Chapter 50 "Ugh, don't you dare seduce me!"...
A mocking voice came from above: "Is it that difficult?"
Yan Jiarou looked up at him, her eyes misty with tears, and gently bit her lip, saying, "I... Xiao Wenqi... this is much more difficult than you imagine. Can you give me a little more time?"
She had liked Xiao Jue for ten years. She had told him since she was a child that she would marry him when she grew up. Liking him had almost become a habit.
She considered herself not to be a fickle person, but for some reason, even though she clearly liked Xiao Jue, she was completely unable to resist Xiao Che.
She had always thought she hated Xiao Che, but recently Xiao Che had been going along with her a little and was willing to treat her kindly, so she couldn't hate him at all.
She had to admit that this was the way she truly longed to be with Xiao Che.
She also wanted to see him smile at her and say sweet things to her affectionately.
Instead of listening to his cold words to her.
She never wanted him to truly hate her; in fact, she secretly longed for his affection and his gaze.
But what exactly were her feelings for Xiao Che?
She does like Xiao Che, but she prefers to define that liking as brotherly and sisterly affection.
Because of her romantic feelings for Xiao Jue, she had already given herself to him and promised to marry him! If she were to fall in love with Xiao Che as well... no, how could she love two people at the same time?
But as Xiao Che said, their interactions during this period had clearly crossed the line.
How should she define her relationship with Xiao Che?
Her mind was in complete turmoil, and she couldn't figure out her feelings at all.
She didn't think she had romantic feelings for Xiao Che, but she was clearly becoming more and more addicted to this undefined relationship with him during this time.
All she knew was that she couldn't live without him; he was her cure.
Perhaps it was her strange illness at work, or perhaps it was the innate ability of the people of Lanling to bewitch others... Now, she was completely inseparable from him.
But should we choose Xiao Che?
Doesn't this confirm that she is an ungrateful, fickle, and promiscuous person?
This is completely contrary to the moral education she received from childhood.
Her upbringing and principles of conduct did not allow her to be such a despicable person, blinded by beauty and ungrateful.
How could she do this to Xiao Jue?
She simply couldn't face herself like this.
Moreover, if she chose Xiao Che, how would she face Xiao Jue, and how would she bring it up to him?
She simply couldn't do it.
She didn't want to be a villain, she was afraid of bearing a bad reputation, and she was afraid of being tormented by her own conscience.
For now, she doesn't seem to have the courage to betray her own principles and Xiao Jue for Xiao Che's sake.
Therefore, she needs some time, she needs Xiao Che to give her some time.
Xiao Che frowned, looking displeased: "What? You've been all lovey-dovey with him for ten or eight years now. Do you expect me to wait another ten or eight years?"
“It’s different. I’ve liked him for ten years…” Yan Jiarou wrapped her arms around his neck again and said carefully, “But you and I have only been together for a month…”
She looked at him, slowly pressing her cheek against his, nuzzling him pleadingly: "So Xiao Che, can you give me a little more time? Don't force me, okay?"
It was rare for Yan Jiarou to be so proactive in trying to please him, and no matter how much dissatisfaction he had, he couldn't bear to show it now.
Xiao Che let out a frustrated sigh.
He didn't push her away after all.
Yan Jiarou sensed his softening attitude and took the opportunity to call out to him in a fuzzy voice, "Third brother... is... is it okay?"
As she spoke, she tentatively tapped the skin on the side of his neck.
Xiao Che did not turn his head this time.
Yan Jiarou was secretly delighted, knowing that Xiao Che had agreed. He was indeed easily swayed by gentle persuasion and not by force.
She then wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders even more brazenly, pressing her whole body against him. With a slight clench of her teeth, the tempting blood flowed into her throat through her mouth. The taste of the blood was so wonderful that every inch of her body's meridians and blood vessels eagerly felt it, accepted it, and merged with it completely.
A tingling, numbing sensation surged through my limbs and bones, making my very soul tremble.
She was sucking eagerly, in the middle of the act, when Xiao Che suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her away.
Yan Jiarou whimpered, reluctantly licking the remaining blood from her lips. Her face showed a mixture of displeasure and confusion at being interrupted. She blinked, looking at him with a wronged expression: "Xiao Wenqi...you...what are you doing..."
Xiao Che said lazily, "What's the rush? I'm yours anyway. I'm right here, I can't run away. If you want my blood, you're welcome anytime. But right now, I have something to tell you."
Yan Jiarou said coquettishly, "Can't we talk about it later?" As she spoke, she tried to move closer.
“No,” Xiao Che said, pressing against her shoulder and curving his lips. “I think it would be more effective to say it now.”
Yan Jiarou couldn't wait any longer and said, "Then...then you tell me..."
Xiao Che glanced at her and said calmly, "I've thought about it. I can give you some time, but you have to promise me one thing first."
"You...you said..."
Xiao Che looked at her and said, word by word, "I want you to never see Xiao Jue again before you make your choice."
Yan Jiarou's eyes widened: "Wh...what?"
