Chapter 040

Zhan Yue's question really made Jia Shan confused for a moment. After she reacted, she suddenly felt a little amused.

It was the first time she saw someone who wanted to rush over and "get beaten up".

Jiashan raised his eyebrows, curved his lips and smiled: "I said a few words to you, will you never do it again? This is not the first time that you have committed 'supervision and self-stealing'."

There is no need to mention it specifically. There are simply too many examples of Zhan Yue's "supervision and self-stealing" to count. Zhan Yue was silent for a while, and finally let go of the betrothal gift list in his hand.

He raised his eyes and saw Jia Shanzhen staring at him intently, with a face as bright as a peach blossom in spring. Zhan Yue couldn't help but lower his voice: "I heard that Princess Ruyang came to say goodbye to you before she returned to the palace."

Jiashan nodded softly. She raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Do you have any leverage over your aunt? She came to say goodbye to me, and I have to ask her in person."

Zhan Yue said calmly, "No."

"Hmm." Jiashan let go of the paper in her hand uninterestedly. She pulled her fox fur coat tighter and said casually, "But my aunt told me—"

Zhan Yue narrowed his eyes and asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." Jiashan was very naughty. He stopped talking halfway, and the smile on his face seemed to be there and not there.

She lowered her head and sipped the Poria Cocos Cream that Koucai had just made. The outside of the Poria Cocos Cream was rolled with another layer of milk, and Jiashan's mouth was instantly filled with the aroma of milk.

"Just some things, such as how you personally asked her to come out of retirement, and how you tried so hard to marry me." After taking a bite of food, Jiashan curled her lips with a smile, and she said lightly.

Zhan Yue pursed his lips.

Although he had confessed his feelings to Jiashan more than once before, when she suddenly said it like this, it seemed as if all the past hidden feelings were suddenly exposed in broad daylight.

Zhan Yue turned his head slightly, exhaled a breath of hot air, and said in a very restrained way: "Oh."

It was a rare sight to see Zhan Yue rendered speechless by what he said. Jiashan felt that this scene was even more rare than the sun and the moon appearing in the same sky.

She was so excited that she couldn't help but hold her chin and look at Zhan Yue's face with a curious look as if she was looking at a foreign scene. Half of Zhan Yue's face was hidden in the darkness before, and when she turned slightly to the side this time, Jiashan found that there was a not very clear five-fingerprint on the left half of his face.

In fact, it is really unclear.

But in the light of the fire, Zhan Yue looked so fair, but that half of his face had a reddish color that was obviously different from the rest of his skin.

Jiashan was suddenly startled. She stood up from her chair, walked a few steps to Zhan Yue and looked at him carefully.

Zhan Yue seemed to have just remembered this incident, and quickly turned his intact right side of his face towards her. He asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiashan didn't care about the difference between men and women, and a chill rose in her eyes. She stood on tiptoe, picked up Zhan Yue's chin that was like white moonlight, and took a closer look, not allowing Zhan Yue to escape.

Jiashan's voice condensed into a line: "Someone hit you, was it the Duke of Anguo?"

Zhan Yue was beaten!

Jiashan almost didn't think much of this candidate. With Zhan Yue's current status, even his father wouldn't let him down like this. It was only the punishment from his father that he couldn't avoid and had to endure.

Zhan Yue's chin was pinched by Jia Shan, so he had to look at Jia Shan in an awkward manner. He said softly, "No."

Zhan Yue said in a low and mellow voice: "It's grandma."

Jiashan raised her eyebrows in surprise, she retracted her hand, gently pressed Zhan Yue's shoulder, and motioned him to sit down first. Then she called Su Yu and asked for a tube of ointment to reduce swelling.

Jiashan's fingers were cool. She carefully turned to Zhan Yue's face and lowered her head to look at him carefully.

"Why did the old lady hit you?" Seeing the slight redness and swelling on Zhan Yue's cheek, Jia Shan knew that the slap from the old lady must not be too light.

