Chapter 38 From now on, every time you taste my blood...
Yan Jiarou was originally holding him in a daze, her consciousness already scattered, but after hearing these words, she suddenly jolted awake and became mostly clear-headed.
Good heavens, what did she do...? She really tricked Xiao Che into coming here to have his blood drawn...
And it was successful.
Xiao Che never once refused or resisted.
She didn't know whether she should be happy about it or not...
However, what's done is done, there's no turning back now, and all we can do is face it.
She stiffly pulled away from Xiao Che's embrace, realizing that her clothes were thin and her gauze skirt, soaked with sweat, clung to her body, clearly outlining her figure. Her face flushed, and she quickly grabbed the silk quilt beside her and put it back on.
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow slightly, leaning lazily against the headboard, looking at her with interest: "What's wrong, hmm?"
"I……"
Xiao Che reached out and ruffled her hair, coaxing her gently, "Royal sister, is there something you want to tell me?"
Yan Jiarou shrank back like a quail. After a struggle with herself, she finally mustered up her courage, looked up to meet his gaze, and nodded, saying, "You must want to know why I... did that to you today... Actually, I had no choice. You know, Xiao Wenqi, I have a strange illness."
"It all started with that hunting trip at Mount Li..."
Then he explained the whole story to him, from beginning to end.
Finally, she looked at him with a pitiful expression and said, "So those times before, I didn't mean to tease you. I just had an episode and couldn't control myself..."
Xiao Che wiped away the tear stains at the corners of her eyes with his thumb, his brows furrowing deeply: "Are you in a lot of pain?"
Yan Jiarou looked at him blankly, confused, and asked, "Huh?"
"Is that strange illness very uncomfortable when it flares up?"
Of course...
Yan Jiarou nodded hurriedly, her nose bright red, her nostrils flaring slightly, and her eyes red as she looked at him pitifully, her expression aggrieved and distressed: "It hurts so much, it feels like a million ants are crawling and gnawing on my body... I've never felt so uncomfortable in my entire life..."
Xiao Che felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart tightly, twisting it into a knot, the pain indescribable. He took a deep breath, barely managing to control his surging emotions, and asked her, "Then why didn't you tell me sooner?" "Ah? I..." Yan Jiarou said timidly, "I was afraid you would laugh at me... You've never liked me, I was afraid that not only would you not help me, but you would also kick me when I'm down, using my weaknesses to bully me, so... I really had no other choice today..."
"Who told you I didn't..." Xiao Che sighed irritably, "Fine, you're just a clueless little fool."
"Speaking of which," he looked at her, a sudden surge of anger rising in his chest, and he gave a half-smile, half-smile, "So this is how you think of me, is that it?"
Yan Jiarou looked at him, involuntarily swallowing hard. Perhaps sensing danger, she unconsciously took a step back: "You... what do you want to do..."
The more she tried to back away, the more he chased after her, refusing to let her go.
Unfortunately, the space between the beds was so small that she soon found herself cornered with nowhere to retreat.
Xiao Che slowly moved closer to her, lazily lifting his eyelids: "Didn't you say that I only ever bully people?"
"Since my royal sister has put it that way, if I don't do something, wouldn't I be letting down the person you've put this hat on me?"
“Besides…” He reached out and twirled a strand of her hair, bringing it to his nose to sniff: “You used my blood, so it’s only right and proper that you should pay me back, isn’t it?”
"Besides, you were so sure I wouldn't help you. We're like siblings, yet you think of me as so heartless and heartless as to leave someone to die."
"But now that I've let you take my blood, I've helped you. What, you've misunderstood me, brother? You haven't even offered an apology. Is this how you treat your brother, sister?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback. Xiao Che rarely used his status as her brother to pressure her, but when he did, he left her speechless.
It was indeed her fault for doing this, but Xiao Che might not be as bad as she thought.
Faced with his repeated questioning, she was indeed unable to refute him.
He finally apologized hesitantly: "I...I'm sorry..."
"Sorry?" Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, clearly dissatisfied with her apology: "Royal sister, after tasting so much of my blood, do you think you can just dismiss me with these three flimsy words, 'I'm sorry'?"
"Then... then what do you want?"
Xiao Che's fingers traced her neck, that slender, white section; his fingertips rested on it, and he could faintly feel her throbbing pulse: "What do you think?"
Yan Jiarou stared at him blankly, then suddenly seemed to realize something, her shoulders hunching in surprise: "You... what exactly do you want to do?"
An apology wasn't enough; his implication was clearly that he wanted more.
