133 · Chapter 133
Yan Jiarou naturally dared not disobey him now. Enduring the shame, she whispered as softly as a mosquito's buzz, "I want...I want to be with you, brother..."
Xiao Che scoffed.
His slender fingers caressed the side of her face; the cool touch felt like a venomous snake slithering across her, chilling and dangerous.
He just looked at her coldly, his brows and eyes filled with a frosty chill. Just moments ago, his fingers had been inside her body, so intimately that for a fleeting instant, she felt as if she had returned to the past.
But at this moment, there was not a trace of emotion on his face. After a moment, he coldly commented, "Shameless."
Yan Jiarou's face suddenly lost all color.
Overwhelmed by lust, her flushed face gradually turned pale.
Now that things have come to this, what is there that she still doesn't understand?
He was just taking revenge on her and humiliating her.
However, she had nothing to complain about; it was all her own fault. If doing this made him feel good, she was willing to be humiliated by him.
Being treated like this still made her feel sad, especially considering how good Xiao Che had been to her before. The contrast made her even sadder.
Her eyelashes were lowered, her eyes were misty with tears, and she bit her lip tightly, trying her best not to make a sound.
He said lazily, "Are you going to cry again?"
"You're going to cry just because I said 'shameless'? What, am I wrong?"
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Speak up. Are you mute?"
Yan Jiarou's chest heaved slightly as she forced back her tears, and she was compelled to answer in accordance with his wishes: "...Yes."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow: "Since you're right, then why are you crying?"
"I...I didn't cry."
"Your tears are practically dripping onto my hands, and you still haven't cried? My dear sister, you don't think that just because you don't cry out loud, you haven't cried, do you?"
He frowned as he scrutinized her, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips: "Tsk, you've really lost a lot of weight. You look even more pitiful when you cry, it makes one's heart ache."
“But what can we do, my royal sister?” His voice suddenly turned cold and deep: “I’m no longer buying your act.”
As she spoke, her hand slowly moved downwards, following the seam of her nightgown, skillfully unbuttoning it behind her back, and then...
The girl's breathing became uncontrollable again... (delete all...), and she pitifully called out to him, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
White, greasy liquid seeped out from between her fingers, trembling slightly.
"Tsk, it's overflowing." Xiao Che curled his lips. "Your face has gotten quite thin, but why are there still so many mouthfuls here, hmm?"
The girl's unfocused gaze was forced to focus, and a blush gradually crept onto her fair cheeks. Her thick eyelashes trembled wildly, like butterfly wings fluttering on a branch: "I...I don't know..."
"Don't know?" He carelessly kneaded her plump, smooth mouth, and said slowly, "Then let me tell you."
"Because you were born with this kind of physique, and this part of you is shaped like this, as if you were born to seduce me. Especially after I repeatedly kneaded and squeezed it, it naturally became bigger and bigger... Actually, you really like it when I treat you like this. You feel uncomfortable if I don't knead and squeeze it for a day, don't you, hmm?"
Yan Jiarou looked at him with red eyes, her lips trembling as she wanted to object, but ultimately dared not, afraid of angering him, afraid of upsetting him, so she could only obediently say, "Yes..."
Xiao Che chuckled.
His eyes suddenly darkened, and he gripped her wrist tightly, almost interrogating her fiercely, "Then why... why did you go to the Great Ci'en Temple? You wanted to leave me so badly? You were so eager to leave the palace because there was no one left in this palace you cherished? You hated that it wasn't Xiao Jue who ascended the throne, that you couldn't be with him forever, so you simply left, wasn't that it?"
Yan Jiarou was terrified by his fierce expression and could only stare at him blankly, stammering, "Wh...what..."
"Want to leave the palace and go to a Buddhist temple to practice asceticism while still keeping your hair? Ha, how do you plan to go looking like that, hmm?"
He stared intently at her, like a hawk eyeing its prey.
The hot breath burned her neck.
When he looked at her, his eyes were filled with a mixture of love and hate, which eventually turned into an almost pathological obsession and an intense, unyielding possessiveness.
She is his; she was his lover before, and now she is his enemy. Regardless of her status, she is ultimately his.
They were destined to share a bed in life, and to share a grave in death.
She could only stay by his side and couldn't go anywhere else.
She owed him, she had taken half of his blood, and she had stabbed him. Now that the debt was not yet paid off, how could she escape?
He is now the emperor, and all the land under heaven belongs to him; where can she possibly escape to?
She should stay by his side and suffer his torment every day in order to atone for her sins.
He stroked her cheek, his eyebrow twitching almost imperceptibly, then suddenly chuckled very softly: "A life of seclusion, practicing Buddhism with hair still intact? Does Buddha know of your lustful desires and shamelessness?"
