Chapter 86 "Xiao Che, I will marry you..."
A little girl's fair and rosy face suddenly loomed in front of him. Her almond-shaped eyes were dark and bright, with a thin layer of moisture on them. Her eyelashes were thick and curled, and her expression was still innocent and naive.
Her cheeks are plump, which shows that she is very young.
The lingering red at the corners of her eyes, imbued with an indescribable allure after the events of love, added to her charm.
It's like a ripe, juicy peach.
Juicy...
She was indeed full and juicy.
Seeing that Xiao Che did not answer, she said in a muffled, coquettish voice, "What I said, wasn't it right? Wasn't it right?"
Xiao Che gently pinched her chin, lifting it slightly upwards, and glanced at her lazily, smiling casually: "Baby,"
"Have I ever told you that sometimes you can't be this cute in front of me?"
The little girl looked confused: "What...does that mean?"
“It means,” he chuckled indistinctly, then kissed her mercilessly, “that I can’t help but tease you.”
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Yan Jiarou, who was inexplicably kissed, was not angry. She still clung to him affectionately, pecking at him every now and then.
Xiao Che chuckled and ruffled her hair, his smile lazy.
That's enough, baby.
"Are you going to sleep or not?"
"But I won't see you when I'm asleep,"
Yan Jiarou blinked innocently: "I'll miss it."
Caught off guard, Xiao Che was once again showered with sweet words by her. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't help but smile and say, "Little Rabbit has learned to flirt too."
"This isn't flirting, it's my genuine feeling!"
"Wow, that's a pretty high rank."
Yan Jiarou puffed out her cheeks: "I mean it!"
Xiao Che curled up the corners of his lips and said lazily, "You like me that much?"
Yan Jiarou rubbed her cheek against him: "I like it very much, I can't live without my brother anymore..."
"Is that so?" Xiao Che seemed lost in thought, offering only a faint reply as he toyed with her slender, fair fingers. "How can you prove it?"
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment: "I..."
This moment of stunned silence made Xiao Che feel a strange sense of irritation.
He pinched her plump cheek, looked at her deeply, his Adam's apple bobbing, and asked only, "Do you like me or Xiao Jue? Who do you like more?"
Yan Jiarou's red lips parted slightly, and she was stunned for a moment.
As expected, Xiao Che still cares a lot about his elder brother, the Crown Prince.
After all this time, I still have to ask this question.
She used to be most afraid of him asking this question, simply because even she herself couldn't tell the answer.
She felt that both of them were her brothers, and she liked them both equally, so she couldn't tell who she liked better. Why did Xiao Che always force her to make a choice?
But she knows now.
Even though she liked them both, her feelings for Xiao Che and Xiao Jue were different.
She never blushes or gets flustered just because someone gets close to her.
Unless that person is Xiao Che.
Last night's wild and depraved sexual encounter made her realize this even more.
She only wanted to do this kind of thing with Xiao Che.
No one but him could do it.
Xiao Jue was no exception.
From childhood to adulthood, she firmly believed that she liked Xiao Jue and disliked Xiao Che.
However, she never realized that her so-called "dislike" for Xiao Che far outweighed her "liking" for Xiao Jue.
Whether you like it or hate it, it's all just an emotion.
Love and hate are intertwined; how can disliking someone to the extreme not be considered a kind of affection?
Throughout the entire process, the only person who could truly stir her emotions was Xiao Che.
She wrapped her arms around Xiao Che's neck, blinked, and smiled with a hint of slyness: "Between you and Xiao Jue, I don't like you more."
Xiao Che's blood froze instantly, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
But then Yan Jiarou smiled and leaned in to kiss him, whispering in his ear, "I only like you, brother."
This was like experiencing both ice and fire, giving Xiao Che a real taste of what it meant to go from hell to heaven.
He was amused and reached out to pinch her chubby cheek: "Well, little rabbit has turned bad."
"It's not that I've gone bad, it's just a little flirting trick." Yan Jiarou's face was being pinched, and her speech was a little unclear, but you could still hear the smugness in her voice: "I learned it all from my brother."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow and patted her cheek: "Alright, Little Rabbit has graduated."
Yan Jiarou couldn't resist the praise. She was always overjoyed when Xiao Che praised her, and immediately clung to him affectionately, saying, "Thank you, brother."
