Chapter 51 "What, are you jealous?"...
After being satisfied, Yan Jiarou slumped into Xiao Che's arms like she had no bones, her whole body weak and limp, without even the strength to move a finger.
She needed to rest for a while, until the lingering sensation in her body subsided, before she could leave.
At that moment, she leaned against Xiao Che's chest and chatted with him casually.
Glancing at the teacup on the table, she suddenly remembered something and scoffed, "It's so late, and your sister Ji Le is still bringing you tea?"
Xiao Che leaned back in his armchair, one hand loosely around her. Hearing this, he tilted his head back, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "What, are you jealous?"
Yan Jiarou's cheeks flushed instantly. She placed her hands on his chest, tilted her head up to look at him, and said, "No! I was just... just asking casually!"
“I didn’t tell you not to ask,” Xiao Che smiled casually, reaching out to pinch her plump cheeks. “Why are you so excited? Hmm… you seem to have gained weight again.”
No girl likes being told she's fat, especially by Xiao Che. Yan Jiarou was furious: "You're the one who's fat! Your sister Ji Le isn't fat, go like her!"
Xiao Che chuckled, slowly moving closer to her ear, sucking on her jade-white earlobe, and said ambiguously, "I just like chubby ones..."
Yan Jiarou felt a little itchy from the licking, and while dodging, she still managed to express her anger: "Hmph."
After their playful antics, she looked at him with a displeased expression and said seriously, "Tell her to go back to where she came from. I don't like her being around you, okay?"
Xiao Che glanced at her, then paused, his playful expression vanishing, his eyes darkening. He said softly, "My mother has passed away. Where do you want her to go?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, a hint of panic on her face: "Xiao Che, I...I'm sorry..."
"It's nothing," Xiao Che said, holding the back of her head and pulling her closer to him. "It's all in the past."
Yan Jiarou also reached out and hugged him back.
After comforting him for a while, she suddenly wriggled out of his arms, looked at him with bright eyes, and said, "I will stay with you."
After saying that, as if afraid that she hadn't expressed herself clearly, she puffed out her cheeks and added softly, "Although the Imperial Concubine... I will stay with you from now on."
Although the little girl's cheeks were flushed and her voice was soft when she said this, her eyes were unusually firm and bright.
Xiao Che was momentarily stunned, as if his heart had been touched in the softest part. He swallowed hard, cupped her face, kissed her, and said softly, "Okay."
In this rare moment of tenderness, he should have continued to say some sweet and romantic words, but Xiao Che raised an eyebrow and said instead: "However, let's settle that messy account between you and the Crown Prince first, and then we'll talk."
He lifted her chin and scoffed, "Otherwise, what will you have to offer me?"
Yan Jiarou stammered and didn't say anything, burying her head in his chest again, acting like a coward.
Yan Jiarou's silence irritated Xiao Che. He pinched her cheek in frustration, then sighed and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." He didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Live for today, for tomorrow we may die. Enjoy the moment while you can. At least for now, Yan Jiarou belongs entirely to him.
He leaned close to her, gently stroking the top of her head, and whispered, "Ji Le and I have no relationship. It's just that she watched me grow up and is an old servant of my mother, so I treat her closer than others. It's not for any other reason."
Yan Jiarou was taken aback. Was Xiao Che explaining something to her?
She looked up at his unusually handsome face under the light, and couldn't help but reach out to gently stroke it. Suddenly, as if possessed, she asked, "Then what about me? Why are you so close to me?"
Xiao Che took her wrist, kissed each of her fingers one by one, raised an eyebrow slightly, and smiled meaningfully: "Tell me, why is that?"
His piercing eyes, clearly filled with deep desire, stared at her so bluntly and openly.
That playful and teasing expression was incredibly alluring; he hadn't uttered a single word, yet everything was understood without being spoken.
Yan Jiarou never knew that a person's eyes alone could make someone blush and their heart race.
She had always heard that the people of Lanling were particularly lustful, especially the men, who could easily have seven women in one night. But over the years, she had never seen Xiao Che get close to any woman. She had previously thought he was an exception among the people of Lanling.
So it turns out he was abstinent with others, but all his affection was directed at her.
She felt her cheeks burning hot, terrified he would say something lewd like he wanted to have sex with her again. She quickly raised her hand to cover his mouth, wishing she could bite off her own tongue: "Never mind, never mind, just don't say it anymore, I... I don't want to know..."
Xiao Che slowly licked her soft palm, the heat making her recoil as she pulled her hand back: "What...what are you doing..."
Xiao Che stared at her flushed face, a half-smile on his lips: "You knew all along, didn't you?"
He rested his chin on her shoulder, gently inhaling the pleasant scent of her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "So... will you give me a C?"
Startled, Yan Jiarou jumped up from his arms and stammered, "If you... if you keep talking nonsense like this, I... I won't talk to you anymore..."
Although she doesn't reject intimacy with Xiao Che, such as kissing and hugging, it doesn't mean she... she can accept Xiao Che doing such things to her.
