Chapter 71 Normally, Yan Jiarou wouldn't dare say such things...
Yan Jiarou's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Xiao Che was clearly trying to provoke her.
He knew she was most susceptible to provocation.
If it were any other matter, she would have agreed, but it was this one.
The month-long period hadn't ended yet, and she didn't want anything to happen between her and Xiao Che so soon.
Once you've tried it with Xiao Che and the cinnabar on your arm fades, there's no going back.
She has always been hesitant and indecisive, always preferring to leave herself a way out, including in matters of the heart.
Provocation won't work on her when it comes to this matter.
"Fine, if I don't have the guts, I don't have the guts," she thought. "As expected, Xiao Che still won't let her gain any advantage verbally!"
She lowered her eyelashes, her eyes trembling slightly: "You win. I... I really didn't dare..."
"Ha," Xiao Che exhaled irritably, "I knew it."
"Useless thing."
"Don't dare? If you don't dare, why did you provoke me in the first place?"
"Yan Jiarou, you've been wicked since you were little."
Yan Jiarou: "...What? I only rejected you temporarily, why are you so angry? What does this have to do with when we were little... It's just that I peed on you a few times when I was a baby, I didn't do it on purpose..."
Xiao Che scoffed coldly, ignored her, got up and walked back, picked up a few water conservancy books he had obtained from the Water Conservancy Bureau, then returned, sat down by the headboard and began reading, without glancing at her again.
For a moment, the two fell silent. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the occasional sound of pages turning.
Yan Jiarou lay down next to Xiao Che, her cheeks bulging out from under the bedding, making her face look even plumper. She held her face in her hands and looked up at him intently.
After watching for a while, I came to two conclusions.
1. He's really good-looking.
Every angle is breathtakingly beautiful. Even this tricky upward angle is no exception. It's so beautiful you could look at it for a lifetime and never get tired of it.
Second: He seems angry again. ╮(╯▽╰)╭
Perhaps because of her strange illness, she often needed his help, so whenever he got angry and ignored her, she would instinctively feel uneasy and eager to coax him back.
She did indeed do that.
Her methods of coaxing him were never very sophisticated; she would simply sit astride him, snuggle into his arms, gently rub her cheek against him, and keep saying, "Brother, don't be angry..."
"I like you so much..."
"I like you the most..."
"Can I kiss you...?"
As she spoke, she haphazardly rubbed her face against his.
This way of trying to please people wasn't very clever, but Xiao Che just happened to fall for it.
But after a short while, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl upwards.
He pinched the back of her neck, lifted the little rabbit that was clinging tightly to him with its hands and feet, and glanced at her sideways: "What, trying to trick me for blood again?"
He remembered that the rabbit didn't have its blood drawn in the end on the carriage today.
After so long, it's time to want it.
Upon hearing this, Yan Jiarou subconsciously licked her lips, but quickly tightened her small face and said seriously, "No, it's not to trick people out of blood."
She said, "From now on, I won't be as unrestrained as before. I will wait until I really can't stand it anymore before I ask you for blood."
Xiao Che chuckled, his voice lazy: "Why? I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you, why are you holding back?"
Yan Jiarou suddenly cupped his face in her hands and said very seriously, "Because you will get hurt, you will feel pain, you will bleed, and I don't want that."
Xiao Che paused for a moment, then smirked and said half-jokingly, "What, feeling sorry for her?"
It was originally just a joke to cover up something, but unexpectedly Yan Jiarou actually answered, "Yes, I will feel sorry for you."
Those sincere and pure eyes seemed completely genuine.
Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart felt like it was being immersed in warm water, throbbing and aching in waves. In order not to let her see anything unusual, he only lowered his head slightly and said in a nonchalant tone, "I can't tell. You wouldn't have agreed to let me last time," he said, "I was almost going crazy with impatience."
Yan Jiarou bit her lip and whispered reproachfully, "Why did you bring that up again? Can't you be serious for once..."
Xiao Che finally looked up at her and asked, "Is it because I haven't looked well these past few days?"
He turned his head away, his voice somewhat muffled: "I told you, it's none of your business, it was my own choice."
