Chapter 58 "I'm waiting for you to deal with me."...
Jia Rou followed closely behind Xiao Che. Once they entered the outer hall, Xiao Che casually pointed to a nanny and asked her to lead Yan Jia Rou away.
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou's small face immediately turned wary, her cheeks puffed out, and she stepped forward to grab his sleeve: "You... what are you doing? You promised to take me to the study, you can't go back on your word. I'll only go with you, I don't want to go down with anyone else."
Xiao Che turned to the side and looked at her with some surprise: "...How come I never realized you were so clingy before?"
Yan Jiarou blinked, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
Xiao Che frowned: "Are you sure you want to come to the study with me like this?"
Yan Jiarou looked at him blankly.
Xiao Che: "Aren't you uncomfortable wearing wet clothes like this?"
“You’re not upset, but it’s upset me to see you like this.”
"Go downstairs and change your clothes with the nanny first, then come to the study to find me."
It turns out they just wanted her to change her clothes, not to get rid of her like that.
Jia Rou immediately stopped crying, her eyes crinkling with laughter. She gently shook his arm and said in a clingy voice, "Then...then you have to wait for me, okay?"
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed. He glanced at her, his tone less than friendly: "Hurry up."
"Uh-huh!"
——
The nanny took Yan Jiarou to a side hall, carefully dried her off, and then gave her a set of palace maid's clothes to change into.
Yan Jiarou's dresses were all custom-made. The clothes of ordinary palace maids did not fit well. They were too tight in front of her chest, making her bulge and making it difficult for her to breathe.
But she couldn't worry about that right now. In order to see Xiao Che as soon as possible, she hurriedly changed her clothes and followed the nanny to the study.
The old woman led Yan Jiarou to the door and then bowed to take her leave.
Jia Rou stood at the door of the study, took a deep breath, and tentatively pushed the door open.
——
Xiao Che sat behind a rosewood desk, looking down as he flipped through a file. Outside, the rain had not stopped and the sky was dark, so a lamp was lit inside.
He had changed into a moon-white robe, which added a touch of elegance to his appearance.
The light shone on his face, and the flickering candlelight made his face appear even more handsome.
Hearing the noise, he looked up from the files and glanced at her indifferently: "Aren't you coming over?"
Yan Jiarou swallowed hard, her movements a little awkward because her clothes didn't fit properly.
When she reached Xiao Che's side, she lowered her head somewhat awkwardly. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a bowl of ginseng soup on the table, which seemed to have been served recently and was still steaming. She made conversation by asking, "Third brother, are you drinking ginger soup?"
Xiao Che glanced at her and said calmly, "This is for you."
"For...for me?"
"Otherwise, why would I drink ginger soup when I wasn't even caught in the rain? You, on the other hand, were soaked to the bone, so I had someone specially cook a bowl of ginger soup and send it over."
Just as Yan Jiarou was feeling a little touched, he brought his handsome face closer, curled his lips slightly, and said coolly, "So that someone won't blame me for catching a cold when they explain later."
"—Then I'm dead unjustly?"
Before I could even savor that warm feeling, it vanished in an instant.
Yan Jiarou looked at him in disbelief, her chest heaving, her face flushed with anger: "You! I didn't catch a cold, I'm perfectly fine! This ginger soup doesn't taste good, I'm not drinking it!"
"Yan Jiarou," he called her name.
When he called her by her full name, her arrogance immediately diminished: "What...what are you going to do?"
“If you want to stay here,” he said, bending his index finger and tapping it on the table with his knuckles down, “drink this.”
Yan Jiarou frowned, looking rather unwilling.
Xiao Che seemed to have reverted to the Xiao Che of the past, the Xiao Che who was always at odds with her, who only knew how to bully her, and who never gave her a kind look.
She didn't like Xiao Che like this at all.
She glanced at him with a hint of resentment and muttered softly, "...You're not as nice to me as you used to be."
"Why should I be nice to you?" Xiao Che glanced at her and said calmly, "I'm only nice to my women."
"If I remember correctly, you should be Xiao Jue's woman."
Yan Jiarou choked, opened her mouth, and whispered in protest, "That's not how it is..."
