Chapter 67 He was the one who was completely addicted...
The two lingered tenderly in the carriage for a while. Xiao Che wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head and played with her fingers. A faint fragrance wafted to his nose. He casually asked, "Did you use floral dew on yourself?"
Yan Jiarou paused for a moment, then looked up at her: "Yes, do you... like it?"
That day, Yingxue brought her that jar of floral dew from outside the palace, saying it was fashionable outside the palace and many women would apply it when they went on dates with their lovers. She thought Xiao Che might like it.
He might like her, and if he's in a good mood, he might not care that she secretly ran away with him, even though she knows it's wrong.
“I like it,” Xiao Che lowered his head and kissed her forehead. “But why did you suddenly think of using this?”
He remembered that she never used these floral perfumes and powders before, because although she liked flowers and plants, her nose would feel uncomfortable if she was covered in these scents, so she never used them.
After all these years, he naturally recognized her scent. If she hadn't used perfume today, he wouldn't have failed to recognize her, nor would he have accidentally hurt her.
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, not expecting Xiao Che to suddenly ask this. Her face flushed slightly, and she naturally didn't want to say that she used it for him: "Um... it's just... it just smells nice..."
She liked the scent of the floral perfume, but didn't want to use it on herself; her nose would feel uncomfortable if she kept smelling it. She did it entirely to make Xiao Che like her more, but it seemed the result wasn't what she wanted. What did he mean by asking that? She looked at him with a wronged expression: "Don't you like it?"
If Xiao Che doesn't like it, then wouldn't she have suffered for nothing?
She was a little angry. She sat up from his lap, placed one hand on his chest, pointed at him with her index finger, and said fiercely, "Don't you dare say you don't like it!"
Her slender, pale fingertips were just touching his lips when Xiao Che captured them. His tongue lightly swept across her fingertips. The fingertips are such sensitive places, and Yan Jiarou felt a sudden surge of Zen-like understanding. Xiao Che chuckled and then bit her fingertip with ill intent, not too hard, but enough to make her involuntarily make a sound.
Xiao Che lifted his eyelids, his eyebrows and eyes charming, and smiled lazily, "Baby, I didn't say I didn't like it."
"you……"
Yan Jiarou took the opportunity to pull her finger back.
The warmth from Xiao Che's lips and teeth still seemed to linger on her fingertips, and that warmth spread from her fingertips all the way to her face.
Yan Jiarou's ears turned red: "What...what are you doing..."
The interrogation turned into flirting; her voice was now soft and weak, and she couldn't even be fierce anymore.
Xiao Che smiled and pulled her closer, forcing Yan Jiarou to press herself against him. Hearing his warm breath brush against her cheek, she felt a tingling sensation. "I love you no matter what, baby," she said.
He rested his chin lazily on her shoulder, tilting his head to gently inhale her scent: "It smells very nice, but Yan Yan's original scent is already very good."
"It has a light milky scent, which I really like."
“Wh…what frankincense?” Yan Jiarou’s face flushed red, and she looked at him in disbelief. “You…what nonsense are you talking about!”
Xiao Che stepped back slightly, raising an eyebrow as if somewhat surprised by her overreaction.
But after a moment, he realized what he meant.
“I was talking about milk,” he said slowly, lifting her chin and admiring her flushed face. “Baby, what did you think I was talking about?”
The hand that had been supporting his waist slowly moved upwards, its large palm just covering one side of Bowman: "You thought I meant here, huh?"
“Baby,” he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse, “I want to drink your Ruzhi.”
Yan Jiarou felt her ears burn instantly and quickly stepped back, accusing him with a mixture of shame and anger: "You...you're lewd!"
Xiao Che curled his lips, as shameless as ever: "Then I'll only be vulgar with you."
“Besides,” he glanced at her, a half-smile on his face, “you’ve taken so much of my blood, what’s wrong with giving me something else in return?”
"you……"
Yan Jiarou's face was so red it was almost steaming, and her watery eyes were filled with a moist look, as if she was in a great predicament.
She twisted her fingers helplessly, biting her rosy lips tightly. After a long while, she finally murmured, her voice barely audible:
"But...but I don't have that right now." Her face flushed red with shame as she said, "The nanny said that I have to...I have to have a baby before I can have it..."
As soon as he finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the air.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yan Jiarou thought he was unhappy and felt uneasy, so she explained, "No...it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that I...don't have it right now..."
Xiao Che remained silent, but the hand around her waist tightened, as if he was trying his best to endure something.
She finally realized something was wrong. When she looked up, she saw Xiao Che's chest trembling slightly, and his handsome face looking extremely unnatural, as he struggled to suppress his laughter.
Their eyes met, and he seemed unable to restrain himself any longer. He leaned against her neck and finally laughed without restraint.
He laughed so hard his shoulders shrugged and half his body trembled.
Even though Yan Jiarou was slow to realize it, she finally realized that she had been tricked.
She took a deep breath, her face flushed red, and said in embarrassment and anger, "Xiao Wenqi! What...what are you laughing at!"
This sound finally made Xiao Che stop.
