Chapter 98 Suddenly, a strange sensation arose within him...
Yan Jiarou was startled. The moment she saw Xiao Che clearly, a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, but then, as if remembering something, it gradually dimmed. She looked at him with teary eyes and hesitantly called out, "Third...Third Brother..."
Xiao Che looked down at her, his brows furrowing slightly: "Did you hurt yourself?"
Yan Jiarou subconsciously shook her head, but then she thought that if she said it didn't hurt, Xiao Che would think she was fine and might just leave without paying attention to her. So she quickly nodded, her eyes red, and looked at him with a pitiful expression: "It hurts... Brother... It hurts..."
As she spoke, she reached out and secretly tugged at the hem of his drooping robe.
Hmph, if I grab a corner of his robe and hold it in my hand, he won't be able to escape.
Xiao Che noticed the commotion below, looked down, and gave a slight smirk: "Fool."
The little girl blushed slightly and lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly: "Brother..."
"Royal sister," a hand suddenly reached out, its fingers long and slender, white as jade, with a few pale blue veins protruding slightly on the back of the hand: "How long do you plan to lie on the ground?"
Xiao Che glanced at her indifferently: "Aren't you getting up?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, then quickly offered her hand, smiling sweetly, "Mmm!"
The little girl's hands were soft and warm, with plenty of flesh in the palms, like the paw pads of some small animal, and felt wonderful to the touch.
Xiao Che gently pinched her breast, a slight smile playing on his lips, and with a little effort, pulled her up from the ground.
His "slight exertion" was an irresistible force for Yan Jiarou. Not only did it help her stand up, but it went too far. Her whole body leaned forward uncontrollably, and she bumped into his arms. Like a little mouse falling into a rice jar, she immediately wrapped her arms around his strong, lean waist, rubbed her cheek against his chest, and began to whine and whimper, "Brother, brother..."
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, pressing her shoulder as if to push her away. Yan Jiarou sensed his intention and clung to him even tighter, whimpering, "Don't...don't push me away, brother..."
Xiao Che: "..." So they've stuck together already?
He patted her head and asked, "Can you still walk?"
Fearing that Xiao Che would abandon her, Yan Jiarou immediately said, "No!"
She sounded a little guilty after she finished speaking, and stammered, "I need my brother... my brother can help me..."
Xiao Che gave an "Oh?" and slightly curled the corner of his lips: "Then why aren't you letting go, Imperial Sister?"
Yan Jiarou paused upon hearing this, thinking that Xiao Che meant for her to let him go. Her lips trembled, and her voice immediately turned into a sob: "I don't want to, sob... Brother, I don't want to..."
"Why are you crying?"
Xiao Che gently stroked her shoulder through the gauze: "You don't want me to support you, do you? How can I help you walk when you're clinging to me so tightly?"
“Royal sister,” he said, “let go, I won’t leave.”
Yan Jiarou slowly released him, stepping back slightly to peek at him. Her pale face was streaked with tears; she had cried so hard earlier and was still sobbing, "Brother..."
Xiao Che hadn't spoken to her for three days. These past few days had felt like an eternity. She felt like she was falling ill with lovesickness for him. She had only intended to steal a glance at him, but once her eyes fell on his face, she couldn't look away...
Xiao Che raised an eyebrow, looked at the little princess staring blankly at him, and smiled slightly.
He raised his hand to wipe away her tears and sighed softly, "My royal sister, how did you become a little kitten again?"
This was the gentlest tone Xiao Che had used on her in the past few days. It was much more pleasant to hear than his words in Ren'an Palace, where he distanced himself from her and told her to marry Xiao Jue. All the grievances she had felt over the past few days suddenly welled up inside her, and Yan Jiarou's nose tingled, almost bringing tears to her eyes again.
Xiao Che stroked her soft cheek and asked, "Where are you hurt?"
Yan Jiarou was taken aback, sniffed, and suppressed the sourness in her nose. She made up a lie, saying, "Ugh... my ankle... I twisted my left ankle..."
Xiao Che frowned slightly: "Then help me up, and I'll take you back to Chenghuan Palace."
"Uh-huh!"
Yan Jiarou happily took Xiao Che's hand, saying she was helping him walk forward, but actually she leaned on him as if she had no bones on one side.
She recalled lying about twisting her ankle and deliberately limping forward, her mind completely on Xiao Che.
After taking a couple of steps, Xiao Che turned around and looked her up and down. He raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, "Royal sister, you just said that your left foot was injured?"
Yan Jiarou was so focused on looking at him that she nodded dizzily, "Mmm..."
“That’s strange,” Xiao Che said. “Since my sister injured her left foot, why does she limp on her right foot when she walks?”
Yan Jiarou was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, her fair face turned bright red. She was embarrassed and ashamed, and she was also afraid that Xiao Che would get angry again and ignore her. All these emotions were intertwined. She was tormented and helpless. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She buried her head in Xiao Che's arms, hugged his waist tightly, and burst into tears.
