Chapter 59 "If you want to ask someone for a favor, you have to show some sincerity..."
Yan Jiarou closed her eyes and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Following what he had taught her before, she slowly relaxed, tucked her teeth in, stuck out her tongue, and clumsily responded to him.
Xiao Che paused, his back straightened, and he gripped her slender waist tightly, kissing her with even more force, as if he wanted to meld her into his body and devour her.
At first, Jia Rou could barely respond, but later she was completely unable to withstand his intense kisses and quickly became a limp mess.
When Xiao Che finally released her, she was nearly unconscious. Her hair was disheveled, her lips were swollen and red, her small face was covered with tear stains, her eyes were red, even the tip of her nose was red, and her eyelashes were still trembling with tears. She was a complete mess.
Her clothes were disheveled, and her breasts, which were already quite prominent due to the ill-fitting clothes, were now half-exposed, their whiteness dazzling to the eye.
Combined with her pitiful and resentful expression, she looked exactly like someone who had just been ravaged.
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, reached out and pinched her cheek. It was still as white, smooth and soft as he remembered, with an excellent feel.
He watched Yan Jiarou grow up; the first time he met her, she was still an infant in swaddling clothes.
Before the Yan couple passed away, Jia Rou had already stayed in the palace for a period of time. After the Yan couple passed away, Jiang Chenyu took Yan Jia Rou directly to the palace to raise her.
That day, Xiao Che went to Pixiang Palace to pay his respects to Jiang Chenyu as usual. That was the first time he met Yan Jiarou.
It was a tiny little thing with a snow-white face and a pair of large, striking eyes with jet-black, incredibly bright pupils.
His small mouth was always moving, and he would giggle whenever he saw him.
Curious, he reached out and touched her soft little mouth, which immediately enveloped his, sucking on it. Just as he was wondering what was going on, Jiang Chenyu, who was standing nearby, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Che'er, she's hungry and is using your finger as a wet nurse."
A hint of disdain flashed across Xiao Che's handsome face as he said unhappily, "All she knows is drinking milk."
Jiang Chenyu laughed and said, "She's still so young, what else would she drink if not milk... But she seems to really like you, she smiles as soon as she sees you." She then teased her, "Good girl, call me brother..."
Xiao Che thought his mother was joking. He didn't believe that little dumpling would call him brother. She clearly couldn't do anything except drink milk.
Even so, he still secretly looked up and glanced over, a hint of anticipation in his heart.
When Xiao Jiarou met his gaze, she suddenly waved her chubby arms and giggled incessantly. Two of her giggles were rhythmically linked together, sounding just like "brother."
Xiao Che was stunned for a moment, while Jiang Chenyu, who was standing to the side, was very happy. She picked Xiao Che up from the crib, kissed her, and said, "Che'er, did you hear that? She really called you brother. How good she is."
Looking at Jiang Chenyu, Xiao Che recalled that since his birth, his mother had always been melancholy and rarely smiled. Only after this little dumpling was sent to him did she start to smile a bit more.
For this reason alone, he had a natural affinity for Xiao Jiarou.
And she called him...brother. Being called brother by a little dumpling doesn't seem so bad.
He smiled and curled his lips into a smile.
It seems she can do more than just drink milk.
Jiang Chenyu really liked this child, not only because her father had some connection with her and she was the daughter of an old friend, so she naturally treated her with kindness, but also because the child was so cute and adorable that she was really likable.
This child is so young; her life is just beginning, full of hope and boundless dreams. Unlike her, who is not old yet, but already looks old and dejected.
Her arrival brought a vibrant spring to her stagnant life.
She realized that Xiao Che seemed to really like her. Even though he was in her arms, his chubby little body stubbornly turned around, stretched out his short, white, chubby hands, and called out "Aba Aba" in Xiao Che's direction.
Xiao Che looked up, finally getting her attention. Seeing this, she giggled incessantly, calling out indistinctly, "Brother...brother..."
Seeing this, Jiang Chenyu bent down and carefully handed the little dumpling in her arms to Xiao Che: "Che'er, since your little sister likes you so much, why don't you hold her?"
Xiao Che pursed his lips, but still reached out and took her. In an instant, the aroma of milk wafted over him. The little dumpling was fragrant and soft. He remembered the glutinous rice dumplings he ate on the Lantern Festival, which were also white and soft.
He pursed his lips and pulled her even closer.