Xiao Che lifted his head from her neck, reached out and touched her face, coaxing her, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to laugh at you..."
"You're just...so cute..." Xiao Che suppressed a laugh: "I was just teasing you, baby, didn't you realize?"
"No! You're just taking advantage of the fact that I'm not smart!" The little girl was both angry and aggrieved, and she loudly accused, "You've gone too far!"
"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it's all my fault, sweetheart, don't be angry anymore, okay?"
"No!" Yan Jiarou pushed him away. To teach him a lesson, she decided not to forgive him so quickly: "Don't touch me, I don't want to talk to you anymore!"
"Oh? You don't want to talk to me?" Xiao Che forcefully turned the person around and said with a smile, "Then who will drink your Ruzhi?"
"You!" Yan Jiarou never expected him to dare bring this up again, and turned her face away, saying, "Anyway, I'm not giving you any..."
"Is that so? Yan Yan just said that it's not that she doesn't want to give it to me, it's just that she doesn't have it right now," he looked at her, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Does that mean you'll give it to me as soon as you have it later?"
"Is...is that so?" Yan Jiarou pretended not to understand. "What...did I say that? I...I don't remember. Maybe...maybe you misheard!"
Xiao Che narrowed his eyes and slightly curled the corners of his lips: "What, trying to renege on your debt?"
"If words can be taken back once spoken, then what about my previous statement about making up with you...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the little girl quickly turned back, hurriedly covering his lips with her hand, and said shyly, "Brother, I didn't mean to renege on my promise..."
Xiao Che smiled, deliberately licked her soft palm, and asked her, "Then, will you let me drink the baby's Ruzhi in the future?"
"I'll give it to... after I give birth to my baby, after I have... after I have you... then I'll give it to my brother..."
"Oh? After you give birth to your baby, whose baby will it be?"
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly: "I...I don't know..."
Xiao Che leaned close to her ear, gently bit her earlobe, and chuckled, "Silly girl, since you're going to give me your Ruzhi, the child you're carrying will naturally be mine."
He reached out and stroked her flat stomach, his voice hoarse, "This place will be filled with my things from now on. Little rabbit, will you give birth to a litter of baby rabbits for me?"
Jia Rou shrank back slightly in his arms: "No...don't have so many...I'm scared..."
No sooner had she finished speaking than a muffled laugh came from above: "Fool, why do you believe everything?"
"Just kidding, you're still a child yourself, why would you have a baby?"
He kissed her temple tenderly: "From beginning to end, all I've ever needed is one little rabbit."
—"The one in my arms."
——
The two lingered for a while longer, and Yan Jiarou didn't know why, even though she was about to get angry, she ended up kissing him in a daze.
When Xiao Che finally released her, she was already dazed and confused from all the kisses.
Qin Che reached out and steadied her swaying head, amused, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you drunk?"
"I don't drink..."
Xiao Che smiled and said, "That's just milk drunkenness."
As he spoke, he recalled his childhood and whispered in her ear, "Speaking of which, when you were little, you slept with me, and one night you even vomited milk on me. It was such a big bed, and you just had to vomit on me."
He gently bit her earlobe, a sly smile playing on his lips: "Yan Yan, you've always been so naughty since you were little."
"You...you're talking nonsense..."
"Nonsense? Go back and ask the nanny who took care of you since you were little, and you'll know whether I'm talking nonsense or not."
Yan Jiarou was taken aback. Judging from Xiao Che's tone, he didn't seem to be talking nonsense.
Although she didn't remember anything that happened before she was three years old, she knew that she had been raised by the Imperial Concubine until she was four or five years old. So, it was very likely that she slept in the same bed with Xiao Che when she was a baby.
Thinking of this, her confidence faltered, and her voice weakened: "Well... I was young then and didn't understand anything. Even if it's really like you said, I... I didn't mean to..."
Xiao Che had only casually mentioned it as a childhood anecdote, but seeing her so guilty, he felt like teasing her again and started to make a witty remark.
"Oh? If it wasn't intentional, then it can be pretended that nothing happened?"
"Then I didn't mean to beat you up, okay?"
"You...you..." Yan Jiarou's eyes widened: "What are you saying? How could that not be intentional!"
“Why not?” He took her wrist and guided her hand slowly downwards. “Look, it’s become like this because of you, and there’s nothing I can do about it.”
She recoiled immediately from the heat, but no matter how many times she was burned, she was still startled by his astonishing slowness.
Whether it was simply because she was frightened, or for some other reason, she pursed her lips, her heart pounding: "Xiao Che, could you... please stop..."
"I told you, not now... You promised me..."
Xiao Che didn't speak for a long time before finally letting out a soft "hmm." He rested his chin on her shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "I'm sorry, baby. Did I scare you?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, seemingly surprised that he would suddenly apologize to her. Had she said something too harsh?
She pursed her lips, gently patted his back, and said softly, "Actually... it's alright..."
She wasn't terrified; Xiao Che often treated her with lewdness, so she was already used to it.
Before actually seeing him like this, she never imagined that he would treat her like this one day...
