allonlinenovel Chapter 105 Where are you going to smear it!
Chapter 105 Where are you going to smear it!
Inside the room, Su Yaoyao was looking at herself in the bronze mirror, deep in thought.
She held a small porcelain bottle in her hand, inside which was a blood-activating and stasis-removing ointment prepared by the imperial physician, which was said to be extremely effective.
But looking at the purplish-blue marks that spread from her collarbone to her entire body in the mirror, she felt her vision go black.
"Oh no, oh no..." she muttered, carefully applying the ointment to the mark with her fingertips. "How am I going to cover this up? It won't work!"
Especially the several clear hickeys on the side of her neck, their color so dark it's hard to see. You can't even cover them up with a high-necked dress, let alone hide them.
"If my brother sees this..." She shuddered at the thought of Su Qingrun's dark face and the sight of him wielding a knife. "I'm afraid my life will be in danger..."
A soft laugh came from the doorway.
"Don't worry, Yaoyao. I will take care of things with my brother."
Su Yaoyao turned around and saw Xiao Chenyuan, who had just finished his official business, leaning against the door frame watching her.
His languid posture, with lingering traces of last night's satisfaction in his eyes, made her heart skip a beat.
The man remained calm, as if he weren't the one who had tormented her until she fainted last night.
Su Yaoyao glared at him in the mirror: "Your Highness, you've changed your way of addressing me quite quickly. Just a few days ago you were calling me 'Little General Su,' and now you're calling me 'elder brother'?"
Xiao Chenyuan walked in, naturally taking the medicine bottle from her hand. He dipped his fingertips in the ointment and gently applied it to the marks on the side of her neck. His movements were gentle, but his voice was self-righteous:
"Of course. Yaoyao is now... mine, so naturally I'll call her that."
The cool ointment contrasted sharply with his warm fingertips, causing Su Yaoyao to tremble slightly. She glared at him playfully, "Who said you're mine? I didn't agree to that."
"You didn't agree last night?" Xiao Chenyuan chuckled, tightening his arms to pull her into his embrace. "Then who was it that clung to my neck, repeatedly saying 'It's Your Highness's Yaoyao'?"
Su Yaoyao's face flushed bright red, and she struggled to push him away: "You, you shut up!"
Xiao Chenyuan, however, took the opportunity to grasp her hand.
"Well... I am a graceful person, is that alright?"
After saying that, he continued applying the medicine, his gaze lingering on the bluish-purple marks on her body, his brow gradually furrowing. "Does it hurt?"
Su Yaoyao wanted to stubbornly say "it doesn't hurt," but when she met his eyes, alarm bells went off: "Uh... a little..."
"It's my fault." Xiao Chenyuan lowered his head and gently kissed the deepest bruise on her shoulder. "Next time... I'll be gentler."
He spoke earnestly, but as he applied the product, the pressure from his fingertips started to feel off—
It was no longer a simple application, but a kneading motion with a certain ambiguity; fingertips gently circled her body, slowly sliding down, and further down...
"Your Highness!" Su Yaoyao exclaimed in surprise, grabbing his restless hand. "Where...where are you applying this?"
Xiao Chenyuan remained expressionless: "Naturally, we'll apply the ointment to the area most severely injured."
"I'm not injured anywhere!"
"How could that be?" He raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over her inner thighs. "I clearly saw it last night..."
Su Yaoyao's legs went weak from his presence, and her voice trembled as she said, "You... stay away from me..."
Xiao Chenyuan not only didn't back down, but moved even closer, his nose almost touching her earlobe, his voice low and husky:
"That's not what you said when you were pestering me last night."
She had intended to take this opportunity to ask about He Qing—that man had schemed against her time and time again, and even called Xiao Chenyuan "cousin," while Xiao Chenyuan... seemed to know something about He Qing's identity and purpose, but had never told her explicitly.
But then she thought about it again. Both incidents were because of He Qing, yet Xiao Chenyuan had never taken the initiative to explain to her.
She suddenly got a little angry.
She was angry that he didn't believe her, and angry that he kept everything to himself.
She wanted to see when this Crown Prince would take the initiative to speak.
Just then, Xiao Chenyuan walked to the bedside and lifted the quilt.
Sure enough, there were a few bright red bloodstains on the moon-white bed sheet, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.
Su Yaoyao blushed and instinctively looked away.
I arrived in a hurry last night, and the villa wasn't prepared with any handkerchiefs. Now, these few fallen petals clearly show what happened.
Looking at that splash of red, I suddenly felt a strange mix of emotions—like a ritual had been completed, or like I had been branded with a mark.
Xiao Chenyuan's eyes darkened as he looked at the red mark.
He suddenly drew his soft sword from his waist, a flash of cold light—
"What are you doing?!" Su Yaoyao was so frightened that she stood up and rushed over to stop him.
Xiao Chenyuan made a cut on his palm, and blood gushed out instantly. He pressed his hand against the crimson stain on the bed sheet, letting their blood mingle together.
Xiao Chenyuan stared at the mingled bloodstains, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice low and hoarse:
"Blood ties".
He looked up at her, his eyes as deep as unyielding ink.
"Yaoyao, you are mine."
As he spoke, he used his sword to cut off the blood-stained sheet, carefully folded it, and tucked it into his pocket.
Su Yaoyao was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
In her past life, she had only ever seen scenes on TV where men would cut their own blood to fake virginity while pretending to be intimate.
I've never seen anyone mix their own blood with their own virginity and then collect it so solemnly!
"You...you..." She pointed at Xiao Chenyuan, unable to speak for a long time.
Xiao Chenyuan remained calm and sheathed his soft sword at his waist.
"I'll have someone come and tidy up in a bit. You can't sleep on a hard bed, so I've had a soft mattress sent from the capital."
As he spoke, he picked up the outer robe beside him, wrapped it around her, and then lifted her up in his arms.
"What are you doing?!" Su Yaoyao was startled and instinctively kicked her legs, her voice still trembling.
Could it be that this person... has gotten a taste for it and wants to...
She froze, and recalling the scenes from last night, her legs went even weaker.
No, no! Her body can't take any more strain right now.
If it happened again, she probably wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days.
No! We can't lose!
Su Yaoyao gritted her teeth secretly.
She needs to intensify her training! Her health was already weak due to the mistreatment she suffered at the Marquis's mansion under Consort Liu's care, and now…
Why do I suddenly feel... a surge of fighting spirit?
Xiao Chenyuan looked down at her and couldn't help but laugh when he saw her wary yet trying-to-be-calm expression.
"What are you thinking about? You've been lying around all day. There's a hot spring in the villa... Don't you want to go for a soak?"
Su Yaoyao's eyes lit up instantly: "A hot spring?!"
"Mmm." Xiao Chenyuan carried her outside. "The water is fresh water drawn from the back mountain, the temperature is just right, soaking in it will relieve fatigue."
Su Yaoyao immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes curving into crescents: "Go!"
(Author's note: My darlings, I suspect I've been reported by a fellow writer. Please keep following my updates! I'm really counting on you guys. I'm so sad, so very sad. This whole mess is making it hard for me to continue. I'm so heartbroken.)