Chapter 62. Difficult to appease.
She cried out in disbelief and shame, "I...I didn't...I didn't..."
"No?" Xiao Che extended his middle finger downwards, looking at the damp spot on his fingertip, and curled his lips: "You're really made of water."
He deliberately leaned close to her ear, slowing his tone, his voice teasing and playful, clearly meant to provoke her: "I never imagined Yan Yan was so good at crying not only up there, but also down there..."
"Stop...stop talking!"
Yan Jiarou blushed and hurriedly covered his mouth, biting her lip in embarrassment. "It wasn't me, I didn't... It's because I'm sick, that's why... that's why... Yes, that must be it... I've never been like this before!"
Xiao Che casually licked her palm. Seeing that she was clearly ticklish and shrinking back, yet dared not pull her hand away for fear that he would say something that would embarrass her, he removed her wrist, slowly smiled, and leaned back lazily, saying casually, "Whatever Little Rabbit says, goes."
Yan Jiarou looked at him for a while, then leaned against him, her soft cheek resting on his chest.
Xiao Che touched her face, then lowered his hand to gently touch the wound on her waist: "Does it still hurt?"
Yan Jiarou shook her head and obediently said, "Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore..."
She looked up at him, placed her hands on his chest, rested her chin on them, and her clear black and white eyes darted around before she seized the opportunity to say, "Brother, let's make up, okay?"
"Look, you pushed me, and I didn't even hold it against you. Can you... can you also let's not hold it against me and consider it even, okay?"
Xiao Che, who had been resting with his eyes closed against the headboard, opened his eyes upon hearing this, glanced down at her, and chuckled softly: "What kind of evenness is this?"
He patted her bottom: "Alright, sweetie, get up. I have something to do, I have to go now. Just lie here for a while, and once the ointment is absorbed, you can put on your clothes and go home."
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She had made such a huge sacrifice, even staging a self-inflicted injury, hoping to use it to coerce Xiao Che into reconciling with her. But his ambiguous attitude remained unacceptable. She refused to give in, clinging to him tightly with both hands and feet: "No! Unless you promise me, I won't let you go... You pushed me, you can't leave, you have to make it up to me..."
Xiao Che laughed in exasperation: "Is there anyone as persistent as you? You refuse to break up with Xiao Jue, yet you want to be with me. What do you take me for? Your blood-draining medicine, or something you use to amuse yourself in your spare time?"
"I told you to give me some time..."
She kept asking him to give her some time, and that was all she ever said.
She had already fooled him once with that statement, how dare she use it to fool him a second time?
Xiao Che hated this phrase the most, and immediately said in a deep voice, "Let go."
Yan Jiarou noticed his increasingly distant and resistant attitude, and felt even more aggrieved.
She wasn't shameless. In the past, she would never have treated him like that, and Xiao Che would never have had the chance to humiliate her. It was all because she contracted that strange illness after being bitten by a wild fox and became inseparable from him. Who attracted that fox? It was him! Come to think of it, doesn't he bear any responsibility at all?
She knew she had lowered her stance and practically pestered him, but Xiao Che still refused to back down. She felt both sad and wronged, and her stubbornness flared up: "I won't!"
During their struggle, physical contact was inevitable. It would have been easy for Xiao Che to break free from her, but she was injured and was always hesitant, so she didn't dare to use her full strength. After a while, they ended up on the bed again.
Xiao Che pinned her down, his voice carrying a hint of viciousness, hoarse and menacing: "What are you doing, trying to get yourself killed?"
Yan Jiarou's eyes were red and moist. She cupped his face in her hands and said in a sticky voice, "Then...then you can't leave...unless you promise me..."
Xiao Che looked at her deeply, then suddenly smiled meaningfully: "Alright, I won't leave."
As he spoke, the hand that was gripping her waist slowly moved upwards...
Through the thin fabric of her clothes, his large hands completely enveloped her breasts, gently caressing and kneading them. Yan Jiarou's face flushed even more, and she murmured softly, "Xiao... Xiao Che..."
Xiao Che hummed in response, his smile deepening.
She only snapped out of her daze when he impatiently yanked off the tie behind her neck, reaching out to protect herself: "No!"