Xiao Che gently pressed the back of her neck and sighed, "Royal sister, I haven't said anything to you yet, why are you crying again?"
"I'm sorry... brother... I lied to you... I... I didn't twist my left ankle, I just made it up... I just wanted you to stay with me a little longer..."
Xiao Che smiled and said, "Yes, I can tell."
Yan Jiarou lifted her head from Xiao Che's embrace, her cheeks streaked with tears, her eyes misty with moisture, her thick eyelashes trembling, and tears streaming down her face. "I'm so stupid, I can't even lie properly... But... although I didn't twist my ankle, I did hurt it. My ankle seems to have been scraped, it hurts a bit. Although it's not so bad that I can't walk, it's not entirely a lie to you, please don't be angry..."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Che frowned and helped Jia Rou sit down on the railing.
He knelt down in front of her, took one of her legs, and began to remove her stockings: "Let me see."
She pulled down her stockings, revealing her snow-white ankles, which indeed had several bloodstains on them. They were probably caused by the pebbles on the veranda when she fell. Although the wounds were not deep, they were still particularly glaring against her milky skin.
With just one glance, Xiao Che felt a surge of unease in his heart.
A surge of resentment rose from the depths of his heart. He closed his eyes tightly, and at that moment, only one thought occupied his mind.
He hurt the little rabbit.
No one in this world can hurt her, including him.
Seeing his expression suddenly turn sour, Yan Jiarou assumed he was still angry that she had lied to him, so she nervously apologized, "Brother, I'm sorry..."
Xiao Che looked up at her, his eyes still filled with hostility, and his tone was far from kind. He said, "There's more to it than just this one thing you should apologize for."
Yan Jiarou was startled, her lips trembled, and tears were about to fall again when she was suddenly lifted into the air. For a moment, she forgot to cry and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, blinking as she asked, "...Brother?"
Xiao Che carried her forward, then turned to look at her upon hearing this, and smiled slightly: "Carrying you back is—consider it compensation for Little Rabbit's injury."
"Alright, we'll settle our accounts later. Let's go to Chenghuan Palace first, and I'll apply the medicine for you."
Yan Jiarou blinked, her tears turning into laughter. She happily swung her legs, her eyes darting around, when suddenly she remembered something and quickly said, "Then I need to check if there are any other injuries!"
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
The little girl's eyes sparkled, and she said earnestly, "I want more compensation!"
Xiao Che smiled slightly and said, "Fool."
The little girl puffed out her cheeks and said seriously, "Brother, I'm not stupid, I'm serious."
Xiao Che glanced at her and said lazily, "Stop looking. What compensation do you want? I'll give it to you directly."
"R-really?" The little girl's face flushed, and she stammered, "Then I'll...take it myself..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned Xiao Che's handsome face and, with lightning speed, planted a kiss on his cheek.
Just then, a breeze blew through the corridor, and the copper bells hanging from the eaves swayed gently in the wind, tinkling softly.
Xiao Che suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He turned to scrutinize the shameless girl, raising an eyebrow slightly: "We are now just an ordinary brother and sister in the palace. Imperial sister, please have some self-respect."
"What..." Yan Jiarou protested, baring her teeth and brandishing her claws, "I don't care about self-respect!"
She tilted her head and blinked: "Brother, are you playing some kind of role-playing game?"
“You’re going to play the role of an ordinary brother and sister with me, right? Ordinary brother and sister can’t be this close, and the sister can’t drool over the brother. I’ve broken the rules, so the brother said I…” She bit her finger and said with a puzzled look, “But this game isn’t fun at all, I don’t want to play anymore.”
Xiao Che's lips twitched slightly: "...Who's playing games with you?"
"Weren't we just playing a game..." Yan Jiarou stopped biting her fingers, staring blankly at him, her eyes gradually welling up with tears again: "Then I definitely don't want to..."
She angrily accused, "I don't believe it! When you treated me like that before, you didn't say we were just ordinary siblings!"
Xiao Che gave an "Oh?" and asked with a playful tone, "How did I ever treat you?"
"You...you bullied me..." Yan Jiarou said, her face flushed. "When you were slapping my breasts...you didn't say that..."
"That... Royal Sister, if we really have to come up with something, wasn't it all to help you get treatment?"
Yan Jiarou stared at him in disbelief: "You... how could you do this? You've started this relationship and then abandoned me. You can't do this. You did that to me, so you have to marry me..."
Xiao Che had been waiting for this very sentence, and a cold smile crept across his lips as he said, "Didn't I say I wanted to marry you? Who was it that kept saying that for the sake of the Crown Prince, you couldn't marry me, and then went on to start something and then abandon me? My dear sister, who can compare to you?"
"I..." Yan Jiarou opened her mouth, about to say something, when a strange and familiar restlessness suddenly arose in her body.
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