Chapter 34 "Then do you know, I like..."
The man seemed quite pleased with her obedience. He pinched her chin with his fingers, leaned closer to her, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's me, my royal sister."
Yan Jiarou's heart suddenly started racing: "Why...why did you bring me here again?"
"What do you think?" Xiao Che stroked her chin, a playful glint in his eyes, and said, "Do you remember what I told you last time?"
Last time?! Yan Jiarou's eyes widened suddenly. He actually still remembered what happened last time? She thought that he had forgotten about what happened before because he had ignored her during this period.
So he still remembered everything...
Overwhelmed by shame and apprehension about the unknown, her voice trembled uncontrollably: "I...I don't remember..."
The man gave an ambiguous "Oh?" and said, "I don't remember any of it..."
The next moment, the familiar scent approached again. Xiao Che's forehead touched hers, their breaths mingling. He was almost about to kiss her, his thumb caressing her lips, gently probing inside, feeling the soft, moist flesh enveloped within: "It's alright, I have plenty of time to help you remember slowly."
Yan Jiarou finally noticed Xiao Che's unusual behavior. Her whole body trembled slightly with fear. She was afraid of what he might do to her, and even more afraid that she would lose control and do something to him. Her voice even became choked with sobs: "Xiao... Xiao Wenqi, what... what do you want to do..."
"Now you know fear?" He smiled slightly, one hand moving down to rest on her slender waist, so soft, just like her lips. He caressed her waist, then suddenly lifted her up sharply, forcing her to press her completely against him.
The soft, full breasts rubbed against his body, forcing him to sigh, "Hmm, even softer in front."
Yan Jiarou was truly terrified. The overly intimate physical contact was already making her feel like she was losing control. She feared that if this continued, once the illness struck, she would completely lose control of herself. So, she disregarded her dignity and called out to him pitifully, "Third Brother..."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, appreciating her current posture with great interest: "It seems you are truly afraid."
“But pleading won’t work, begging won’t work, calling me that won’t work either…” His hand slowly roamed up her waist: “Do you remember what I told you last time? If you dare to tease me like that again, I’ll make you cry…”
"Yes, just like that, with red eyes and a red nose, tsk, she looks even more like a little rabbit."
"If the little rabbit doesn't suffer a bit, it might not learn its lesson."
"Do you remember now, hmm?"
At this critical moment, Yan Jiarou could only go along with him. Tears welled in her eyes, her lips were slightly swollen and red, and she said tremblingly, "I...I remember..."
"What did you remember?"
"I remember I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have teased you..."
"Don't tease me about anything, tell me the whole story."
Yan Jiarou paused slightly, a hint of confusion showing in her moist eyes: "I..."
Xiao Che reached out and stroked her head gently: "You shouldn't have teased me like that when it comes to matters of the heart."
Yan Jiarou bit her lip, feeling wronged, and instinctively wanted to retort, "I...I didn't..."
"No?" Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, his breath hot as he breathed on her. "Then why did you say those things in Ren'an Hall just now?"
"Why did you tell the Empress Dowager that I don't like Wang Ruoying? How do you know I don't like her?"
"I...I just knew..."
Xiao Che paused, gently stroking her soft cheek with his hand: "Oh? You know?"
"What do you know? You're clearly just a clueless little fool."
"I'm not!" Yan Jiarou looked up, meeting his gaze defiantly. "You just don't like her. If you did, why would you help me bully her?"
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes darkened slightly: "Yes, you're right, I don't like her."
He stared at her intently, then suddenly asked softly, "Do you know who I like?"
Yan Jiarou paused for a moment, a look of confusion appearing in her eyes. It was clear that she had thought about it for a while, but in the end she shook her head.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Xiao Che's lips.
However, the self-deprecating smile quickly faded, and he looked at her meaningfully.
"It's okay, because you'll find out soon enough."
——
Yan Jiarou's eyes showed even more confusion, but soon she didn't have time to investigate further.
Xiao Che's hand slowly moved upwards along her slender waist, sending shivers down her spine wherever it touched: "Xiao... Xiao Wenqi..."
“I’m here,” Xiao Che rested his chin on her shoulder and neck, gently nuzzling her, his tone unusually tender and affectionate: “So, my dear sister, have you thought about how to explain this, hmm?”
His hand stopped just below her ribs; if it moved an inch higher, it would reach her full, rounded breasts.
It barely stopped there, which seemed more like a threat.
If she still can't answer, he can't guarantee what he'll do to her.
Yan Jiarou was truly frightened this time. She had known Xiao Che for over a decade, and no matter how much he had bullied her before, he had never bullied her in this way.
This version of Xiao Che was so unfamiliar that it frightened her, and she couldn't help but sob, "Explain...explain what..."
"What are you trying to explain?"
"Royal sister, why are you so against my marriage? Why can't I marry someone else? If I can't marry someone else, then tell me, who should I marry, hmm?"