Zhan Yue's face showed no sign of surprise, but as Jiashan got closer, his breathing gradually became heavier.

He blinked his long eyelashes and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He was silent for a long while before slowly telling her what happened that night.

Zhan Yue's breath was hot, and even his mouth seemed to be slightly scalding. He said, "Not only did she hit me, but my grandmother also slapped Zhang."

"There's nothing wrong with competing with her. What makes grandma angry is how I treated Ying'er..." Zhan Yue's voice suddenly paused.

Jiashan had applied the ointment with his fingertips and began to gently rub Zhan Yue's face.

He sounded fine, but stopped talking halfway. Jiashan thought she had hurt him, so she stopped, looked into his eyes, and asked cautiously, "Did I rub too hard?"

Jiashan had just taken milk and Poria cream, and the two of them were very close to each other. There seemed to be a very tempting milky fragrance coming from her small red lips.

Pure and sweet.

Zhan Yue licked his dry lips stiffly, his ears slightly red: "No."

Jiashan was relieved and continued to apply medicine to him gently.

She asked gently, "The old lady was a bit harsh. You are a servant. If your subordinates saw you, wouldn't that be a disgrace?"

Jiashan's long black hair was scattered behind her back, and the seductive ends of her hair would occasionally scratch Zhan Yue's fingertips, and the faint fragrance would go directly to Zhan Yue's nose.

Zhan Yue's chest suddenly began beating violently, and he didn't move at all, like a newborn baby whose limbs couldn't move properly and who couldn't even speak clearly.

When Jiashan's fingertips pressed softly on Zhan Yue's face, bursts of warm wind immediately poured into his heart under the cold armor.

After a moment's silence, Zhan Yue realized that Jiashan was asking him a question.

The tip of his tongue was dry and hot. He said, "My grandmother hates trouble in the house the most. She doesn't mind other things, but she won't tolerate any sand in such matters. Don't worry, I asked my second sister-in-law for some gouache and used it to apply it during the daytime shift. No one else noticed."

Jia Shan nodded, and she sighed slowly: "The old lady also wanted to shut up Youyou. She beat Zhang, if she didn't beat you, I'm afraid Zhan Tai would not give up easily, and An Guogong would also have something to say. They are both going to get married, this matter, if it gets out of hand, it will not be good for anyone."

Zhan Yue lowered his eyelids: "I know."

Zhan Yue said in a low voice, "If my mother saw me threatening others like this, she might think that my method was not very honorable. But when I think about how many times Zhang has insulted my mother, openly or secretly, I really can't control myself."

When he said the words "can't help it", his voice began to tremble slightly.

Because Jiashan had already applied the medicine, he blew carefully on the place where he was beaten by the old lady. With this gentle movement, there was also a mellow milky smell.

Jiashan looked at the slightly red swelling and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhan Yue's cheeks were tense, and he replied hoarsely: "It just looks painful, grandma didn't use much force."

"Yeah." Jiashan paused, she took her hand off Zhan Yue's face, but suddenly patted Mr. Zhan's precious head lightly and ungracefully.

Zhan Yue has grown up and is now eight feet tall. Almost no one has ever "photographed" him like this.

He was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Jiashan.

Jiashan's almond-shaped eyes are bright and clear, and there is a hint of heroic spirit in her delicate facial features.

She lowered her voice and said, "Let me tell you, if I were your mother and you threatened Zhang, I would not say anything about you, and I would not feel ashamed."

"If anyone dares to insult my mother like this, I will eat her alive." Jiashan said, "Do you think I should just swallow my anger and let my mother be scolded?"

"So, don't think your mother will disapprove of what you do," Jiashan said. "She will be very pleased."

"She has such a good son. He is handsome, has a bright future, and is loyal and righteous." Jiashan put away the ointment and motioned Zhan Yue to take it back and apply it himself. A smile spread across her lips, "If she could watch you grow up safely, she would be so happy."