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, his slender fingers tracing her cheek as he said calmly, "Didn't you say before that as long as it didn't go to the last step, I could do whatever I wanted? What, are you going back on your word?"
“I…” Yan Jiarou’s eyelashes trembled slightly, but she stopped refusing and instead wrapped her arms around his neck. She looked up and said with a hint of resentment, “You… as long as you’re happy, you can do whatever you want, just don’t make me leave at the slightest disagreement.”
"Good boy." Xiao Che casually tore open the fully deleted...
The tone changed completely after deleting everything: "Brother..."
Xiao Che responded and deleted everything.
He chuckled softly, deliberately breathing heavily in her ear: "Sweetie, delete it all."
The little girl sobbed repeatedly; "No...I can't..."
Although it was the answer he expected, Xiao Che was still unhappy and bit her earlobe in frustration: "Why are you calling me so lewdly?"
"I...I didn't mean to..." the little girl said, her eyes red.
Xiao Che didn't expect her to actually answer, and before he knew it, he was charmed by her cuteness again.
That's what it's like to like someone; no matter what she does, he's absolutely thrilled with it—except, of course, when she's seeing other men behind his back. When will she finally see only him?
He pinched her face and snorted ambiguously, "I think you're doing this on purpose. You only know how to tease me, but you won't let me touch you. Are you deliberately torturing me?"
"I...I didn't mean you couldn't touch me."
Yan Jiarou looked at him innocently, and as if to prove her words, she tilted her head up and lightly touched his lips with her lips, blushing as she said, "I never... wouldn't let you touch me."
Xiao Che's eyes instantly turned dark and menacing. He buried his face in her neck and said in a low voice, "You still dare to provoke me?"
A vein bulged on his forehead, and he leaned forward slightly, his deep voice, full of alluring sexiness, saying, "It's been like this for a long time, what do you suggest we do?"
Yan Jiarou was already nearly in tears from just feeling the sensation through her clothes: "I...I don't know..."
"Don't know? Do you know that ever since you kissed me in the rockery that day, until today," he paused, his hot breath blowing on her neck, and said, word by word, "I've been going crazy trying to hold back."
"Waaaaah, I don't know..."
"Ha, I don't know, you don't know anything."
He raised his hand and patted her bottom, his breathing slightly heavy: "Turn around."
Although Yan Jiarou didn't know what Xiao Che wanted to do, she obediently did as he said and turned her body to the side.
He pressed himself against me from behind.
Sensing the movement behind her, she opened her beautiful eyes wide in horror: "Xiao Che, it really won't work... the cinnabar mark on my arm..."
"Don't be afraid, I won't touch you."
"Good girl, back off." He taught her step by step: "Beat back and then raise."
...
The bed was set aside, and after some time, a woman's languid voice rang out: "Xiao Wenqi, why aren't you ready yet..."
"How long has it been?" Xiao Che chuckled. "How could you have come out so quickly?"
He patted her bottom lightly: "Don't be lazy."
"Waaah..."
When Xiao Che hugged her tightly from behind, he let out a muffled sound and gripped her waist tightly, but she didn't react at all. Only then did he realize that she had probably been waiting for too long and had fallen asleep sometime during the night.
He turned her over. The little girl's red lips were slightly parted, and her cheeks were flushed. She was sleeping soundly. She had been caught in the rain and fallen all day, and she had struggled in bed for a while. He guessed she was exhausted.
"You dare to fall asleep next to me? Aren't you afraid I'll do something to you?"
"They really have a big heart."
He patted her face: "Wake up, little bunny."
Yan Jiarou frowned, turned her face away, and muttered unhappily, "I'm so sleepy..."
Xiao Che pinched her face, fixing her chin in place, forcing her to face him directly, with nowhere to escape: "I'm not stopping you from sleeping. Be good, go take a shower first, and then go to sleep."
Plump cheeks spilled out from between his fingers. Yan Jiarou's face was held in his large hand, unable to break free. In her drowsy state, she reached out and rummaged around, accidentally putting his thumb in her mouth. Then, instinctively, she followed his hand.
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow and chuckled: "You're so grown up, yet you're still the same as when you were a child."