"Just words of thanks?" Xiao Che glanced at her sideways. "No action whatsoever?"
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment, her face showing some embarrassment. She lowered her head and stammered for a long time before saying with difficulty, "But I... I've already let you have your way with me all night, and down there... it's already swollen..."
Xiao Che, who was usually shameless, looked somewhat uncomfortable this time, even when Yan Jiarou was acting this way: "Ahem, that's not what I meant."
Yan Jiarou raised her head, seemingly somewhat surprised: "What...is that?"
Xiao Che was amused and pinched her chin, slowly narrowing his eyes: "What, in your eyes, is your third brother such a lustful person?"
"Isn't it true...ever since I needed to draw your blood, you...you've always wanted to do 'that' with me..."
"Silly girl, I only do this because I like you."
He caressed her rosy lips, pressing his thumb down gently: "The action I'm referring to is that I want my sister to consider our long-term future."
"Now that we are far from the capital, it's just the two of us. We can do whatever we want and spend all day together without having to worry about anything else."
"But after returning to the palace, must we still have to live like before, sneaking around and hiding from the world?"
“I don’t like that. What does that mean?” He looked at Yan Jiarou, his voice tender. “What I mean is, I want to be with you openly and honestly from now on. I want everyone to know that we love each other and are a match made in heaven.”
"Yan Yan, now that we're together, you wouldn't sleep with me and then refuse to take responsibility, would you?"
"I just want a title, otherwise what am I?"
“Brother? No brother in the world would do such a thing to his sister.”
"I can't be your brother, I can only be your husband."
He raised his arm and pointed to a spot, saying, "Look, there used to be a chastity-preserving cinnabar here, but it's gone now, because it was meant to help you cure your illness. This was something I specially saved for my new wife, but it's gone now."
"Tell me, what should we do?"
He pinched the back of her neck and said meaningfully, "It seems there's no better way than to compensate me with someone, don't you think?"
"I..." Yan Jiarou looked at him blankly, blinked, and finally, under his gentle coaxing, gave him the answer he wanted: "Then just give myself to you, wouldn't that be better?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck, looked at him intently, and said firmly, "Xiao Che, I will take responsibility for you."
Xiao Che's heart suddenly started racing. He felt his throat was dry, and when he opened his mouth, his voice trembled slightly: "How are you going to take responsibility for me, Yan Yan? Explain yourself."
Yan Jiarou parted her lips slightly, thought for a moment, and tried her best to find some words that Xiao Che would like to hear: "I... after returning to the capital, I will tell my father about our matter, and I will ask him to grant us a marriage..."
"Xiao Che, I will marry you, I will be your wife, I will always be by your side, and I will only love you."
Xiao Che was momentarily dazed, his blood flowed faster, and a strange thumping sounded in his ears. His soul seemed to be detached from his body. After an unknown amount of time, he heard his voice beside him, asking with a hint of trepidation, "Really? Yan Yan, you're not lying to me?"
After years of unrequited love, his dream was finally fulfilled. Overjoyed, he felt it was all too real.
Perhaps it is his childhood experiences that make him feel insecure.
What he cherished never truly belonged to him.
He has been losing all along.
In this world, there are very few people who truly care about him.
So much so that when fate finally smiled upon him and Yan Jiarou agreed to his request, he felt a sense of "fear of returning home".
He was the one who coaxed her into saying the words "marriage," and now that she had actually said them as he wished, he was no longer sure.
He took her hand, kissed it reverently, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Yan Yan, you need to think this through. After we return to the palace, are you really willing to marry me?"
He seemed to recall something, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. His gaze fell on a point in the void, revealing a sense of desolate emptiness, and he murmured as if in a dream:
Do you know what it feels like to have your wish fulfilled, only to be disappointed again?
"Nothing in this world is more cruel than gaining and then losing it."
"If you can't do it, don't make promises lightly."
He said, "I can't fall for your lies again."
Yan Jiarou didn't know why, but hearing him say that, she felt a tight pain in her heart and felt even more sorry for him. She cupped his face in her small hands, looked at him deeply and said, "Xiao Che, this time, I will never lie to you again. I am serious. I choose you. There is no other option. I will only choose you."
"What are you worried about? Look at me now, I can't live without you... Xiao Che, you have no idea how much I love you..."
“These past few days, I've felt that every day I'm with you, I like you more than the day before. How could I not choose you?”
