Shang Changge took the opportunity to reach out and touch the stubble that had grown on Xiao Ji's chin:
"General Xiao looks much older than I have seen him in just a few days."
With her chin slightly raised, she openly and honestly kissed the man's cheek.
Their eyes met; his long, beautiful, almond-shaped eyes were filled with interest. (Note:)
"Remember to shave your stubble clean when you get back; it's prickly and not easy to kiss."
Xiao Ji's eyes were deep and somber as he cupped half of the woman's beautiful face in his hand.
"I've always been curious whether the princess is aware of the consequences of such blatant intimacy with me. What if word gets out..."
Shang Changge: "How is it?"
Shang Changge's smile widened, and the hand that was hooked around Xiao Ji's neck moved downwards.
Instead, she grabbed Xiao Jikuan's shoulder and pressed down hard, pulling the man who was bent over in front of her into her arms.
The gasps of Qingyao and the others behind him rose one after another, but Shang Changge paid no attention.
He hugged Xiao Ji and patted his back, then pinched the man's soft ear, his nonchalant voice languid and alluring:
"Xiao Ji, if it weren't for the fact that the time wasn't right, I would have slept with you."
After all, she wasn't a native of Qingyan; people who survive in the apocalypse value enjoying life to the fullest.
Because you never know when you might turn into a zombie or just die. It's a pity.
In the apocalypse, she couldn't find a man who matched her aesthetic preferences; she spent all her time either killing zombies or searching for supplies.
She had neither the time nor the inclination. Now that she'd finally transmigrated into a book, and managed to meet someone...
The other person kept taking the initiative to get closer to her, saying that he liked her and that it was okay to be close to her.
It wouldn't sound good if word got out? That wasn't a consideration for her.
They already had a bad reputation, so what were they afraid of making a scene?
However, her interest in Xiao Ji is currently limited to kisses, hugs, lifting him up high, and light, fleeting physical contact.
It wasn't quite to the point where she wanted to get intimate with Xiao Ji and do anything indescribable.
Qingyao was the closest.
She felt she had overheard something she shouldn't have, and her feelings were both complicated and heavy.
He suddenly took five or six steps back and turned to glare at the oblivious and tactless maids and servants.
The maids and servants jumped in alarm, no longer daring to eavesdrop, and quickly retreated.
Did they hear what the princess just said? Of course they did, they're not deaf. Would they dare say it in private? Yes.
Do you dare spread this message outside the manor?
They dare not; they don't want to die yet.
The princess and her noble family were nothing but ants to them. For the princess to take their lives and the lives of their families would be effortless.
Besides, they receive a considerable monthly salary, so why would they risk their own and their families' lives by saying a few inappropriate things?
While Qingyao and the others had their own reactions, Xiao Ji remained silent, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he stared intently at Shang Changge.
Shang Changge wondered: Was he... frightened by his own outrageous words?
Hesitantly, he reached out a paw, his gesture full of reassurance: first patting Xiao Ji's head, then patting the man's broad, reassuring back.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm not that crazy yet."
Xiao Ji remained unresponsive until Shang Changge, full of questions, was about to ask when he finally sighed.
With an iron arm around the woman's soft waist, he leaned his face against Shang Changge's shoulder and neck, closed his eyes, and whispered:
"These words and these deeds, the princess may only say to me and do to me alone."
It was like an overbearing announcement, yet also like a discussion.
Shang Changge disliked others making empty promises to her, and she also disliked making empty promises to others.
She would only speak of things she was certain she could do, frankly telling the man as she kneaded his earlobe with her fingertips:
"I do not have the bad habit of being fickle. Before I lose interest in General Xiao, there will be no one else."
Xiao Ji's breathing became heavy for a moment, a sign of displeasure. His arms tightened around the woman's waist, a feeling of indescribable frustration washing over him.
The current position between the two made Xiao Ji very uncomfortable, not psychologically, but physically, specifically in his joints.
With a swift movement, he lifted Shang Changge from the old chair, then lay down in her arms.
Shang Changge, once again being held like a rag doll: ...
Good grief, they really don't hold back!
Thinking about the dark circles under Xiao Ji's eyes that I had just seen, I gave up the urge to do anything more.
She turned around and used Xiao Ji as a human cushion, pressing her beautiful face against the man's broad chest.
After rubbing against it comfortably, it reached through Xiao Ji's robes to touch his stomach with its paws, and without turning its head, gave the order:
"Qingyao, send someone to the kitchen. Have them prepare some delicious food and send it over."
Then he added, "Oh, by the way, remember that at least two of the dishes must be sweet."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ji's pale lips, which had been pressed into a straight line, silently curved upwards.
The slight disappointment between his stern brows faded as he noticed the little rascal in his arms examining the injury on his arm.
He opened his eyes, which had been closed to rest, and took in Shang Changge's subtly furrowed brows, which made him even more pleased.
Xiao Ji was happy, but Qing Yao was very distressed.
On the one hand, he wanted to tell the princess that such closeness with the general was improper, but it wasn't appropriate to say it in front of so many people.
He could only feign composure and instruct someone to inform the kitchen. On one hand, a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart...
With the princess and the general so close, it seems unlikely they will go astray again...
The phrase "went astray" made Qingyao uncontrollably recall her outrageous and unconventional dream.
His breath hitched, and he no longer had the mind to think about whether the princess and general's current actions were in accordance with propriety.
The kitchen dared not neglect the princess's orders.
The food was quickly prepared and brought over. The pavilion was large and had a stone table inside, just right for eating.
Xiao Ji brought Shang Changge many gifts upon his return, including local gold, silver, jade, silk, satin, and food.
There were even some exquisitely crafted weapons and hidden weapons suitable for women, as well as two bottles of red pills that were priceless and could cure all poisons.
Shang Changge is immune to all poisons.
I don't need this kind of thing, but I don't want to expose myself, and I'm thinking of my handsome younger brother.
So they kept only one bottle, and let Xiao Ji take the other one back with him.
Xiao Ji was unwilling.
He embraced Shang Changge, letting him sit on his lap, greedily inhaling the fragrance of the peonies he had longed for day and night, their bodies entwined in each other's arms.
"The princess is delicate and precious, so it's better to keep some extra just in case."
The current situation is extremely tense, and we must be on guard.
Shang Changge discovered that Xiao Ji was quite clingy; he hugged her as soon as he came back, and even after dinner, as if he wanted to be close to her all the time.
However, she quite enjoyed this kind of close contact and didn't dislike it, so she let Xiao Ji have his way, stuffing the medicine bottle into Xiao Ji's palm and starting to ramble on:
"I still have quite a few on hand, General Xiao, you should keep them for yourself."
And educate:
"Don't take your life for granted, and don't do anything foolish that will harm you."
Shang Changge was not happy that she had not received a reply from Xiao Ji for a long time.
Her hand touched the man's narrow waist and pinched it, the force neither too light nor too heavy, the last syllable of her voice playful:
"If General Xiao dies or is injured, I can't guarantee I won't seek a new favorite."
These words worked, and Xiao Ji took them to heart. Shang Changge's red lips swelled up. Don't ask, the answer is that Xiao Ji kissed her while pinching her waist.
The servants had been dismissed long ago, and now only Qingyao remained, guarding the area not far away.
The two became increasingly unrestrained, their passionate kisses deep and lingering, savoring the experience again and again.
One was to vent the longing of the past few days, and the other was to make up for the intimacy of the past few days.
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