He pulled his thumb out, leaving a dangling strand of silvery hair, glistening with her saliva. His thumb pressed against her soft, rosy lips, with faint teeth marks on his finger. Suddenly, his eyes turned dark and sinister, as if he were thinking of something.
He rubbed her lips, suddenly wanting her to suck his penis.
If she knew what he was thinking, would she suddenly wake up from her dream in fright?
The thought of the little rabbit being frightened and looking panicked made him feel inexplicably happy.
——
He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her, his memories drifting back, as if he had returned to that afternoon many years ago, and his gaze softened unconsciously.
Nowadays, when people talk about romantic affairs, they often regard love at first sight as the beginning of a masterpiece. Unfortunately, when he first met her, he was only four or five years old, and she was still a tiny baby. It was destined that they could not fall in love at first sight.
When he first met her, he was even a little disgusted, because she had been sucking his finger like this, treating it like a wet nurse, and had even peed all over him.
Such a first meeting was hardly pleasant.
At that time, he probably never imagined that years later, that little glutinous rice ball who could only drink milk would be lying in bed with his finger in its mouth.
Before I knew it, she had grown up so much.
In a way, they were childhood sweethearts.
From the time she could babble, she would call him "brother." Whenever she saw him, she would smile, open her chubby arms like lotus roots for him to hug, and kiss his face with her drool. As she grew older, she would even stand up to protect him.
He always thought he was her favorite older brother, until Xiao Jue appeared.
She and Xiao Jue grew closer and closer, and Empress Cui took her in and raised her under her care. She happily went with her.
Xiao Che will never forget that day. It felt like the whole world had abandoned him. He hid in the closet and cried for a long, long time.
He didn't know why his little princess, whom he had practically raised, suddenly forgot about him overnight.
Is it because she thought Xiao Jue saved her from falling into the water that time?
She may not remember now, but he had told her that he was the one who saved her that day. But she didn't believe it. At that time, Xiao Che was just a teenager, while Xiao Jue was almost an adult.
Perhaps everyone would prefer to believe that Xiao Jue saved her, after all, it is probably not something another child could do to pull a child out of the water. Little did they know that Xiao Che had used all his strength at the time, and he almost, just a little bit, was about to perish at the bottom of the pool with Xiao Jia Rou.
He never cared whether others believed him or not, but she didn't believe him at all.
Since she doesn't believe him, he won't say it again.
From then on, he and she grew increasingly distant.
She didn't know how he got through those many days and nights, watching helplessly as she and Xiao Jue grew closer, yet he couldn't do anything about it.
He couldn't stand the way she smiled at Xiao Jue, nor could he stand her growing indifference towards him day by day. He resented and hated her, yet he couldn't help but miss her.
She would only glance at him when he made her angry.
Yan Xiao always said that he was too proud and unwilling to lower himself, but he didn't know the inferiority complex that was ingrained in his bones.
Perhaps no one will truly like him. When Xiao Jiarou grows up and becomes sensible, she will naturally transfer her affections to Xiao Jue, who has the dignity of a crown prince. How could she possibly like him, the third prince who is of impure blood and is regarded as an ominous sign?
So what if you lose face? It just means that even your last laughable self-esteem has been completely trampled underfoot.
Since he couldn't become her favorite person, the only way to get her attention was to become the person she hated the most, and he did a lot of stupid things for that.
Of course, he often showed his true feelings. Seeing her behaving intimately with Xiao Jue in front of him, he was naturally unhappy and couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks. As a result, his relationship with her became increasingly tense, and later it even reached the point of being like fire and water.
Looking back now, the stupid things he did to get her attention seem somewhat ridiculous.
——
He patted her bottom and asked her again, "Are you getting up or not?"
The only response he received was a slightly disgruntled hum.
Xiao Che chuckled and resignedly lifted her off the bed.
As soon as he put his arm around her waist, she snuggled up to him, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck even in her sleep—quite clever of her.
Being so used to being waited on is a good thing; you're destined for a life of luxury.
But that's alright, he spoiled the little girl, so naturally he'll have to deal with her in the end.
He casually lifted her in his arms; it was easy for him to hold her.