Little Jia Rou kept her chubby little hand raised high, babbling incoherently as if hoping he would lift her up higher.
Xiao Che thought about it for a moment, then did as instructed.
As soon as her little head was level with his, she couldn't wait to reach out and kiss him.
Xiao Che didn't react in time, and as a result, her face was covered in sticky, milky saliva.
Xiao Che: "…………"
Jiang Chenyu watched the two of them with a smile.
Xiao Che's handsome face darkened. Just as he was about to return the glutinous rice ball to his mother, he suddenly felt a warm flow running down his arm.
He was frowning in confusion when he heard Jiang Chenyu exclaim in surprise, "Ah!"
"Che'er, she...she peed on you..."
"…………"
With this second instance of a beautiful smile, Xiao Che's face turned completely dark.
He handed the little dumpling back to Jiang Chenyu with a look of disgust, frowning and saying, "Why does she pee on people like that?"
"She drank too much milk, so of course she needs to pee." She glanced at him and joked, "It's not like she's peeing on people randomly. I think she's deliberately trying to pee on you because she wants you to hold her."
"It's like a puppy marking its spot. She peed on you, Che'er. From now on, you're her one and only brother."
Jiang Chenyu was just joking with him, but seeing that he remained silent, she thought he was angry. So she bent down slightly and said softly, "Alright, my little sister is still young and doesn't understand. Don't be angry with her, okay? It's nothing. She can just change her clothes later."
Xiao Che glanced at her and nodded: "She's only so young, forget it, I won't hold it against her."
But then, as if possessed, he suddenly thought that if she grew up and still dared to pee on him, he would never let her get away with it.
...
As his memories returned, Xiao Che looked up at Yan Jiarou, and the face before him gradually overlapped with that of the little dumpling in his memories.
Time flies so fast; in the blink of an eye, she's grown up so much.
I remember when she was little, she could only drink milk. There was no shortage of wet nurses in the palace. Her mother doted on her and didn't let her wean completely until she was three years old. She cried and refused, so in the end, she was given cow's milk instead.
I weaned myself off human milk with cow's milk, but I'm afraid I'm still drinking cow's milk now, so I always have a milky smell on me, which you can smell when you get close.
The only benefit of years of nourishing milk is that it has given me snow-white, delicate skin, resembling the texture of milk.
It feels smooth and tender to the touch, as if you could actually squeeze out milk.
Thinking this, he applied a little more force to his hands.
It was only a little bit of effort—
"Ooh, it hurts," Yan Jiarou said, her eyes reddening, pleading in a soft voice, "Brother, be gentle."
,
Xiao Che glanced at her and scoffed, "You're so delicate."
He looked up and sized her up—
The little girl looked like she had been brutally abused; her face was red from being pinched, and she was biting her swollen lips, looking at him with teary eyes. She looked incredibly pitiful.
He leaned back, resting his elbows on the armrests of the chair, his fingers lightly touching his chin, watching her with a leisurely air.
Seeing her in such a miserable state, the resentment that had been building up in his heart ever since he witnessed her being all lovey-dovey with Xiao Jue and saying that she was just using him to cure her illness finally dissipated a little.
Okay, I guess I've vented some of my anger.
Besides... he rubbed his lips with his fingers. The feeling of kissing her wasn't bad at all. It was rare for her to be so proactive, offering herself up for him to kiss. Why shouldn't he take it?
If you're not close, you're not close.
He patted her face, his mood finally improving, and he couldn't help but smile.
But as close as family is, he still hadn't forgotten about the ginger soup. He tapped the bowl with his fingers, making a clinking sound, and looked up at her, his tone not exactly friendly: "Hurry up and drink it, what are you waiting for?"
Yan Jiarou pouted slightly in dissatisfaction. She didn't know how Xiao Che could have such a good memory. After kissing for so long, she felt dizzy from all the kissing. How could she possibly remember anything? But his eyes were clear, as if he wasn't dizzy at all, and he actually remembered this.
She just didn't want to drink the remaining half bowl of ginger soup. She had already been very considerate of him by drinking half of it!
Although a lot of sugar was indeed added to this ginger soup, which masked most of the ginger flavor, it was still palatable.
But the combination of spiciness and sweetness creates a very strange flavor; in any case, it's not tasty at all.
But Xiao Che made her drink it, and she couldn't refuse, since she was now in need of his help.