"Alright, Princess Qinghe," he tapped the table again and said in a deep voice, "Are you going to drink it or not? My patience is limited. If you don't drink it now, you can get out of here with this bowl of ginger soup once it gets cold!"
As he spoke, he propped his head up with one hand, turned his body slightly, and looked at her leisurely: "Or are you doing this on purpose, deliberately getting caught in the rain in front of me, deliberately refusing to drink the ginger soup, deliberately making yourself sick, and then clinging to me, trying to pass on your illness to me, right?"
He smiled and said, "What a clever move to win without bloodshed! Princess Qinghe is truly wicked."
Yan Jiarou: "!!!"
"How could you slander me like that? I didn't do it!"
Yan Jiarou has never been able to stand being provoked since she was a child. Upon hearing this, in order to prove her innocence, she immediately picked up the bowl of ginger soup and declared, "I'll prove it to you!" At this moment, she didn't care whether it tasted good or not, and gulped down half a bowl.
She was always delicate and rarely drank medicine so readily. Xiao Che stroked the jade thumb ring on his hand and slowly curled the corners of his lips.
She only drank half of it before putting it down. Xiao Che noticed her dark pupils darting around, and knew she was up to something again. He frowned and tapped the table again: "Why aren't you drinking it? Finish it all, not a drop left. Hurry up."
"What are you doing? I drank too fast just now, I need to calm down. Besides, I always eat and drink sitting down, so standing like this is uncomfortable." As she spoke, her gaze drifted to his chest, and she smiled ingratiatingly.
"What do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "You want me to get up and give you my seat?"
"You're so young, you're not even fully grown yet. Why should I let you have your way? Aren't I afraid of ruining your good fortune?"
Yan Jiarou blushed, looked up and glared at him: "You're so annoying! I didn't ask you to let me have your way!"
She didn't understand. Xiao Che was clearly very good at coaxing people. She had seen it too many times recently. When he wanted to coax someone, he was gentle and considerate, and he could easily use all kinds of sweet words to spoil them.
Why are they back to their mortal enemies again, so hostile and mean to her? Is it all because they had a fight? It's so annoying! When will they ever make up?
Thinking this, she walked around the desk to his side, clenched her small hands at her sides, took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and plopped down on him. Then she quickly climbed onto his shoulders and neck, looking at him with moist eyes and a rosy face: "See, isn't this better?"
Xiao Che groaned, veins bulging on his forehead.
That idiot...where is she going to sit?
Yan Jiarou sat in his lap, so close that she could see the clearly visible veins beside his Adam's apple. She licked her lips impatiently, shifted her hips, and adjusted to a more comfortable sitting position.
But just as she adjusted, her waist was grabbed by his large hand.
"What are you doing, twisting around like that?" he called out to her, his breathing a little heavy. "Who gave you permission to sit on me, Yan Jiarou? How can you be so shameless? Get up."
"What's wrong?" she whined, snuggling closer to him. "Can't I even sit for a bit? I want to drink ginger soup."
Xiao Che turned his face away and said in a hoarse voice, "Then drink quickly, and get out of here after you're done."
Yan Jiarou placed her hands on his face, trying to turn his face towards her: "Hmph, why do you have to drink so fast? I'm going to drink slowly, or I'll choke!"
Xiao Che was forced to face her directly.
The two were very close, and she kept rubbing against him, never satisfied. Eventually, she was almost straddling his lap, which meant that she could look down at him, which was rare for her. And if he looked down slightly, his gaze would fall right on her breasts.
The slightly small dress accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her even more eye-catching, her breasts were incredibly voluptuous.
But she coveted his blood and continued to recklessly squeeze towards him.
Her fair, soft breasts were almost pressed against his face, and the sweet fragrance of her body filled his nose. Xiao Che felt a little breathless. He leaned back slightly, and his gaze unintentionally fell on her front. He was stunned for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times. Looking at her, he finally couldn't help but ask, "...How come you've gotten so fat in just one day?"
The surroundings fell silent instantly, eerily quiet.
Immediately afterwards, a scream suddenly erupted in the silent room.
"Aaaaah! Xiao Che, what nonsense are you spouting!"
