Chapter 40 Xiao Che's skin was pale and cold, without a single mark...
Perhaps because he was forced to leave her chest, he was unsatisfied and sought compensation even more between her lips and teeth.
He kissed her so passionately, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Yan Jiarou was completely overwhelmed.
He didn't release her until the person in his arms was almost kissed unconscious.
She nestled in his arms, panting heavily.
His teasing voice came from above, his tone as usual, completely unlike her disheveled state: "Yan Yan, how can you be so useless?"
“This won’t do,” he lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against the back of her ear, his thumb tracing her soft, swollen lips. He raised an eyebrow and said meaningfully, “What will you do from now on?”
"It seems I need to practice more."
Yan Jiarou slumped into his arms, feeling dizzy and weak. Her chest heaved up and down, and between her breaths, she cursed him a thousand times in her heart!
They said the payment could be made on credit, but we haven't even started to owe any money yet, and they're already paying us? How can that be?!
After she bullied her like that, can what he said really be trusted?!
——
Before leaving, Xiao Che straightened Yan Jiarou's clothes. She was spoiled and pampered and had little self-care ability. She was used to being served, so she obediently let him do as he pleased, even though the person was Xiao Che—since Xiao Che had seen everything, he simply gave up and let things take their course.
He carefully tied the straps of her bodice around the back of her neck and then draped a semi-transparent gauze over her shoulders.
Yan Jiarou looked up at him listlessly and saw that he had his eyes lowered and was very focused. She couldn't help but feel like teasing him. In a haughty tone like a young lady, she said to him, "I need to tie a bow. Xiao Wenqi, do you know how?"
Xiao Che curled his lips into a smile, his fingers twirling, and after a moment he guided her hand to the back of her neck: "Feel it?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback. Upon hearing the words "you touch it," she seemed to have a sudden thought, and her cheeks flushed red.
She thought Xiao Che was asking her to touch something.
It was just a bow...
My fingertips traced the ribbon delicately; um, the way it was tied was vaguely like a bow.
Yan Jiarou snorted lightly. After all, they were mortal enemies for many years. No matter what, she never missed an opportunity to be sarcastic: "You're so good at serving people. Why are you the Third Prince? Why don't you be my little Chezi and serve this princess personally?"
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow: "Xiao Chezi? That sounds like the name of a little eunuch."
“That won’t do,” he glanced at Yan Jiarou and said meaningfully, “Eunuchs are castrated beings. If I become a eunuch, how can I serve you personally?”
Yan Jiarou didn't react for a moment: "Wh...what..."
Xiao Che whispered in his ear, "Since you are serving me personally, we should naturally eat and sleep together."
"Sharing meals is fine, but sharing a bed... there are some things eunuchs can't do."
"If I fail to please you then, won't you blame me?"
"Royal sister, don't you think so?"
The implication is that this close service will now extend to the bed.
Yan Jiarou's face flushed red, and she stammered, "I...I don't know..."
After she finally realized what had happened, she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry again: "You bastard, Xiao Wenqi, who asked you to serve me like that!"
Xiao Che looked at her with a slight smile, seemingly in a good mood. Hearing this, he said with a somewhat innocent expression, "Didn't you say that you wanted me to serve you personally? If we're going to be personal, does that mean we can sleep in separate beds? If we're going to sleep in the same bed, does that mean we won't do anything?"
"Could it be that I misunderstood, and the personal service my royal sister is providing is not the same as what I imagined? What kind of personal service is it? Oh, I know, personal service means body to body, right?"
He then placed his hand on her slender waist, making a move to get close and press himself against her.
Yan Jiarou was so frightened that she quickly said, "No, no!"
Xiao Che: "No? Then it must be the former. Imperial sister, do you want me to serve you like that?"
The word "like that" is clearly emphasized, carrying a suggestive and suggestive meaning.
Yan Jiarou shook her head in even greater panic.
Xiao Che deliberately frowned and continued to tease her: "Which one is it? Royal sister, how can I serve you if you don't explain clearly?"
Yan Jiarou had only meant it as a friendly remark, calling him a servant and placing him below her. She hadn't expected him to tease her so repeatedly. Being young and easily embarrassed, her mind was a complete mess. With Xiao Che pressing her like this, she felt increasingly ashamed and couldn't utter a single word. She could only shake her head and cry, "Waaah, I don't know..."