"With a body like yours, you can't live without me. How can you be a nun?"
"Do you think that just because your strange illness is cured, you can grow up and leave me?"
"Just a touch to your front and you're already spitting out water so impatiently. My dear sister, your body is much more sensible than you think."
"I personally trained you. Even if your heart can forget me, your body can't. You'll never leave me for the rest of your life..."
He pinched her cheek, enduring the pain, and said, "Tell me, have you realized it now? Are you still going to become a nun at the Great Ci'en Temple?"
Yan Jiarou shook her head, looking at him with teary eyes: "I'm not going."
Despite how cruelly he is bullying her now, her eyes still shine when she looks at him.
Xiao Che was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to agree so readily. The grip on his hand loosened, and his palm slid down to her chest: "You..."
She took his hand in her hands, pressed it against her face, and gently stroked it: "I thought before that you wouldn't want to see me stay in the palace, as it might bring back painful memories. I also wanted to atone for my sins and pray for you, which is why I had the idea of leaving the palace... But if you don't want me to leave, then I won't. In short, I'll do whatever you want. Xiao Che, don't be unhappy."
Perhaps the aftereffects of the wine were kicking in, Xiao Che's head began to spin, his Adam's apple bobbed, and before he could say anything, he collapsed towards her.
His gaze shifted downwards, and he saw that she was holding him tightly around the waist.
Great, not only did they use his arm as a pillow, but they also used his whole body as a body pillow.
She clung to him like a koala, and he couldn't even get up.
He frowned, raised his hand and patted her face: "Wei, wake up."
The little girl was forcibly woken from her sleep. Her head was still a little foggy. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and managed to utter a single syllable: "Ugh..."
But when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he suddenly woke up: "Brother... Your Majesty... you're awake?"
Xiao Che frowned: "Let go of me now, get out of my way."
"Oh...I'll be right away..."
As she spoke, she immediately released her hands from his waist and tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, she felt something pressing against her below. She instantly realized what it was, and her snow-white face flushed crimson. She stammered, "Your Majesty, your..."
He sensed Yan Jiarou's movement almost immediately.
He was already at the age of youthful vigor, and that silly girl Yan Jiarou, oblivious to the danger, clung to him, her limp body seemingly boneless, fitting him perfectly. When he woke up in the morning, it was inevitable…
Xiao Che's expression froze, and a rare look of frustration appeared on his handsome face.
Seeing his strange expression, Yan Jiarou looked at him with a clear face and comforted him tenderly, "It's okay, it's not the first time you've done this... I'm used to it, you don't need to feel uncomfortable." This was true. Whenever Xiao Che stayed overnight, he would do this when he woke up, and then roughly grope her while she was still asleep. She was always woken up by him, and when she was about to complain, he would laugh shamelessly and say, "Yan Yan is sleeping so soundly, it's not easy to wake her up. I have no choice but to wake you up like this."
"Wake him up," it really does mean exactly what it says! Yan Jiarou couldn't argue with him, so she let it go, but then she felt something was off: "...Huh? But I'm already awake... um... brother... slower..."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Sorry, Yan Yan, I suddenly remembered that I had already told the Empress Dowager yesterday that you don't need to go over to pay your respects and therefore don't need to get up early. In that case, I'll have to work a little harder to knock you out so you can get a good night's sleep."
His face was ashen, and he practically spat out the words through clenched teeth: "If you can't speak properly, shut up."
This fool, how he was before and how he is now, can they be the same? They haven't made up yet, not only have they not made up, but he even keeps saying he wants to torture her. He hasn't vented his anger yet, and he doesn't want to lose face in this kind of thing.
It was almost time, so Xiao Che ordered someone to bring his court robes from the Zichen Palace. Since it was the Chenghuan Palace and there were no palace servants to attend to him as usual, Xiao Che simply had Yan Jiarou help him change.
Unfortunately, Yan Jiarou was clumsy and didn't even know how to tie her waist sash. Just as Xiao Che was about to get angry, he suddenly remembered that he used to help her put on her clothes after they were done. She had never done it herself before. It would be strange if she knew how to help someone change clothes!
Ultimately, it was all his own fault for spoiling his child, and he couldn't blame anyone else for it. He could only take the waist sash from Yan Jiarou's hand and tie it himself with a displeased expression.
Yan Jiarou sensed his displeasure, lowered her head, twisted her fingers, and said somewhat helplessly, "I...I will study hard from now on..."
"Didn't you want to be my sibling?"
"Your status as a princess was originally obtained by your father for saving my mother's life years ago. But you took my life in the snow that day. So the debts are even."
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