Xie Jiang drank half a cup of water, her mouth still tasting bitter. Gazing at Yi Yan Geng’s moving lips as he spoke, she suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and pulled his handsome face close.
Then, to his confused gaze, she kissed his lips.
Yue Yue, holding a box of preserved fruits, blushed. Her dazed eyes didn't know where to look. Aunt He quickly pulled her away and to the door.
After they separated, panting, Xie Jiang smiled at him and said, "You're much sweeter than preserved fruits. How will I take my medicine without you from now on?"
Yi Yan Geng’s face turned crimson. The hand around her slender waist lingered, reluctant to let go. "Does Marquis Xie still lack someone to assist with medicine? Isn't there Xia Rong Yu?"
Yi Yan Geng was initially filled with sweetness, but he suddenly recalled the scene by the lake on Jade Pot Island last night.
This philanderer had been embracing Xia Rong Yu, forcefully nuzzling her face. If he hadn't arrived in time to stop him…
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She thought she was a pig! Nuzzling all over the place!
He had wanted to settle scores with her then, but she had come down with a fever unexpectedly!
Xie Jiang looked bewildered. "What Xia Rong Yu? Are you talking about the Third Prince?"
"It's nothing."
Seeing that she truly didn't remember, Yi Yan Geng’s anger subsided slightly, but how could he deliberately remind her?
Xie Jiang, however, became a little interested. "You think Xia Rong Yu is also someone who can assist with medicine?" Her eyes were full of delight.
"You actually have such intentions?" The anger that had just subsided immediately flared up. Yi Yan Geng's face turned from red to dark.
Xie Jiang cried out in injustice. "Didn't you ask me to find Xia Rong Yu to help with the medicine? So, are you testing me? Tell me, how can your heart be smaller than the tip of a needle for embroidery?"
"If you were more chaste, I…"
"It's not that I don't want to be chaste, but look at your every strand of hair, it grew according to my preferences. How can I be chaste? Even if I became a monk, I would betray the Buddha if I met you."
He knew these words were meant to appease him and shouldn't be taken seriously, yet he was too weak. His heart couldn't help but ripple.
"I mean, besides me."
"There's only you in the first place. Besides you, who else could there be?"
Yi Yan Geng originally wanted to ask her if she said this to everyone, but her soul-capturing eyes gazed at him deeply with affection, making him unable to resist.
Yi Yan Geng tightened his grip on her waist, pushed her onto the dining table, and leaned down to kiss her passionately.
Outside the door, Aunt He and Yue Yue walked even further away. They stood under a pomegranate tree in the courtyard. Aunt He saw the preserved fruits in Yue Yue's hand and picked up a dried apricot, putting it into Yue Yue's mouth.
"The young master doesn't need them anymore. The young master has Young Master Yi, which is enough. Let's eat them ourselves."
The two in the dining hall had already moved from the dining table to the nearby couch.
Yi Yan Geng's clothes, which he had changed into before the meal, were disheveled. His belt had been thrown on the floor at some point, and the top few buttons of his robe had been undone.
Xie Jiang's headache was gone, and her back no longer ached. She showed no intention of stopping.
On the contrary, Yi Yan Geng still had some sense of reason. After all, he was concerned that she was still ill and didn't indulge her in early morning debauchery.
Seeing Xie Jiang’s unsatisfied expression, Yi Yan Geng glanced at the messy dining table. "How about another breakfast?"
"I just want to eat you! You troublesome vixen!" Xie Jiang lay back on the couch, too angry to get up.
"You're still feverish…" Yi Yan Geng buttoned up his clothes one by one, picked up the belt from the floor, and, under Xie Jiang's angry gaze, tied it back around his waist.
"The arrow is on the string, how can I not be hot!"
"You said earlier you wanted to verify something, why did you only drink half a bowl of medicine?" Yi Yan Geng could only change the subject.
"I'm not in the mood to talk to you. How can you say that, seducing me and then not taking responsibility!" Xie Jiang grew more upset the more she thought about it, pressing the cushion and hitting it as if it were him.
Yi Yan Geng smiled. "Let's be reasonable, who initiated it?"
"You! Who else!"
"Are you sure it was me?"
"It was you!"
"Who used sweet words to coax me? Coaxing me into being so dazed that I lost track of day and night?"
"When did I ever say sweet words? I never coax anyone. I always say what I mean, and it's all genuine feelings!"
He almost believed her. Yi Yan Geng poured a cup of water and offered it to her. She glared at him and didn't take it.
Yi Yan Geng thought for a moment, took a sip himself, and then leaned towards her with the water in his mouth, asking, "Do you need me to feed you water like this?"
"…"
Xie Jiang immediately sat up, covered Yi Yan Geng's mouth with one hand, letting him swallow the water, then took the cup and drank it herself.
There had to be a limit to kissing.
After drinking the water, she handed the cup back to Yi Yan Geng. He casually placed it aside and then touched her forehead. "Does your head still hurt? Do you want to go for a walk?"
"I don't want to go out," Xie Jiang said lazily, leaning on the couch.
"I mean just walk around the manor. So many people envy this residence, and I haven't had a chance to look around yet."
The way Xie Jiang looked at Yi Yan Geng made him feel that they shouldn't stay indoors.
"Are you envious too?"
"Hmm?"
"If you like this manor, I can give it to you!"
"How will you give it to me?"
Looking at the slyness in her flowing gaze, Yi Yan Geng knew it wasn't that simple.
"Follow me, and everything will be yours."
Even her life was yours.
Yi Yan Geng only said this in his heart, not aloud. He took her hand, wanting to help her up.
"Let's go, let's take a walk outside."
Xie Jiang reluctantly let him pull her up. "Don't you want this huge manor? Following me will save you twenty years of hard work."
Yi Yan Geng was unmoved, tidying her clothes. "How many people have you deceived with such tactics?"
Xie Jiang hung on him. "I can't even handle you, do you think I can deceive anyone else?"
As the two of them came out of Fuyun Xuan, they saw someone fighting with Da Chui. To be precise, someone was foolishly trying to fight Da Chui and was thrown far away by him.
The person hit the ground, kicking up dust, and it was impossible to see who it was.
Xie Jiang looked up at the burly, tall figure. "Chui Chui, are you already exercising after breakfast?"
Da Chui turned around and saw her, running over happily. "Jiang Jiang, are you recovered?"
Xie Jiang smiled and said, "Much better."
Hearing Xie Jiang's voice, the person who had been thrown into the dirt pit struggled to get up. "Young… Young Master…"
Xie Jiang glanced at him. "It's Su Yang. Su Yang has improved. Looking for Chui Chui to spar with?"
Yi Yan Geng couldn't help but roll his eyes at the affectionate nickname that made his hair stand on end coming from her mouth.
Su Yang shook off the dust and ran to Xie Jiang, wanting to complain.
Suddenly, he saw Xie Jiang's clasped hands! If Su Yang's eyes could shoot fire, those clasped hands would have turned to charcoal by now!
Upon seeing that it was indeed Yi Yan Geng, Su Yang's pupils contracted sharply.