"Don't you know?" Xiao Che lifted his eyelids and asked in a deliberately cold voice, "Then do you still dare to make me a eunuch?"
"Waaah, I won't do it again..."
The little girl was crying, her face streaked with tears, her thin eyelids flushed red, and glistening tears hanging precariously from her long, curled eyelashes. Even the tip of her nose was red, and she was looking at him, sobbing.
Even when she cries, she's still so adorable.
Xiao Che's heart melted, and his voice softened.
Her slender, pale fingers touched the corner of her eye, wiping away her tears: "Silly girl, why are you crying? If I really became a eunuch, you would be the one crying."
Yan Jiarou turned her head away in a huff, her eyes blurry with tears, and accused, "You only know how to bully me!"
But she was too ashamed to say anything else, since she was the one who started the conversation, and she really couldn't blame anyone else.
They really shot themselves in the foot.
She felt that ever since she took her blood and bullied Xiao Che under the pretense of demanding compensation, he had become... extremely frivolous.
Could this be his latest way of bullying me?
Yes, that must be it!
Xiao Che is the most detestable person ever!
Xiao Che had no idea what she was thinking. Hearing this, he smiled and said meaningfully, "Yes, there is no one else. I will only bully you."
——
Yan Jiarou gained nothing from Xiao Che today; instead, she was repeatedly teased by him. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and gave him the order to leave: "Alright... the blood has been drawn, you... you should go back..."
Xiao Che lazily lifted his eyes: "What, you just use it and then throw it away? My dear sister, you're so heartless."
"I don't use something and then throw it away!" Yan Jiarou said, her face flushed. "You clearly did the same to me later...you also..."
But no matter what he said after that, he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Xiao Che smiled, determined to tease her, "What did I do to you?"
"You... Xiao Wenqi, you're so annoying!"
"Alright, I won't tease you anymore." Xiao Che finally got up from the bed, straightened his cuffs, glanced back at her, and said, "Royal sister, I should go."
I've been teasing this little rabbit for quite a while today. You know, even a rabbit will bite when cornered. He can tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal.
Yan Jiarou breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing his words.
After relaxing, she leaned against the headboard and lazily looked up at Xiao Che.
The two of them had moved a bit too much just now. Not only her clothes were messed up, but Xiao Che's clothes were also disheveled. He was standing by the bed with his back to her, looking down to straighten his clothes and the leather belt around his waist.
From her angle, he looked exactly like someone who had just gotten up from her bed after making love, tidying his clothes, and preparing to leave.
After realizing what she had been thinking, Yan Jiarou felt like she was going to have a terrible time!
Ugh, it must be from reading too many fictional novels; it's ruined my brain!
What on earth is she thinking?!
Even though Xiao Che hadn't done anything to her, she just imagined it all and blushed deeply.
There is nothing more absurd than this!
She cupped her burning face in her hands and let out a frustrated sigh.
No, it's not her fault, blame Xiao Che...
People from Lanling are adept at using bewitching techniques to confuse and bewitch people.
Otherwise, why would she treat others this way, but only him...? It's clearly his problem!
Just as she was about to look away and stop being affected by him, she suddenly noticed the bite mark on the side of his neck.
Xiao Che's skin was pale and cold, and even the slightest mark was very obvious.
It was one thing to see it up close, but now that we're at a distance, it's still impossible to ignore, which is a bit of a problem.
—Since she can see it, others can too. What if this causes some trouble and makes others suspect her?
With a slight thought, she called out to Xiao Che, "Xiao Wenqi, wait—"
Xiao Che paused, turned around, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What, you don't want me to leave?"
Yan Jiarou said, embarrassed and annoyed, "No...no! I have something serious to tell you!"
Xiao Che sat down by the bed and looked at her with a slight smile: "What?"
Before she could speak, he suddenly frowned and stared at her intently with a probing look.
"Why is your face still so red after all this time?"
Yan Jiarou felt a pang of guilt upon hearing this, and to cover it up, she immediately retorted with feigned bravado, "What? It's because the weather is too hot, okay!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked up and met Xiao Che's teasing gaze. Only then did she belatedly realize that the room was not too hot, and Xiao Che's face was pale and had remained unchanged from beginning to end.