She reluctantly picked up the bowl of ginger soup, thinking that she should still drink it, but she couldn't just drink such a terrible-tasting ginger soup! She had to drink it to get some benefits out of it!
Thinking of this, she held the bowl of ginger soup in both hands, moved a little closer to Xiao Che, and looked at him expectantly: "Then... after you finish drinking it, is there any reward?"
Xiao Che laughed, his gaze sweeping coldly over her: "Do you think you have the leverage to negotiate with me right now?"
"You think it's still the same as before, that I have to indulge you in everything? Who do you think you are?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou's face paled slightly, and her small hands, which were resting on him, curled up, making her appear somewhat flustered: "I..."
"I thought you came here to beg me," Xiao Che raised an eyebrow at her, his tone mocking, "Is this how you beg for help, my royal sister?"
"If you want to ask someone for a favor, you have to show some sincerity, instead of always trying to negotiate terms with them."
"Only if I show enough sincerity first, will I be able to decide what happens next based on my mood."
"If you're going to be so disobedient, then you can leave now."
"I didn't disobey!" Yan Jiarou said anxiously, "I'll drink it now!" After saying that, she tilted her head back and gulped down the remaining half bowl of ginger soup. Finally, she raised her hand to wipe the corner of her lips, endured the unpleasant taste, swallowed the last mouthful of ginger soup, and showed the empty bowl to Xiao Che: "Look, I drank it all."
Xiao Che glanced down at it, hummed in response, then leaned back in his armchair and gently closed his eyes.
Yan Jiarou casually placed the empty bowl on the table, wrinkled her nose, and with a hint of disgust, poked it away with her index finger.
She turned around, clasped her hands together, and rested them on Xiao Che's chest, then placed her chin on it. They were so close they could hear each other's breath. Xiao Che smelled wonderful. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she softly called out, "Brother..."
"Um?"
Yan Jiarou asked cautiously, "Are you feeling better now?"
Xiao Che lifted his eyelids, his voice carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness: "...just a little bit."
"Only a little bit?"
Xiao Che chuckled and pinched her cheek: "How much more do you want?"
Yan Jiarou reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, leaned in to kiss him, and said in a soft, sticky voice, "...I want a little more."
She kissed his nose and lips with a flattering tone, starting from his eyes and moving down to his nose and lips, finally stopping at his prominent Adam's apple, which was much larger than that of an average man. She gently licked and sucked at it, and the Adam's apple quickly turned pink, as if it were congested with blood, making the veins hidden near it even more prominent.
Jia Rou could even faintly feel the flow of blood inside.
She licked her lips, the desire within her screaming, and finally, unable to resist, she gently bit down.
The teeth pierced the skin.
Fresh blood quickly seeped out, and she eagerly licked his wound.
Xiao Che frowned and hissed.
Yan Jiarou paused, suppressing the urge to cry, and stepped back slightly. Looking down at him, she asked somewhat nervously, "...Does it hurt a lot?"
Xiao Che scoffed, "Try letting your skin be bitten through by teeth, does it hurt?" He didn't even know why he had let her possess him again in such a muddled way. Jia Rou lowered her head guiltily. She knew it must hurt a lot. How could it not hurt to have your skin bitten through by teeth? Not to mention that the pain sensitivity of Lanling people is ten times that of ordinary people. She murmured, her eyes gradually becoming moist again, "I'm sorry, I... I'll be gentler."
Xiao Che turned his head away, frowned, and closed his eyes.
When Jia Rou touched the wound again, her movements were much gentler. Her soft tongue tip gently licked the wound, like a small animal expressing affection and ingratiation.
Xiao Che swallowed hard. Although he was still in pain, he finally felt a bit of her sincerity. Her cat-and-dog-like flattery was obviously quite effective for him.
Jia Rou tried not to suck his blood too eagerly, and it took a full incense stick's time for him to completely satisfy her during the blood-drawing process.
She rested contentedly on his neck. Although the comfort his blood brought her seemed to be diminishing, it wasn't completely ineffective. At least after being nourished by his blood, she felt much better.
However, she hadn't experienced that intense, exhilarating sensation that shot straight to her head and made her soul tremble after the initial blood draw in a long time.
She desperately needed to obtain another new substance from Xiao Che to fully satisfy her already raised threshold.
Unfortunately, she still doesn't know what it is.
She gently brushed her chin against the skin of his neck, then whispered in his ear, "Xiao Wenqi..."