Yan Jiarou almost cried as she said, "I...I don't know..."
Xiao Che raised his eyebrows and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingers. When he spoke, his tone was still uncompromising: "Don't know? Royal sister, how come you don't know anything? Unfortunately, today is not a day you can easily get away with saying 'I don't know.' If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, then I will assume that everything you did before was a way of expressing your love for me."
He looked at Yan Jiarou and said, slowly and deliberately, "What I mean is—you like me."
"Since we are mutually in love, we can naturally do what people who are mutually in love should do."
Perhaps it was because Xiao Che was acting too strangely tonight that she was in a state of mental turmoil. In addition, his closeness aroused her unspeakable addiction. Her last bit of rationality was struggling against her body's instincts. She was already exhausted and her mind was not clear.
She felt as if she had fallen into a deep lake, with the surrounding waters rushing in and submerging her mouth and nose. She could see and hear nothing.
His mind was a complete blank, and he could only mutter, "Mutual affection, what does that... mean..."
Isn't it true that mutual affection requires two people to like each other? Right now, Xiao Che mistakenly believes that she likes him, so... that can only be one-sided. How can it be considered mutual affection?
Xiao Che looked at her deeply, then suddenly smiled: "Silly girl," he pinched her plump cheek, his Adam's apple bobbing: "It means, I like you too."
A sudden bang filled my mind, like fireworks bursting across the sky during the Lantern Festival.
A dazzling, mesmerizing scene unfolded before her eyes, leaving her momentarily stunned and bewildered.
Does Xiao Che like her?
How could that be?
He should hate her the most...
She was clearly caught off guard by those words, completely stunned, and even suspected that she was hallucinating due to her mental instability.
However, at this moment, the blood flow in his body accelerated exponentially, like a river bursting its banks, gushing and rushing down.
My breathing became slightly sluggish.
The body seemed to have gained its own consciousness, cheering, encouraging, and celebrating—for Xiao Che's love words.
She felt something in the darkness controlling her body, making her involuntarily want to get closer to Xiao Che, to feel his breath, his warmth, and everything about him...
Her reason was crumbling. She gripped Xiao Che's arm tightly, her nails digging deep, then slowly loosened her grip, pushing him away. With almost all her strength, she squeezed out each word through clenched teeth: "Let me... go."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, clearly unaware of her unusual behavior. He tightened his grip on her cheek and said, "Has my younger sister forgotten what I said last time?"
He chuckled and breathed into her ear, "I told you, you won't be so lucky next time."
"I will not let you leave without a reasonable explanation, my royal sister."
"This time, crying won't do you any good."
His hand slowly moved down her waistline, stopping at her lower back, and he said meaningfully, "I don't mind making you cry even harder."
He had warned her before, but she hadn't taken it seriously. If he didn't scare her properly today, how could he teach her a lesson?
Yan Jiarou's heart was beating faster and faster, her head was spinning, and her body was on the verge of losing control.
Xiao Che's implication was that he would not let her go no matter what...
If this continues, she won't be able to hold on for long... things will likely get out of control...
What should she do...? What should she do...?
Xiao Che couldn't help her at all; he knew nothing! He would only add fuel to the fire, tempting her from the sidelines, even though that wasn't his intention.
It seems that only by saving ourselves can we break this deadlock.
Thinking this, she relied on her last bit of willpower, gathered all her strength, and raised her hand to slap him hard.
The sharp crack sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet night.
She was delirious at the time, and having used all her strength, the slap was out of control, causing Xiao Che to turn his face slightly to the side.
He seemed to be taken aback for a moment as well.
She intended to slap them to wake them both up, but the subsequent events far exceeded her expectations.
Under the frosty moonlight, Xiao Che slowly turned his face.
His face was as smooth as jade, and a drop of blood, as red as cinnabar, slowly seeped from the corner of his lips.
He suddenly chuckled, his handsome features bordering on arrogance, and the bright red lipstick accentuated his alluring charm.
Yan Jiarou swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the bloodstains at the corner of his lips, and suddenly felt extremely thirsty.
The taut string in my mind finally snapped abruptly.
Xiao Che, however, remained oblivious and continued to tease her as usual: "You hit me again?"
He touched his cheek with his finger, hissed, and said with a half-smile, "Royal sister, this habit of hitting people isn't very good."
“I’ll let it go this time, but if you do this to me again next time,” he raised an eyebrow slightly and said, half-jokingly, “you hit me once, and I’ll kiss you once, the kind of kiss that makes you cry.”
After speaking, he finally noticed that Yan Jiarou's expression was strange. Seeing that she was staring straight at him, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips: "What's wrong? Were you frightened by what I said..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Che suddenly fell silent.
The words that were not yet spoken were forever stuck in Yan Jiarou's throat.
Xiao Che stared blankly at the scene before him, as if frozen in place. At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
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