“I know…” Yan Jiarou put her hands on his shoulders and neck, resting her chin on his shoulder. His shoulders were broad, and it was comfortable to lean on him no matter how she leaned.
After a long pause, he said, "Xiao Che, if possible, I still want to cure that strange illness."
Xiao Che casually said, "What, you want to cure this strange disease so that I'll be useless to you and you can just kick me aside, right?"
“No,” Yan Jiarou suddenly stepped back slightly, looked at him, and said seriously, “As long as the strange disease is cured, you won’t need to draw blood from me anymore.”
The little girl's gaze was sincere, and her beautiful, charming eyes were filled with concern and heartache for her.
She has already said that once.
She brought it up again and again, making him realize that she was truly sincere.
She actually had some genuine feelings for him.
It's a strange feeling. The person you cherish and treat with sincerity, you thought only had a shallow liking for you. After all, she was young and had been spoiled since childhood. She was delicate and demanding, how could she consider others?
But it turned out that wasn't entirely true. She treated him with a degree of the sincerity he had been hoping for. How could this not be considered an unexpected surprise?
His chest was filled with joy, and Xiao Che's heart softened instantly: "Silly boy, I don't need you to think about me."
“Yan Yan,” he pinched the back of her neck, pressed her close to him, and touched her forehead to his, sighing softly, “I have nothing that I cannot give you.”
Yan Jiarou said with a grin, "Even if it's life?"
Xiao Che lightly lifted her chin and chuckled, "If you want it, you can take it."
"However, the lives of the people of Lanling are not so easy to take."
Yan Jiarou blinked, tilted her head, and asked him, "What do you mean?"
"The people of Lanling have a strong healing ability. Ordinary knife and sword wounds cannot easily kill them. If you want to kill them with one blow, you have to go straight for their vital points. However, the vital points of the people of Lanling have always been a secret."
He looked at her: "Do you want to know?"
Yan Jiarou nodded subconsciously, but then immediately shook her head after realizing what she meant.
Xiao Che then smiled: "So, do you want to or not?"
"Of course I'm curious about your secrets. But since it concerns your life, I think it's better if fewer people know."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, a smile playing on his lips: "Are you afraid that if I die, you'll be a widow, hmm?"
Yan Jiarou immediately reached out and covered his mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about... what death? You can't say things like that..."
As if to retaliate against his loose tongue, she scoffed, "I'm not going to be a widow. We're not married. I can always turn around and find someone else..."
Xiao Che's eyes suddenly darkened, and the words he hadn't yet uttered were swallowed back down.
If Yan Jiarou dares to say something like that, it means she deserves a kiss.
No matter how naughty they are, a kiss will make them behave.
It was another punitive kiss. When the kiss ended, Xiao Che's expression showed a hint of satisfaction. Usually, his anger would have subsided by this time. Since she no longer had the strength to speak, she naturally couldn't make him angry anymore, so she was forced to appear exceptionally obedient.
Xiao Che leaned back lazily against the headboard, casually rubbing her head with one hand while holding a book in the other.
Yan Jiarou turned to look at him. His skin was pale and cold, like the first snow of early winter. Every part of his exposed skin was like that.
Only that protruding Adam's apple, which turns a faint pink when aroused, possesses an exceptionally alluring sexiness.
When Yan Jiarou draws blood, she likes to lick and touch his Adam's apple. For some reason, she subconsciously feels that this is the most vulnerable part of his neck, and he becomes particularly sensitive every time she touches it.
His body tensed instantly, and he froze completely.
It was as if holding this place in one's mouth was equivalent to holding his lifeline.
She rarely had the upper hand over him, so in these moments, she felt a secret sense of pride and excitement.
Moreover, his Adam's apple was already large, and it was easy for it to be stained with a thin layer of powder, which made it stand out even more.
It's really hard not to look up at it, and even to reach out and touch it, wanting to find out why it's so pink and so big. After all, it's something you don't have, so you're bound to be a little curious.
Then she couldn't resist reaching out to touch it again, but to avoid him misunderstanding, she explained, "I don't need to draw blood..."
She said, "I was just touching it..."
Xiao Che turned to look at her, hesitating to speak: "Speaking of blood, if I had known you were coming with me, I wouldn't have needed to... It's all a waste of my blood..."