She bit her lip lightly, asking nervously and apprehensively, "Are we considered to have made up now?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Che slowly opened his eyelids, glanced at her sideways, slightly curled the corners of his lips, and sneered, "What do you take me for?"
"A kitten or puppy? You think a couple of kisses will be enough to calm them down?"
Not getting the answer she expected, the girl was inevitably a little frustrated, and her arms around his neck fell limply to her sides: "Then... then what do you want?"
Xiao Che reached out and pinched her chin, lifting it slightly to force her to raise her head.
Their eyes met, Yan Jiarou's eyelashes trembled slightly, tears welled in her beautiful eyes, and she called out to him in a pitiful voice, "Brother..."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow.
The girl raised her arms again and wrapped them around his neck, gently shaking him and saying coquettishly, "Forgive me, let's put this behind us, okay?"
Xiao Che gave her a cold look.
Ha, she didn't even offer an explanation, yet she expects him to forgive her.
There's no such thing as a free lunch.
How come a whole day has passed and she still can't come up with a decent reason?
Why not wait until it's written out before contacting him?
She couldn't even be bothered to make up a reason to lie to him.
Ha, such actions don't even qualify as perfunctory.
Suddenly, a fierce anger surged within me.
Without any mercy, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her arm off his shoulder, and frowned, saying coldly, "Get off me."
Yan Jiarou trembled, staring blankly at him, and suddenly began to shed large tears.
Perhaps feeling too embarrassed to cry in front of Xiao Che while he watched her, she not only refused to leave, but instead lowered her head, buried it in Xiao Che's arms, and cried without restraint.
She cries very easily, she has been like this since she was a child, and she was spoiled. She cries at the slightest thing that does not go her way.
They probably knew that everyone couldn't stand seeing her cry, so they would agree to anything she said as soon as she started to cry.
After all, it's a skill she's honed since childhood. She's quite experienced in crying, her emotions are abundant, and she can produce as many tears as she wants without ever running out.
He quickly soaked the front of his shirt with tears.
For the first time in his life, Xiao Che felt a headache.
There is probably nothing in this world more difficult than dealing with a little girl.
He grabbed the back of her neck, trying to pull her away, but she clung to him tightly, as if she were using all her strength. If he forced her away, he would probably hurt her.
He tapped the back of her head and called out, "Yan Jiarou."
"Are you made of water? Where do you get so many tears?"
You got me wet, you know that?
In response, she intensified her efforts, wiping her tears and snot on his clothes.
Xiao Che: "…………"
He was so angry he laughed. He touched the back of her round head, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered things from his childhood.
This wasn't the first time she'd gotten him wet.
The first real time was when she was a baby and peed on him.
He once said that if she ever dared to pee on him again when she grew up, he would never let her get away with it.
Now that she's grown up, she hasn't wet herself on her brother yet, but it's not much better. She smears tears and snot all over him, which is really awful.
The little rabbit, relying on its ability to cry, became fearless and lawless.
This won't do; we need to think of a way to deal with her.
He rested his hands on the table, his fingers tapping unconsciously.
The knocking stopped after three strikes.
He raised an eyebrow and suddenly thought of a solution.
Come to think of it, when we were young we didn't know any better, and not everything we said could be taken seriously. For example, I once said that if she dared to pee on me when she grew up, I would never let her get away with it.
Looking back now, even though the little dumpling has grown up, he still allows her to pee on him at certain times—just for fun.
Thinking of this, he patted her bottom and lazily curled his lips: "Hey, stop crying, do you want me to forgive you?"
Yan Jiarou immediately stopped crying, got up from his arms, straightened up, looked at him, and obediently nodded: "Yes..."
Xiao Che looked up at her. The little rabbit's eyes were red-rimmed and swollen like peaches. Tsk, she looked even more like a rabbit now.
He chuckled, raised his hand, and beckoned to her with a finger, his gesture somewhat seductive: "Come here, whisper in my ear."
The innocent little rabbit immediately did as instructed.
Xiao Che gently bit her earlobe, his warm breath washing over her ear, instantly sending a tingling sensation through her skin.
Xiao Che's voice was hoarse as he chuckled softly, his tone ambiguous and flirtatious: "Give me a good beating, and we'll call it a day, how about that?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the delicate body in his arms trembled violently.
Xiao Che gripped her waist with one hand, pressing down hard, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy: "What, is it okay or not? Give me an answer."
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