Chapter 175: Will Turn Into a Werewolf?

Why is she back again?

Jiang Xiao looked doubtfully at Song Qiuyu, whose cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, her gaze lowered, not daring to look at him.

As the distance between them shortened, he couldn’t help but think of a possibility, and his heartbeat quickened.

He was no different from other men, all lecherous, but when facing the one he liked, he became timid, instinctively restraining himself.

But if Xi’er really did come back to accompany him, he might not be able to hold himself back from doing something that couples do at night tonight.

After all,

Who could refuse such a cute girlfriend!

But then, Song Qiuyu ran right past Jiang Xiao.

She didn’t return to the sofa to sit, but instead ran to pick up her own slippers!

Jiang Xiao narrowed his eyes, guessing she might bring his slippers back to him?

Sure enough, she stood with her back to him, took her white, tender little foot out of his slippers, put it back into her own, then bent her knees and waist, and picked up his slippers with a small hand.

Her little yellow chick pajamas were rather loose, yet still clung slightly, accentuating her youthful curves.

Do not look at what is improper…

Jiang Xiao forced himself to look away, though he’d seen this scene countless times already.

One more glance, and he might really turn into a wolf.

After all, Xi’er was now his girlfriend.

He wanted to show the gentlemanly side of himself, but his burning face, rapidly beating heart, and the discomfort in his body longing for relief mercilessly revealed the truth that he was no gentleman at all.

What gentleman was he?

Right now, he was just an ordinary man wanting to hug his girlfriend and vent the itch of six years!

Song Qiuyu turned around, bringing a wisp of fragrance, knelt down in front of him.

She gently placed his slippers on the floor, pursed her lips, took a shallow breath, then looked up with her lovely face and gazed at him seriously.

“Jiang Xiao.”

She took the initiative to lean over and kissed his left cheek, eyes lowered, giving a light kiss.

“Happy New Year. And, good night!”

Jiang Xiao’s heart thudded wildly, his eyelashes lowering as well.

In that moment, so many things no longer seemed important.

Like how she had just suddenly run off, and what about the reward she owed him… “Mm, Xi’er, happy New Year, good night.”

As if their heartbeats were in sync, Song Qiuyu’s chest felt aflame, and she hurriedly stood up.

“Your little brother and sister could come out at any moment, so I won’t squeeze with you on the sofa. Tomorrow’s theme park—I’ll be looking forward to it!”

“Just leave everything to me.”

Jiang Xiao grabbed her hand as she tried to escape.

“What?”

Song Qiuyu’s heart skipped a beat.

She had a rough idea of what he wanted to say, but perhaps she misunderstood on purpose, feeling like he was teasing her again.

“I mean, I’ll do your makeup, help you dress up, and make sure no one recognizes you.” Jiang Xiao raised an eyebrow.

“Of course, I knew that’s what you meant.”

Song Qiuyu straightened her chest, gave a soft snort, and pretended to be annoyed as she shook off his hand.

Not daring to look back, she hurried toward the bedroom.

Jiang Xiao watched her quietly, feeling that her feigned annoyance was more like she was acting spoiled, begging him to spare her tonight, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

With a squeak, the bedroom door closed.

Song Qiuyu gently rubbed her small hand, still warm from Jiang Xiao’s touch, squeezed it tight, and brought it close to her lips.

She didn’t know when it started, but whenever she faced Jiang Xiao, her heart would pound nonstop, leaving her constantly nervous, sometimes…no, often doing things she shouldn’t, things that were embarrassing.

But the scent on Jiang Xiao really was pleasant.

Her nose twitched a little. Like a small animal, she pressed her hand to her nose and took a few soft sniffs.

As she inhaled, she became intoxicated, as if she’d drunk a whole jar of fine wine.

Uh…

Wait, what am I even doing!

She suddenly came back to herself, shook her little head like a rattle, patted her cheeks, walked to the bed, and sat down.

“Short-term Holiday, huh.” Remembering just now, she pinched her phone and looked at her mom’s contact avatar.

Dad had been missing for ten years.

Ever since he disappeared, her mom had been working away from home.

In these ten years, Mom had only come back two or three times.

She wondered if Mom would come home this year for Short-term Holiday.

She instinctively wanted to check, but after glancing at the time, she put down the phone, turned to her suitcase, and dug out the female underwear she’d bought for Christmas.

It’s too late now. If she messaged, her late-night antics would be exposed.

It would only make Mom worry!

She’d better wait till morning to confirm.