"What?" Yan Jiarou was completely confused. "What was wasted?"
“It’s nothing,” Xiao Che said with a slight smile, glancing at her casually. “I’m afraid if I tell you, someone will like me even more—maybe I’ll just leave it at that.”
His tone was rather nonchalant and dismissive.
The one glance he gave her, tinged with a casual, alluring smile, made Yan Jiarou stare at him, then she heard her own voice say, "I like you more, isn't that good enough?"
Xiao Che then smiled.
"What's so good about it? The little bit of affection gained through favors and pity is no different from begging. I've never bothered with that kind of affection."
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, looking at him blankly: "Xiao Che, I don't understand..." She always felt that there was something behind his words, but she was too stupid to understand.
Kindness and compassion...
What kindness had Xiao Che shown her? It was nothing more than the matter of taking her blood. But in return, she had already repaid the debt. When he wanted to kiss her or hug her, she let him have his way.
She had a vague feeling that the kindness Xiao Che spoke of was probably more than just the kindness of taking her blood.
Thoughts flashed by like wisps of smoke, but they couldn't be grasped and quickly vanished before my eyes.
Yan Jiarou raised her hand and tapped her head with the heel of her palm, somewhat annoyed: "I don't know..."
Xiao Che reached out and pinched her cheek, laughing nonchalantly, "I told you long ago, you're just a clueless little fool."
"I'm not a fool!" Yan Jiarou straddled him angrily, pretending to grab his neck: "Say that again!"
Xiao Che leaned back cooperatively, watching her quirk with a smile, just like he always had: "Uh... someone's trying to murder their husband..."
Yan Jiarou blushed, unsure whether it was from embarrassment or anger: "What murder of your husband? You're talking nonsense..."
"Nonsense, oh, if it's not murdering your husband, then it's...flirting? Come on, madam, hit me harder. Haven't you had enough? Is that all the strength you have?"
"You... I can't argue with you... In short, Xiao Wenqi is the most annoying person in the world!"
He lazily gazed at her increasingly bright red earlobes, and laughed even more unrestrainedly.
She quickly realized that such playful fighting had no effect on Xiao Che; if she wanted him to feel uncomfortable, she had to try a different approach.
She looked at him, her eyes darting around, and loosened her grip on his neck, instead hooking her arms around him before kissing him.
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
Yan Jiarou's flirting was really clumsy, and her kisses were even more chaotic. He had taught her so many flirting techniques, but she could never seem to learn them.
She continued to kiss him indiscriminately like a child, nuzzling and rubbing against him haphazardly in his arms.
He judged her in his heart for her lack of progress, but her body was easily manipulated by his disdainful and unambitious teasing.
Dark lines slowly appeared in his pupils, his breathing became heavy, he pulled her slender waist and pressed her heavily against his body.
Just as he was about to return her kiss, she suddenly smiled slyly, like a slippery eel, and slipped out of his arms, rolling to the side as if she had planned it all along.
She pulled the blanket over her head, and a playful voice came from under it. "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep!"
Xiao Che laughed in exasperation: "You've put me in this awkward position, and now you're telling me you're sleepy?"
"I'm just sleepy!" Her voice was muffled by the thin blanket, slightly incoherent and dull, but her tone was still quite smug: "Because I'm not a little fool, I'm very smart!"
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow.
The girl's two sentences seemed unrelated and disjointed, yet he quickly understood her meaning.
So she was holding a grudge against him for calling her stupid and was deliberately tormenting him.
She was quite clever when it came to figuring out how to torment him!
He scoffed and ruthlessly pulled the blanket off her: "Get up and help me."
The two were of vastly different strengths. Xiao Che didn't even need to exert any effort before Yan Jiarou was already unable to protect her blanket.
With the blanket pulled off and thrown aside, her imposing manner instantly diminished by more than half.
Xiao Che patted her face, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Hurry up."
Yan Jiarou blinked, repeatedly recalling the few sad things in her life, and forced out a few tears, looking at him pitifully: "Third Brother, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep..."
Xiao Che didn't believe him at all, and just sneered, saying, "Don't pretend."