She should record all his words and actions, bind them into a book, and distribute it to the women who admire him. If they knew that the usually aloof and cold Third Prince was actually like this in private, they would be terrified and would no longer like him.
Although she was used to it, she still felt resentful and distressed when she was bullied. She really wanted to let everyone see his true colors, make him lose face and feel ashamed, so as to vent her anger!
But then again, given Xiao Che's shamelessness, would he really care about such things?
While she was lost in thought, she suddenly felt a slight pain on the tip of her ear; Xiao Che had lightly bitten her.
His voice was still a little hoarse as he said, "It's your fault."
Yan Jiarou asked blankly, "What?"
Xiao Che gently rubbed against her soft neck, wondering if the strange disease was contagious. He felt that he was the one who was completely addicted. Yan Jiarou clearly only wanted his blood, but he had already given her his heart.
The situation seemed to be spiraling out of his control.
No one knew how much he liked her. The moment he saw her, he couldn't help but want to kiss and hug her, to let her body be imbued with his scent and his mark. Even these things could no longer satisfy his increasingly strong possessiveness; he wanted to completely possess her.
Only in this way could she truly belong to him. Yan Jiarou's wavering left him in a state of constant anxiety. He desperately wanted to do something to alleviate this unease. Perhaps only by repeatedly immersing himself in her body could he truly feel that she belonged to him.
He slowly lowered his eyelids, his voice betraying no emotion: "You're the one who made me like this, so blame yourself."
"How...how can you blame me?" The little girl's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression a mixture of grievance and genuine confusion, revealing a cruel naiveté: "I clearly...didn't do anything..."
Xiao Che curled his lips, looking at her with a mixture of helplessness and resentment. He couldn't help but pinch her plump cheek, his tone tinged with venting his anger: "You heartless little rabbit."
"Brother...you keep pinching me..." Yan Jiarou rubbed her cheeks with some dissatisfaction, looking at him with anger but not daring to speak out.
She was a little worried; her face was already quite chubby, and she wondered if pinching it would make it even more swollen. She'd recently noticed her breasts were getting increasingly swollen too, because Xiao Che would pinch them every time they met.
"Don't be so coquettish," Xiao Che gently rubbed her cheeks, but his words were sharp: "Who taught you to be so heartless?"
He gently pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.
After a long silence, he stepped back slightly, his hand still stroking her cheek. He looked at her intently, his Adam's apple bobbing, and said, "Then teach me."
He said, "How can I stop liking you so much?"
His handsome, arrogant face was inches away from hers. He stared at her intently, and though there were all things in the world, his beautiful, glassy pupils reflected only her image.
For the first time, she saw an almost vulnerable expression on his face. Yan Jiarou was momentarily stunned, her heart trembling slightly: "Brother...I..."
However, the next moment, that expression vanished from his face, replaced by his usual nonchalance, making one wonder if what they had just seen was merely an illusion: "Fine, you were born heartless."
"The matter of 'not liking me that much' is probably very easy for you. You never have to think about it, so you naturally don't have any insights into it. Asking you is a waste of my time."
“Let’s ask something more interesting,” he said with a casual smile, his fingertips lightly brushing against the soft flesh behind her ear, before circling back to the previous topic: “Baby, when you were little, you threw up all over me, how did you ever make it up to me?”
Why is it this again?
Yan Jiarou was at her wits' end with him. It had happened so many years ago, why was he still trying to settle scores with her? "Then tell me what to do."
Xiao Che slowly curled the corners of his lips: "Of course, I'll get you covered in it too."
He pulled her into his arms, letting her clearly feel the movement of his body.
Like some kind of dog, he nuzzled her cheek against her ingratiatingly as he begged for a reward, whispering softly in her ear. His voice was beautiful, and at this moment it was deliberately lowered, possessing a seductive sensuality: "Baby, I feel so bad, can you help me?"
Even the slow-witted Yan Jiarou realized what was going on. What did he mean by "compensating him for vomiting all over her"? How could he settle accounts like that? He had only mentioned it unintentionally, but it had escalated to this point because he had deliberately used it as an excuse.
However, she couldn't stand Xiao Che's nagging any longer, and with a soft heart, she agreed.
But she almost immediately regretted it, and nearly burst into tears: "I...how can I help you..."
"Xiao Che, I can't..."
"Don't be afraid," Xiao Che lowered his head and kissed her fingers one by one. Just thinking about how these fair and slender hands would pitifully hold his thing in a moment made his blood rush to a certain place. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll teach you."
…………
The carriage continued its journey on the official road. After an unknown amount of time, the curtain was suddenly lifted from the inside, and Xiao Che glanced at the person riding on horseback: "Xue Zhi."
Xue Zhi was taken aback and quickly turned around: "Master, what's wrong?"
Give me a pouch.
Xue Zhi immediately took out a pouch from his bag and handed it to Xiao Che, who took it and immediately lowered the sedan curtain.
Xue Zhi scratched his head and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be tea on the small table inside the carriage. Why did his master ask him for a water pouch?
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