flesh to soothe the pain, or rather, to please her.
He stopped halfway through licking.
"that……"
He crawled out, his face covered in a wet, slippery substance. He knelt beside the bed, hands on the ground, and asked, "What is our relationship?"
"It doesn't matter what kind of relationship we have, right? You said you would serve me."
"No, that's not what I meant... I wanted to serve you better, but I was afraid you wouldn't want to, or that you would think I wasn't capable."
She sat up, stretching one hand out onto the bed.
"Just tell me what you want."
Dodder mustered its courage: "I want to do it with you..."
"Can't understand."
He hardened his heart: "I want to fuck...you. I want to put it in...I know you've done this with that foreigner before, and more than once. I secretly saw it last time. Why can he do things with you that only lovers do, but I can't? Why do you kiss him and hug him, but you're so perfunctory with me?"
He asked himself the question and answered it: "Is it because you don't really like me...?"
She lowered her head and played with her shawl, remaining silent.
He suddenly grasped her hands.
Why don't we give it a try? Who knows, you might fall in love with me because of it.
"I took a shower before you came back. I'll take my clothes off for you if you don't believe me."
He got up, took off his clothes, and then crawled up to her.
She glanced at him sideways, paused for a moment, and then asked, "Are you a pervert?"
Dodder nodded repeatedly: "Yes."
“This is not something I can control. Every time you smile at me, pat my head, scold me, hit me, stay with me, feed me, or help me find clothes, I want to tease you… As long as you are by my side, I get excited no matter what you do to me or do nothing at all, just like I am now.”
"Didn't you feel it when I held you tight?"
"You must be living a very repressed life." She chuckled and beckoned to him with her finger, indicating that he could come over.
He rushed over and hugged her, burying his face in her chest. "Wait," he looked up, "don't I need...that?"
She only vaguely understood: "Ewan and I have tried several times. It seems like people like you are infertile."
His eyes widened, and he was about to say something when she pressed the back of his head, his face sinking into her soft embrace.
"Can I bite it? I really want to eat it."
"...Be gentle."
As he bit her, he grabbed her dress and ripped it off.
"Hey!" She raised her hand and slapped his puffed-up cheek. "I didn't tell you to pull this."
“Um,” his voice was muffled, “I’m sorry…”
He reluctantly let go of her and climbed onto her.
"Can I just put this in directly?"
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