So what does he want...?
She bit his neck and sucked his blood. Would he want to retaliate in kind?
It must be said that this is indeed the fairest way.
But... but she's most afraid of pain, and most afraid of bleeding...
Yan Jiarou's nostrils twitched slightly, her beautiful eyes gradually welled up with tears, and she looked at him mistily, softly calling out, "Third Brother..."
He was trying to awaken the already scarce sibling affection in him.
Xiao Che pressed down on her, his nose lightly inhaling her neck, his breath following hers, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Yan Yan, it's no use being coquettish."
This means they absolutely refuse to let her go.
Well, it's all her fault after all. She should repay him whatever she owes him, and that would be a clean break.
Thinking this, he stopped struggling, simply closed his eyes, raised his neck, and adopted a look of resignation: "You...you come on..."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, a playful smile on his face: "Is my royal sister inviting me?"
His breath drew closer to hers, his nose lightly brushing against the side of her neck, sending a slight tickle through her: "Since my royal sister is so kind as to accept, then I shall not refuse."
With her eyes closed, her senses were amplified. Yan Jiarou clearly felt his lips on her neck, a cool touch, but his breath was distinctly hot. The heat gradually spread to her. Perhaps because she had tasted his blood and had a blood connection with him, she was particularly sensitive to his breath.
Her heart began to pound uncontrollably, she could even feel her blood flow suddenly increase, a heat gradually rose up her body, and her breathing became rapid.
She was clearly nervous.
She didn't know if it was because she was afraid he would bite her neck to draw blood, or... simply because of his proximity.
There were only the two of them in the room, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. In such a tranquil atmosphere, even their rapid breathing seemed particularly abrupt.
She could only bite her lip tightly and hold her breath.
She could feel Xiao Che was extremely close to her, his teeth even lightly touching the side of her neck. Her heart was in her throat, but when she turned her head, he deliberately didn't bite.
This back and forth several times left her feeling very uneasy.
It was the same kind of trick he always used to tease her.
He cruelly bullied her, enjoying her false alarm and subsequent angry expression.
The heat rose, and beads of sweat on her forehead gradually gathered, about to drip down, when Xiao Che suddenly leaned close to her ear, his hot, ticklish breath brushing against her earlobe: "Royal sister, are you ready?"
Yan Jiarou let out a sob and simply nodded.
A soft laugh came from the side.
The expected pain did not come.
Xiao Che's unique aura enveloped her, and just a moment ago he was gnawing at her neck, ready to draw her blood at any moment, but the next moment he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck, his lips tracing the side of her neck before fiercely kissing her lips.
Yan Jiarou's eyes widened suddenly!
Xiao Che is... kissing her?!
Caught off guard, she didn't react for a moment and just stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to resist.
He then allowed Xiao Che's tongue to pry open her pearly teeth, venturing deep inside and wantonly stirring her soft mouth, stealing the already thin air from her mouth.
He traced the outline of her lips, licked her lips, and exchanged saliva with her. For a moment, only the ambiguous sound of water filled the room.
Perhaps because she had truly tasted Xiao Che's blood and their bloodlines had intertwined, her body instinctively responded to his aura, and her remaining rationality barely prevented her from being moved by it.
Her body had already gone limp from the kisses, and her occasional struggles, with their weak and feeble force, seemed more like flirting.
Xiao Che pinched her chin with his thumb and gently lifted it, forcing her to endure a deep kiss that was almost suffocating.
When the kiss ended, Yan Jiarou almost collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted.
Only a pair of watery eyes stared at him with a sorrowful and confused look, as if making a silent accusation.
Xiao Che lightly brushed his thumb across his lips, savoring the long kiss he had just experienced.
"You don't think I want to take your blood, do you, my sister?"
He embraced her from behind, rested his chin on the side of her neck, gently rubbed his cheek, and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I'm not a dog."
Yan Jiarou was still nestled in his arms. Hearing this, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said weakly, "Who...who are you cursing..."
"I'm not insulting you," Xiao Che took her hand, his fingers slowly slipping between hers to intertwine with hers, and kissed her fingertips. "My sister was born in the Year of the Rabbit, wasn't she?"
With a smile on his lips, he called her, "Little Rabbit."
His other thumb caressed her lips, which were already swollen from his kisses, glistening with moisture, making them even more alluring.
He smiled and whispered in her ear, "This is the reward I wanted."
“Royal sister, I never do business that loses money.”
"From now on, every time you taste my blood, you will have to pay this price, understand?"
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