"I can't see Xiao Jue? But... but he's my second brother! If he comes looking for me... how can I not see him?"
"That's your own business, Your Highness. If you don't want to see someone, you can always find a way to avoid it."
She could certainly make excuses... but... but wouldn't that be too hurtful? Xiao Jue would definitely notice that she was deliberately avoiding him, and he would be sad. She wasn't really capable of doing something so heartless.
Xiao Che saw her struggle and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, again and again, as if tapping on her heart.
Yan Jiarou swallowed nervously, "Xiao... Xiao Che..."
Xiao Che suddenly stopped what he was doing, the knocking stopped abruptly, and he sneered, "Royal sister, I have already made concessions. If you are still unwilling, then—I will not play along."
As he spoke, he made a move to push her away and get up.
Seeing this, Yan Jiarou quickly hugged him tightly, coaxing him sweetly, "No... Third Brother, I didn't say I wouldn't agree..."
Xiao Che pinched her chin and slowly stroked it: "So you mean, you've agreed to be with me?"
Yan Jiarou met his burning gaze and, caught in a dilemma, had no choice but to nod, saying resentfully, "I promise you."
She felt that Xiao Che was doing it on purpose. She had just tasted a little blood, but she wasn't satisfied yet and was in the middle of her excitement. How could she stop at this moment? But he had to stop her at this time and ask her this question, because he was sure that she wouldn't refuse at this moment.
Well, what can he do when she needs his help? He's already made an concession once, and if she doesn't agree again, she might completely anger him, so this is the only option.
There's nothing we can do about it.
Since there was nothing she could do, she couldn't blame her, and her mood immediately lightened considerably.
Because she needed a reason, a justifiable reason, so that she could avoid seeing Xiao Jue.
She didn't really want to see him. Recently, he seemed to have noticed something was wrong and kept pressing her, questioning whether she had changed her mind, and using their past vows, promises, and favors to blackmail her.
It seemed that if she couldn't keep her promise to him, she would be letting down everyone, letting down him, letting down her father's teachings, and violating moral and ethical norms. She would be indulging in beauty, betraying true love, and would be condemned by everyone. She felt so tired.
She knew she shouldn't think like that, that would be too heartless, but she just couldn't help wanting to escape.
Perhaps, she was also feeling guilty.
The debts of gratitude and promises weighed on her so heavily that she could hardly breathe.
At this moment, all she wanted was to stay by Xiao Che's side and not think about those troublesome things.
She now understood why those monarchs, despite knowing that beautiful women could bring disaster, still showered them with favor. It was simply because some things, though they knew were wrong, were still hard to resist indulging in.
The reason why a woman is called a femme fatale is because she is so alluring that she makes people unable to control themselves and become infatuated.
Yan Jiarou now realizes that trouble can be caused by either men or women.
She looked at Xiao Che, thinking that since she had already agreed, why pretend to be unwilling? Doing so would only make him happier and cost her more benefits. So she composed herself, smiled, cupped his face, and kissed him, saying—
"Okay, okay, I promise you, don't be upset, alright? I love seeing you smile, it's so beautiful, brother, smile for me."
Xiao Che smiled brightly, like spring snow melting and the first rays of sunlight appearing: "Since you've agreed, you can't go back on your word."
"No... I won't go back on my word..." Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, but for some reason, she suddenly felt annoyed and pretended to hit him: "You're so annoying, don't you dare seduce me."
Xiao Che was taken aback, then smiled knowingly: "Is this what you call seduction?"
"Baby, this is nothing!"
"I've never tried the word 'seduce' on you before. What, do you want to see it?"
He leaned close to her ear and gently licked her earlobe, his tone ambiguous: "We have a long future ahead of us. You haven't yet experienced my skills. In the future, I'll make sure you experience ecstasy and death."
Yan Jiarou felt like she was on fire, her face burning hot, and she stammered, "You... what nonsense are you talking about..."
Xiao Che looked at her, his smile widening.
He stroked her face, kissed her forehead, and suddenly sighed, "Yan Yan, if only you could always be this good."
Yan Jiarou puffed out her cheeks and mumbled softly, "I...I will..."
As she spoke, she gently swayed the arm around his neck, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him: "Since I was so good today, will I get a reward?"
Xiao Che smiled casually, leaned back in his armchair, and said with an air of smug satisfaction, "Come on."
"I told you, I'm yours, you can do whatever you want to me."
The words "I am yours" greatly stimulated Yan Jiarou, as if she had signed some kind of contract, Xiao Che belonged only to her, completely and utterly to her.
He never showed any affection to other women; he only treated her this way.
This realization made her heart pound.
She swallowed hard, the restlessness within her returning. She quickly leaned against Xiao Che's neck and eagerly began to suck the blood from his wound.
Xiao Che winced in pain, hissing softly, but then chuckled and stroked the back of her round head: "Sweetheart, take it easy."
He spoke with a seductive tone, lazily adding, "Nobody's going to take it from you anyway."
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