Right now…

Glancing at the female underwear she’d never worn, tucked at the bottom of her case, she pictured herself playing at the theme park tomorrow and couldn’t help feeling moved.

Since Jiang Xiao had already found out, she wouldn’t bind her chest tomorrow.

After all, binding really was suffocating.

Once they returned from the theme park, she would have to discuss the business collaboration with Xie Zhuran and the others.

Song Qiuyu clasped her hands, filled with anticipation for tomorrow.

At the same time, Jiang Xiao was curled up alone on the sofa, covered by a blanket, eyes closed, recalling the truth Song Qiuyu had confessed on the hillside, frowning.

So it wasn’t pseudohermaphroditism—it was that after falling gravely ill following last year’s college entrance exam, she somehow became a girl.

That year, he was full of hope.

That year, she was filled with unease.

Thinking of this, he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, recalling how she had acted since school started, and his heart ached all the more.

Jiang Xiao didn’t know when he fell asleep that night.

He dreamt he had really become the blind Prince, and Song Qiuyu had become the Demon Princess.

Unlike the stage play, the Demon Princess was captured by the Empire’s Evil Scientist, and the Sorcerer Lin An and Knight Xie Zhuran, who were supposed to be on the opposing side, stood with him to rescue the Demon Princess.

It was a struggle to finally see the Demon Princess, only to find her already soaked in some unknown liquid, as a Minion, trapped in a gigantic glass container.

She seemed to have been stripped of all consciousness, fallen into eternal sleep.

The outside world had nothing to do with her anymore.

He was furious, and so were the Sorcerer and Knight at his side.

When they destroyed the whole laboratory and finally rescued the Demon Princess from the Empire, as the first rays of sunlight were about to fall on them,

The Demon Princess opened her eyes.

Regrettably, the Demon Princess had lost her mind, acting like a three-year-old child.

But, for some reason, this three-year-old-minded princess would always crawl into his bed at night.

“Prince, why do you do so much for me?”

The Demon Princess crawled from the foot of the bed to the head, rested her head on his pillow, and tilted her head to ask.

“Because,” he smiled, choking up a little, “I like you. You’re my woman, I’m your man, I have to save you. If I could, I really wish…”

“The one they took was me. The one soaking in that liquid, losing their mind, was me, this useless Prince. I’m sorry…”

“I’m sorry, really sorry, I was still too late.”

“Is the Prince’s love the kind the Poet talks about? The kind of love that wants to cram yourself into my body and heart?”

The Demon Princess blinked with curiosity and spoke like that.

Those overly innocent words made him angry all over again, wanting to press his sword to the Poet’s neck.

Don’t teach children the wrong things.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got.

That Poet deserved to die! Making his Princess say such wild words!

“If that’s what the Prince wants, then cram yourself in, because I like you too, Prince!”

The Demon Princess nuzzled his face with her own, smiling.

Such a spoiled gesture easily unsettled his heart, yet he knew very well that the Princess’s love was not the same as his.

If it were the same, tonight would definitely be spent making new additions to the family.

So he just shook his head.

“Then I’ll be off!”

The Demon Princess looked regretful, shrank under his covers, crawled from the head of the bed to the foot, then barefoot, opened the door, and ran out.

The moment the door closed, an inexplicable sense of foreboding rose in his heart. He rushed after her and flung the door open.

With a creak, the door opened, and he saw that, for some reason, their secluded village was filled with fire and the sounds of battle…

“Ha…”

Jiang Xiao jerked awake, his heart tight to the point of suffocation, gasping for breath.

He seemed to see faint white, gear-shaped ripples before his eyes, his head buzzing, dizzy and dazed.

At that moment, the faint sound of pots and bowls clinking came from the kitchen behind him, drawing his attention.

He turned to look and saw Song Qiuyu’s bedroom door open, the kitchen light on—Song Qiuyu was making breakfast?

He glanced at the time on his phone. It was only five in the morning.

Running his slender fingers through his hair, he exhaled, threw off the blanket, slipped on his slippers, and still a bit shaken by the dream, walked toward the kitchen, feeling heavy.

Until he saw her busy figure in the kitchen, wearing an apron.

The exhaustion from the nightmare seemed to vanish in an instant.

The world before his eyes was suddenly colorful and bright.

“Mm?”

Song Qiuyu seemed to pause, then turned to look at him.

Their eyes met in the air.

In that moment, a mischievous, cute smile bloomed on her lovely face, her beautiful almond eyes blinking.

“Jiang Xiao, you’re awake? Did I wake you?” Jiang Xiao stared at her gentle-housewife look, falling into deep thought.