"No way!" Yan Jiarou exploded at the slightest provocation: "It's because the dress the nanny gave me is too small, it doesn't cover me at all, and it's too tight, that's why I'm like this!"
She was so angry that her breasts rose and fell, her nipples swaying and appearing... even larger.
Xiao Che's eyelids twitched slightly, but he subtly looked away and said, "Oh."
He reached out and placed the bowl of ginger soup in front of Yan Jiarou: "Alright, stop arguing, drink it quickly, it won't be useful if it gets cold."
Yan Jiarou gently nudged her: "Wait a minute."
Xiao Che frowned: "It's just ginger soup, what's the rush?"
"Ugh, it's too strong, it tastes like ginger all the time, it's awful."
"It's all ginger flavor? How is that possible? I clearly had two large sugar cubes added."
Yan Jiarou tilted her head and blinked: "But it really tastes all ginger, not sweet at all. Why don't you try it—did you forget to add sugar?"
Xiao Che lowered his eyes and scrutinized her: "Royal sister, what trick are you trying to play now?"
Yan Jiarou looked innocent: "What did I do now? You can't just say I forgot to add sugar?"
Xiao Che frowned, and at this moment he couldn't help but wonder if his subordinates had really forgotten to add the sugar?
He said, "I'll try it."
“But if I get even a taste of sweetness,” he said fiercely, “I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Just as he was about to lower his head to taste the ginger soup, Yan Jiarou's snow-white and soft face, like a glutinous rice ball, suddenly came close to his. Before he could react, something warm and soft pressed against his lips, clumsily licking and kissing them.
His lips and teeth were awkwardly forced open, and a soft, smooth tongue tip timidly probed inside, clumsily trying to please him, chasing and entangled with him.
Xiao Che looked at her with slight surprise, his eyes holding a hint of something unreadable.
When the kiss ended, Yan Jiarou, panting, separated from him slightly. At the point where they had been touching, a strand of saliva had been pulled out due to the movement, appearing intermittently and indescribably erotic.
Yan Jiarou's red lips parted slightly, her watery eyes gazing at him with moistness. She leaned close to his ear and said shyly, "Mmm, brother, it's...it's sweeter now..."
Xiao Che's eyes darkened. He grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her up to his face, and his breathing became heavy for a moment: "Who taught you that?"
"Hmm, what?"
"Just now... who taught you to do that?"
Yan Jiarou blinked, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Do you like it?"
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed as he asked, "I'm asking, who taught you this?" He had no idea when this silly rabbit had learned to play these tricks.
Yan Jiarou cupped his face in her small hands, straddled his lap, lowered her head slightly, and pressed her forehead against his: "You, everything about me, isn't it all thanks to your guidance?"
Xiao Che glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
It was her first time doing something like this, so she was a little awkward. Yan Jiarou blushed and said shyly, "You...you always complained that I didn't know how to flirt with you. Now, have I learned anything from you?"
Xiao Che snorted and turned his face away: "Just the tip of the iceberg."
“Well, there is a little bit.” She wasn’t discouraged at all. She turned his face back to her and looked at him with bright eyes. “You can teach me more in the future, okay? I will learn well, okay?”
"Why should I teach you?" He said, then narrowed his eyes as he remembered something. "Yan Jiarou, didn't I tell you that if I tasted even a hint of sweetness in this ginger soup, you'd better be prepared for a good beating?"
He tapped the table: "Try it yourself, it's so sweet it's cloying. You've always had a sweet tooth since you were little. If you can't even taste the sugar in this sweet ginger soup now, what will you do with your teeth?"
Yan Jiarou sucked on her index finger as she listened to him ramble on and on, but she didn't hear the second half at all. She only heard the first part, "I'll teach you a lesson."
She leaned against him and giggled, "Then you can punish me..."
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, leaned in and tremblingly kissed the corner of his lips, her eyes glistening with tears as she looked at him. Her voice was soft and gentle, the last syllable lingering, sweet and alluring, "I'm waiting for you to punish me..."
Xiao Che took a deep breath, reached out and pressed his hand against the back of his neck, kissing him forcefully.
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