"Besides, we've already... and I can no longer have anything to do with my brother, the Crown Prince. I can only marry you..."
Xiao Che grabbed her wrist, keenly catching the possible hidden meaning in her words, a fierce glint in his eyes: "You mean, because you lost your virginity to me, you will be unacceptable to Xiao Jue, and that's why you have no choice but to marry me?"
"Of course not! Why can't you understand what I mean?"
The little girl hurriedly explained, "Xiao Wenqi, that's not what I meant..."
"What I mean is, I like you more now, that's why I want to marry you. Could you please stop...stop mentioning the Crown Prince...stop mentioning Xiao Jue?"
Xiao Che turned his face away, his tone not very friendly: "If I don't mention it, do you not want to think about it anymore?"
"Of course! Right now, you're the only one on my mind."
"When I was little, my nanny told me that when a person lies, their heartbeat quickens because they feel guilty, and you can tell just by touching them. I tried it back then and it was true."
As she spoke, she pulled his large hand over and placed it on her chest, her expression unusually serious as she said, "If you don't believe me, feel it and see if I'm lying."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
A moment later, Yan Jiarou blinked and looked at him expectantly: "Did you touch it?"
“I touched it,” Xiao Che said casually, giving it a quick rub, his expressionless expression saying, “Your breasts are very large.”
Yan Jiarou: "...?! Brother... how could you do this..."
"How about me?" Xiao Che chuckled and withdrew his hand. "Silly girl, you've grown up now, your flesh is overflowing, I can't even feel your heartbeat anymore, this trick doesn't work anymore."
Yan Jiarou gave a soft snort, wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed back and forth, saying, "I don't care, I just didn't lie, I'm serious... You have to believe my brother..."
She rolled her eyes, then suddenly had a brilliant idea: "That's right, I can also swear that if I'm lying to you, may I one day also experience the taste of gaining and then losing."
“What did you gain and then lose?” Xiao Che raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me it’s one of your countless foods.”
“Of course not!” Yan Jiarou’s cheeks puffed out: “It’s not one of my countless foods, something that’s dispensable. It’s you, the one and only Xiao Wenqi in this world.”
"Me?" Xiao Che chuckled softly. "Fool, I can't tell whether your vow is a punishment for you or a curse for me. If you gain it and then lose it, how will I fare?"
He sighed softly and ruffled her hair: "When will our Yan Yan become a little smarter, hmm?"
Yan Jiarou hung her head, looking somewhat defeated: "I...I'm so stupid. I don't know how to make you believe me, but I'm sincere. Even if you don't say it tonight, I will bring up the matter of asking Father Emperor to grant us a marriage...Xiao Che, I will marry you, not for any other reason than because I have realized my own feelings. I like you, and I like you more and more..."
"You like me?" Xiao Che lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought. "So even if I hadn't brought it up tonight, you would have brought up marriage on your own initiative. It wasn't because the chastity-preserving sand disappeared that you wanted to marry me... So you could say you like me, but why did you only want to marry me after tonight? What do you like about me, my body?"
Yan Jiarou's eyes showed a hint of confusion: "Xiao Che, I don't understand..." Isn't liking his body the same as liking him?
Xiao Che stared at her for a long time, as if in a silent confrontation.
Finally, he forced a defeated smile, stroking her soft cheek with his thumb. She still looked bewildered, innocent yet cruel: "Fine, as long as you're willing to stay by my side."
As for why I stayed by his side—whether it was because I needed to get medicine and couldn't leave him, or because I liked his body—it doesn't matter anymore.
In short, things are different now. Now that he has her, he will never let go.
As long as she agrees to marry him, he has plenty of time to let her slowly fall in love with him.
Whether she had ulterior motives or not is not important.
Even if there were any, he should feel fortunate that she couldn't live without him and that she liked his body.
If you already like his body, how far are you from liking him as a person?
He shouldn't be so anxious and insecure anymore.
He stroked her chin, feigning nonchalance, and said, "So, after sleeping with you once, you want to marry me? If I'd known it was this easy, I should have slept with you in my study earlier."
That being said, he would never actually force her. The so-called "should have" is nothing but a paradox.
Yan Jiarou blushed slightly upon hearing this, and said reproachfully, "Brother..."
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Although it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, after tonight, the vow to grow old together is considered to be set.
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