This was too outrageous, and she was afraid. She wouldn't even dare take that final step in her dream, let alone in reality.
Xiao Che looked up at her and saw that the girl looked nervous. He raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Are you scared?"
He pulled her back into his arms, hugged her from behind, rested his chin on her neck, and gently nuzzled her: "What are you afraid of? If you don't want to, I won't force you."
Yan Jiarou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Then... then don't say it again."
Xiao Che gave a faint "hmm": "It was just a joke. You're too young to handle it. Let's wait a few years until you're older..."
“We have a long future ahead of us,” he said, gently biting her earlobe, with a hint of venting his anger. “It’s just a few more years, I can wait.”
His words were sincere. Yan Jiarou was indeed young, and he had half Lanling blood in him. His manhood was indeed... cough. He was afraid that he might lose control of himself and hurt her. However, when it came to Yan Jiarou, it was a completely different story.
She felt that Xiao Wenqi looked down on her!
People who are truly young generally hate it when others say they are young.
Especially when he and Xiao Che didn't get along in the past, he always liked to bring this up. Now, his competitive spirit flared up, and he retorted, "Where am I young? I've already reached the age of marriage!"
"How could I not be able to handle it? You underestimate me!"
Upon hearing this, an eerie silence fell over the air.
Xiao Che: "...Uh?"
Yan Jiarou: "...!!!"
Ahhh! What is she saying?!
That damn competitive spirit!
She felt she might as well have died on the spot! It's a pity the ground didn't just crack open for no reason, otherwise she really wanted to crawl into it, sob sob sob.
“Perhaps I have underestimated my royal sister,” Xiao Che looked at her with interest and said ambiguously, “If you want to try, it’s not impossible.”
Yan Jiarou immediately shook her head like a rattle-drum: "No...no need..."
He blinked, his eyes welling up with tears, and put on a pitiful look: "Brother, I'm still young..." At this moment, he really couldn't care less about being competitive.
"Useless thing," Xiao Che leaned closer and bit her earlobe angrily, "Then why did you seduce me?"
Yan Jiarou felt wronged: "No...no..."
She didn't want to continue the topic, so she changed the subject again. She remembered that the two of them had clearly been talking about Ji Le. Ji Le was a former concubine of the Imperial Concubine. Because of this relationship, she couldn't get rid of Ji Le, but that didn't stop her from disliking her and deliberately picking on her.
"Who brings you tea when it's almost bedtime? I think she clearly has ulterior motives. Haven't you encountered this before? And not just once. Have you forgotten why you don't keep young palace maids to serve you in the palace?"
"She is a former concubine of the Imperial Concubine. She can stay in your palace, but you cannot serve her closely. You must stay away from her from now on, do not let her get close, and do not drink her tea, understand?"
She felt that Ji Le must like Xiao Che, because she saw something familiar in her eyes.
She had seen this kind of thing in the eyes of many people, not just people—and that damned fox too!
She couldn't let Xiao Che be with other women, otherwise what if he fell in love with someone else and stopped feeding her blood?
Upon hearing this, Xiao Che thoughtfully said, "Oh?" He replied, "It's just that I was in a bad mood and had been drinking, so she brought me some hangover tea. Is that not allowed?"
Do you know why I'm in a bad mood?
"It's because Yan Yan isn't very well-behaved."
He gently brushed the stray hairs from her temples: "If I cannot be close to other women, cannot drink the tea they offer, then what about my sister wearing a flower wreath given by another man?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, not expecting him to bring this up again, and felt a little guilty: "I...I...we weren't talking about you and Ji Le, why are you talking about me again..."
Xiao Che scoffed coldly: "How come you can, but I can't?"
He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up: "Don't wear the one he gave you, wear mine, and I'll agree to your request."
Yan Jiarou blinked. "That's it?"
What's so difficult about that? It's just a flower wreath; what difference does it make whose wreath you wear?
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled sweetly, "I promise you."
Xiao Che was taken aback, then his expression softened slightly: "That's more like it."
Yan Jiarou kissed him and said, "I'll do whatever you say, okay, brother? Don't be upset. From now on, I'll only wear the flower wreaths you give me. Are you satisfied now, brother?"
Xiao Che was always easy to coax, and upon hearing this, the corners of his lips curled up: "Then I'll listen to you. However, there's really nothing between Ji Le and me, and I have a clear conscience."
He stared at her intently, pressed his hand against the back of her neck, and reverently placed a kiss on her neck: "Yan Yan, I only love you."
Yan Jiarou stared at him blankly, unconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
At this juncture, in such a romantic atmosphere, she should have said, "I only like you too." But she simply couldn't bring herself to say it.
So they could only stay in place somewhat awkwardly.
Xiao Che saw through her thoughts and was not annoyed. He simply said, "It's alright. I will wait for you until you are willing to say those words to me in person."
"But Yan Yan, don't keep me waiting too long."
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