The little rabbit isn't actually fat. Apart from the baby fat that hasn't faded from her face and her ample bosom, she doesn't have much fat anywhere else, especially her slender waist, which is so thin it's almost impossible to wrap your hand around it.
Two straight, snow-white legs obediently dangled from his arms, slender and smooth.
It's so small, how heavy could it be? He could easily pick up three rabbits, let alone one.
As he was about to turn around while holding her, he caught a glimpse of a large, damp patch on the bedsheets out of the corner of his eye, and raised an eyebrow slightly.
Oh? So much has flowed out.
His imperial sister is truly made of water.
——
Inside the bath, steam swirls and rises gently.
Xiao Che leaned against the pool wall, closing his eyes to rest.
Yan Jiarou's cheeks flushed from the heat, her red lips parted slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly.
The ever-increasing heat forced her to wake from her confused dream, and she slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a vast expanse of white mist. She felt dizzy and shook her head vigorously. Only then did she realize that she was completely naked and her whole body was immersed in the warm pool water. Her back was against a man's body, and his arm was loosely supporting her shoulder, burning hot.
"Ah!" she screamed instinctively.
"Keep your voice down." A lazy man's voice came from the side: "Does my royal sister think that bathing in the same pool as her nominal brother is something to be proud of?"
Yan Jiarou was startled and quickly turned her head to look. After the white mist dissipated, a handsome and familiar face appeared. It was none other than Xiao Che. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She bit her lip, her face flushed, and said, "Xiao Wenqi, why didn't you tell me before you stripped me naked and threw me into the pool...it scared me to death..."
“How could I not have told you?” Xiao Che lifted his eyelids and turned to look at her. “I told you to come bathe with me, at least three times.”
"Someone's sleeping so soundly, what, did they change their zodiac sign from rabbit to pig?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou vaguely remembered that he had indeed called her, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Well, I was too sleepy..." She paused, her face flushed, seemingly finding it difficult to speak: "It's not...it's not that you took too long..."
Xiao Che didn't say anything more, closed his eyes and leaned back again.
Yan Jiarou noticed that Xiao Che's attitude towards her was still lukewarm. She didn't understand why he still seemed unhappy. She had indulged and agreed to his unreasonable request, so why was he still not satisfied?
Didn't they make up?
In her mind, the fact that he treated her like that meant he had already agreed to make up with her.
Now that you've made up, why are you still acting this way?
Could it be that the price she paid didn't fully meet his demands, so he was unwilling and unhappy?
In that sense, she did come out on top. After all, she didn't let him... well... go all the way, yet he still had to reconcile with her.
Since she got the better deal, she should try to appease him a little! She's not that petty.
"Brother," she called out to him in a sweet voice, and took his arm in a rather ingratiating manner, snuggling closer to him, "What are you thinking about?"
I want to have sex with you in the water.
Xiao Che answered in his heart.
I just used her leg to get out, but instead of relieving the urge, I wanted to sleep with her even more.
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His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice was low and hoarse, but what Xiao Che said was: "Stay away from me."
Jia Rou's pupils trembled slightly, and her eyelashes also trembled. Water droplets gathered on her long, curled eyelashes slid down gently, as if she were crying.
She withdrew her hand somewhat helplessly, like a child unaware of what she had done wrong, with an almost naive cruelty: "Xiao Che..."
To ease the tension between them, she forced a smile and said half-jokingly, "Are we taking a bath together now?"
Xiao Che lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.
As if she had heard a joke, she slightly curled the corner of her lips: "Royal sister."
He said coolly, "Mandarin ducks are birds of loyalty, and only those who are devoted to one person for life can be compared to them. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for us to be like this."
When he said the word "we," he deliberately emphasized the pronunciation.
Even if Yan Jiarou was slow-witted, she could tell at this moment that Xiao Che was deliberately being sarcastic. He was still resentful that she had given up on Xiao Jue because she hadn't firmly chosen him. However, there were some things that even she herself hadn't figured out, so how could she give him an answer? Couldn't he give her a little more time?
For a moment, the two were silent.
The heat was intense, and before long, Yan Jiarou began to feel drowsy again. She snuggled against Xiao Che's shoulder, and without caring whether he wanted her to or not, she fell asleep on her own.
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