Jiashan's voice was gentle, and her pink lips opened and closed like a small clam. The skin on her cheeks was white as jade, just like freshly boiled milk.

Zhan Yue looked at her and asked, "Really?"

Jiashan said, “Yes.”

She tilted her head slightly, and her whole body seemed to be covered in a soft glow.

Zhan Yue looked at it, his Adam's apple tightened unconsciously, he suddenly retracted his five fingers, pursed his lips and said: "I think--"

"Hmm?" Seeing Zhan Yue stop talking again, Jia Shan frowned, looked at his delicate and beautiful eyebrows, and said softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhan Yue turned his head away, no longer looking at Jiashan, and said nothing.

Jia Shan couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about? You're hesitant to say it, aren't you deliberately trying to tease me into asking you?"

She stuffed the ointment into Zhan Yue's hand and snorted, "I'll give you one more chance. If you don't tell me, I really won't ask."

Zhan Yue moved his lips, slowly closed his eyes, and used a little force with one hand to tightly grasp Jia Shan's hand, which he had not yet withdrawn. He gently kneaded Jia Shan's palm and said in a hoarse voice: "I want to... kiss you."

Jiashan couldn't help but pause.

In a moment, a beautiful blush appeared on Jiashan's cheeks, and her long eyelashes trembled constantly. But her whole body seemed to be trapped in a soft cloud.

She wanted to pull her hand out of Zhan Yue's palm. She said in a muffled voice, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhan Yue seemed not to hear him. He used his index finger to gently draw a line on Jia Shan's palm. His eyes were dark and clear: "Thank you for helping me apply the medicine today."

"It should be." Jiashan said.

As she spoke, she glared at him again: "But is this considered repaying kindness with enmity?"

Zhan Yue smiled, and Jia Shan's cheeks became redder and redder under his chuckle. He said, "Not really."

"Calculate--"

"Return a favor."

Zhan Yue stood up slowly. He released Jia Shan's fingers, but in a flash, he half leaned over and gently kissed Jia Shan on the forehead.

Zhan Yue's lips were slightly cool, and the shape of his upper and lower lips was warm and beautiful, which instantly penetrated through his skin and suddenly engraved on Jiashan's heart. A tender bud sprouted silently in Jiashan's heart.

She was stunned by this light kiss and took a few steps back. If Zhan Yue hadn't gently supported her waist, she would have bumped into the glass vase in the corner.

Zhan Yue's hand touched Jia Shan's waist and then withdrew. The princess's waist was slender and soft, poking directly at his heart.

Her tiny shadow was reflected in his pupils, and he said, "Be careful."

Jiashan managed to stand still and quickly pushed him away. She said, "You are making a fuss!"

"If I had known this would happen, I would have ignored you." Jiashan clenched her fingers in her sleeves, her face flushed as bright red as a branch of flowers.

Jiashan said, "Just let you die in pain."

Zhan Yue looked at Jiashan with a smile and said, "Don't say that."

"Actually, I just lied to you." Zhan Yue showed her his half-injured face. He suddenly became breathless and groaned, "It hurts."

Jiashan didn't even look at him, and pushed him away. Her face was burning: "If it hurts, go back and apply medicine yourself."

Zhan Yue's eyes were deep, and he nodded obediently: "Oh."

"Then I'll leave." Zhan Yue said in a low voice.

Jiashan frowned again.

Seeing Zhan Yue's lonely back, she said in a daze: "Wait."

Zhan Yue stopped in his tracks immediately. He turned around, revealing half of his slender neck. "What?"

"I didn't even take the ointment." Jiashan handed him the ointment that he had left on the table, and Zhan Yue took it.

Jiashan paused, biting her lip with her white teeth, and squeezed out a softness from her hard tone: "I calculated that you are on duty on New Year's Eve. If you are not busy, let's stay up together."

Zhan Yue silently raised his lips and looked down at her. Seeing her red lips move, his chest rose and fell unconsciously. He said with a smile: "Okay."