Using "it's too hot" as an excuse is not convincing; one can only stammer, "How can men and women be the same..."
Fortunately, Xiao Che did not dwell on the issue. He simply reached out and pinched her chubby cheeks, as if he couldn't bear to part with them: "My sister has too much fat on her face. When she blushes, it's very obvious. Hmm, but it feels really nice."
"What?" The little girl didn't like being told she was chubby. "I'm just young, that's why I'm a little chubby. I'll lose weight when I grow up!"
Xiao Che looked at her with affection and pinched her cheek again: "Whatever my royal sister says goes."
“It’s not a bad thing if your face is a little fuller. Apart from your face, my sister is very slender.” As she spoke, she seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes darkened, and she slowly leaned closer to her, saying in a hoarse voice, “Except for one place, you’ve gained some weight.”
"However, I like it very much."
Yan Jiarou's face flushed again. Xiao Che hadn't specified which place, but she seemed to have already guessed it.
After the initial shame, my first reaction was actually a sense of relief.
Since the sunflowers arrived, that area has been growing wildly, and now it's quite large.
She vaguely remembered that Xiao Che had told her that he didn't like women who were fat in the front... It seemed like it was during their last trip to Lishan that he told her that.
Because she couldn't make that area smaller, she really didn't know what to do if Xiao Che didn't like it being fat there.
However, when she realized what she was worried about, she was about to explode.
Has she gone mad?!
Whether Xiao Che likes her or not, what does it have to do with her?!
Why should she care!
She doesn't do *that* kind of thing with Xiao Che!
Ahhh!
This is terrible! Could it be that what Xiao Che said before was true? That reading those stories all the time will really damage your brain?
Her already not-so-bright mind seemed to have completely broken down.
Waaah.
Xiao Che reminded her of the important matter: "By the way, what did you want to say to me just now?"
She then remembered, quickly shaking her head to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts. Ignoring her flushed face, she looked up at him, gesturing towards the side of his neck with a hint of anxiety: "You... here, it's very obvious, what should we do?"
"Here?" Xiao Che followed the direction of her finger and touched the skin on the side of his neck. It hurt slightly when he touched it. He frowned and hissed, realizing that Yan Jiarou was referring to the scar she had left behind.
“It’s alright,” he comforted her. “The people of Lanling have a special constitution and won’t leave scars. Naturally, such marks will fade quickly. It might take three days for an ordinary person to fade, but for a Lanling person, it will only take one night at most. So don’t worry, the marks you left on me will disappear quickly and won’t be noticed.”
Yan Jiarou breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and patted her chest lightly: "That's great, as long as it won't be discovered... Since it won't leave a scar, I can bite harder next time without worry."
Xiao Che glanced at her: "Royal sister, I just won't be scarred, not that I won't feel pain."
"The price of not leaving scars is that people from Lanling perceive pain more than ten times that of ordinary people."
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, a rare look of guilt appearing on her face, and she seemed somewhat at a loss: "Xiao Che, I... I didn't mean that... Does it hurt a lot? I'm sorry, I... what should I do..."
In her anxiety, her face showed that she was about to cry.
She didn't know it would hurt so much. He thought that because Xiao Che didn't cry out in pain and let her do whatever she wanted, he didn't feel any pain.
“It’s alright,” Xiao Che gently stroked her cheek and comforted her softly, “If it’s you, I’m not afraid of pain, so you can do whatever you want to me. As long as it’s you, I won’t refuse whatever you want to do to me.”
Yan Jiarou stared at him blankly. His beautiful light brown pupils seemed to overflow with water as he looked at her with such tenderness and affection that it was almost enough to drown one in them.
Feeling dizzy from watching, she blurted out, "Xiao Che, you Lanling people are really useful..."
Her intention was to say that the Lanling people have a special constitution, which not only does not leave scars, but even if marks are left on them, they will quickly disappear. This race seems to be born to cater to her need for blood.
It's so useful.
But for some reason, the words came out differently.
As expected, Xiao Che looked up in surprise upon hearing this, his expression playful: "Is that so?"
He leaned slightly closer to her, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice low and husky: "The Lanling people have even more uses, my royal sister, would you like to try them?"
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