"Really..." The little girl rubbed her sleepy eyes, pretending to be really sleepy.
After a long day of travel, coupled with spending the entire day with Xiao Che, it was extremely exhausting. It would be strange if she wasn't sleepy.
Having barely managed to muster some energy by joking around with Xiao Che, the moment she touched the bed, drowsiness immediately washed over her.
She yawned, her voice languid and sleepy, and mumbled, "Brother, I'm tired..."
Xiao Che looked at her tired face and frowned.
He reached out and touched her face, then buried his face in her chest. It took a while for his agitation to subside.
He lowered his voice, his tone laced with malice: "I'll let you off the hook for now, but you'll regret this later."
Yan Jiarou said sleepily, "Okay... I'll be waiting for you..." Her tone was clearly one of complete indifference.
Xiao Che pinched her face, his thumb and forefinger pressing against her fair cheek, and narrowed his eyes: "What, are you sure I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"
"Then you'd better pray that you don't contract any strange illness, or be poisoned by some curse or drug that I have to help you get rid of. If that day ever comes," he said softly, rubbing her rosy lips with his thumb, "I will definitely fuck you to death."
Her words clearly contained danger, but Jia Rou didn't care at all. Upon hearing this, she just giggled and said, "Third Brother, you're so stupid! I begged you to bully me? I'm not an idiot! Are you talking in your sleep?"
"I wouldn't touch those kinds of random drugs myself, so how could I have come into contact with them? It's even more impossible for someone else to drug me. I'm just a fake princess, a dispensable person. Who would bother with me?"
“I will,” Xiao Che said hatefully, biting her delicate neck. “I’ll drug you and make you cry and beg me to fuck you.”
"You wouldn't..." Yan Jiarou's sleepiness deepened, and her voice grew softer and softer: "If you were that kind of person, you would have done it already..."
As she spoke, she rolled over and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her face against his chest, and said in a sticky, affectionate voice, "I'm not talking to you anymore, Third Brother, I'm really sleepy... I want to sleep..."
Her soft, delicate body pressed tightly against him, and the restlessness that had just subsided rose again. Xiao Che's Adam's apple bobbed, and he closed his eyes, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. He pushed her shoulder with his hand and frowned, saying, "Stay away from me."
"No, please," she clung to her even more, "I only feel safe when I'm holding you, otherwise I won't be able to sleep in this unfamiliar place..."
Xiao Che was exasperated by her persistence. He chuckled and said in a hoarse voice, "You're really bold. You sleep with me and insist on holding me while you sleep. Aren't you afraid that I'll do something to you after you fall asleep? Don't cry to me then. You brought this on yourself. You're just asking for trouble."
"Brother, you're so noisy..." Yan Jiarou muttered somewhat discontentedly, her small hand groping for his lips. After gauging the spot, she tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and kissed him, mumbling indistinctly, "I want to shut you up..."
Xiao Che slowly opened his eyes wide.
It's quite rare to see a rabbit take the initiative to be affectionate towards people.
Just as he was about to enjoy it, those two soft lips only touched him lightly before leaving.
Xiao Che: "?"
Xiao Che frowned and looked over. He saw that the little girl was breathing evenly and deeply, her fair cheeks were flushed with a faint blush, and her lips were slightly parted. She had already fallen asleep.
Xiao Che: "…………"
He was so angry at her that he almost laughed.
In the entire Great Wei, probably no one knew better than her how to torment him.
That's good. If he were a prisoner, sending Little Rabbit to interrogate her would surely make him confess everything in no time.
To him, her methods were nothing short of any form of torture.
Utterly immoral.
But then again, wasn't he already a prisoner in her eyes?
He drew a circle around himself for her, and bowed down to her as her subject.
His life and death were always entirely in her hands.
He gave a self-deprecating laugh.
He gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. Seeing her sleeping so soundly, completely carefree, he suddenly felt annoyed and pinched her lightly: "You naughty brat."
He buried his face in front of her, his voice low and resentful as he said, "You're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you..."
Yan Jiarou let out an uncomfortable groan in her sleep.
He immediately released her hand, gently rubbed the spot where he had pinched her, and kissed her forehead soothingly before finally coaxing her, "Okay, baby, go to sleep."
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