Chapter 10 Chapter 10 She suddenly felt very thirsty.
"I……"
As soon as Yan Jiarou opened her mouth, a broken moan escaped her lips, and she quickly bit her lip.
She was awakened by a strange sensation that suddenly arose in her body.
Starting from the wound, it gradually spread to every part of the body, as if millions of ants were crawling around, stirring up a strange and secretive itch and restlessness.
Her eyes gradually became misty and moist, with a faint red tinge at the corners. Her mind was a complete blank. Her chin rested on Xiao Che's shoulder, her head tilted to the side, and her lips unconsciously brushed against the side of his neck.
Xiao Che paused slightly, then turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"
"I...I feel terrible..."
"Feeling unwell?"
Her voice was already soft, but now it carried a faint sob, like a plaintive lament, or perhaps a plea for help, like a kitten scratching at your heart: "Itchy...it hurts..."
"Itchy? The wound is itchy?" Xiao Che frowned and muttered, "Strange, I was just bitten by a fox, the wound should hurt, why is it itchy instead? Could that fox really be strange?"
He had heard that some wild animals could be infected by plague or some strange disease, and that being bitten could also lead to infection. Yan Jiarou felt itchy in her wound, and wondered if she had been infected by some strange disease. Thinking of this, Xiao Che's expression turned cold. He had been carrying her on his back and deliberately walking slowly, but now he quickened his pace.
Well, let's meet up with them as soon as possible. Xiao Jue and the others should have brought their accompanying imperial physicians with them.
If Xiao Che were to turn around and glance at Yan Jiarou at this moment, he would know that her face was flushed and her eyes were filled with desire.
Yan Jiarou seemed to be in even more discomfort.
He kept rubbing and nuzzling against Xiao Che's back to relieve the restlessness he felt.
However, this is merely a case of drinking poison to quench thirst.
After a brief respite, an even stronger craving immediately swept over me, which I could not suppress no matter what.
But no one taught her what to do or how to completely relieve the pain.
She didn't know what was wrong with her.
She was on the verge of tears.
As her back was constantly being rubbed by soft, delicate skin, Xiao Che assumed it was because her wound was really itchy. Finally, he reminded her in a hoarse voice, "Be good, don't move around."
Yan Jiarou's thick eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her wet eyes, trying hard to regain a sliver of clarity.
But things seem to be getting worse.
From her angle, Xiao Che's profile and neck can be clearly seen.
The Lanling people's bloodline does indeed have a unique advantage in terms of physical appearance.
No wonder that Cui Lingyi, the noblewoman of the Cui family, on the one hand, as the daughter of Cui Shoujie, the leader of the Xuanlong faction, considered herself of noble status and believed that only the direct bloodline of Empress Cui was worthy of him. She looked down on Xiao Che's non-Han bloodline just like her father. On the other hand, she intentionally or unintentionally inquired about him and created chance encounters with him, just to catch a few more glances at him.
Even when they met, she never uttered any girlish words of admiration; instead, she would subtly remind him of the stain on his bloodline.
As the legitimate daughter of the most meritorious official of Lingxiao Pavilion, and from the "most prestigious family in the world," the Cui family of Boling, how could she be of such noble status and bloodline?
Nowadays, powerful clans hold sway, and even the royal family has to rely on these clans. Among the five surnames and seven prominent families, the Cui family of Boling is the most prominent.
She was indeed of noble status, but her intentions towards Xiao Che were unclear, and it was unknown what kind of complex and contradictory feelings she harbored for him.
However, no matter what she did, Xiao Che was never provoked—he wouldn't even look at her directly.
He wouldn't tease people like Cui Lingyi did with Yan Jiarou, banter with them, or laugh as he watched them get angry and act aggressively.
He treated them with complete indifference.
They wouldn't spare even the slightest bit of attention.
Therefore, they slandered him even more.
Yan Jiarou came to her senses and looked at his profile. Her gaze wandered, and she gradually felt a little dizzy.
She looked at him—
Her eyebrows and eyes were almost like something out of a painting, followed by a high, straight nose, a cool and refined jawline, and beautifully shaped, tightly pursed thin lips.
It resembles a meticulously crafted traditional Chinese painting.
Her skin, as white as fresh snow, exuded a restrained coolness, and when she didn't smile, her temperament was even colder, like frost on a snowy mountain, yet somehow it inexplicably stirred up all sorts of fantasies—what a sight it must be when such a person, with spring in their eyes, is tainted with desire.
She only knew he was good-looking before, but for the first time, she had fantasies about him.
What's wrong with her?
She should have hated him.
What exactly went wrong?
She felt that Xiao Che was more charming today than usual.
Even the faint scent of agarwood on her body, which is an extremely light incense with the effect of calming the mind and spirit, made her feel inexplicably restless and uneasy, as if insects were crawling all over her.
She finally realized what her current state resembled: like those drug addicts who desperately want to use their drugs when they have an urge, but even though the drugs are right in front of them, they don't know how to use them.
Yes, she had realized that Xiao Che was her cure.
Now, in her eyes, Xiao Che's every breath he takes has a fatal attraction for her.
What was different about him today that caused her to lose her composure like this?
She didn't have time to delve deeper; she only vaguely sensed that she desperately wanted to get something from Xiao Che. What exactly was it?
Her breathing became more rapid, her face flushed, and she looked at him with hazy eyes, softly calling his name: "Xiao Che... I... I want to..."
Xiao Che turned his head to look at her: "What?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Jiarou's actions had already exhausted him, and now, as he turned his head, his cheek unexpectedly collided with her lips.
It was incredibly soft and moist.
It carried an unusual heat.
Xiao Che glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Yan Jiarou suddenly noticed that his Adam's apple was slightly red, and... it was so big...
Xiao Che's Adam's apple seems to be larger than that of his elder brother, the Crown Prince, and Xiao Yan. Could this be another reason why the Lanling clan is different from ordinary people...?
Are there any other places where it is this big compared to others?
She let her mind wander for a while, but her gaze remained fixed on his neck, where his bright red Adam's apple stood out even more against his fair skin.
Near the Adam's apple, there are faint blue veins; if you look closely, it seems as if blood is slowly flowing inside...
Her addiction suddenly reached its peak in an instant. If before it was just insects crawling on her body, now it was insects gnawing at her. The hidden itching and restlessness surged amplified, then swept through her whole body, and finally turned into an intense craving.
She was so thirsty... she really wanted to taste something...
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