“Mm….”
The sudden deep kiss left Song Qiuyu at a loss—should she cover her ears, her mouth, or push Jiang Xiao away?
For the first time, she truly resented not having enough hands.
Her consciousness began to drift. Only in dreams could she so vividly experience how strong Jiang Xiao’s learning ability truly was.
In a group of four, must there always be a master like Jiang Xiao?
But…
There was really no need to go this far…
Her thighs were gripped tightly, like being clamped by iron pincers, by Jiang Xiao’s long, jointed fingers, squeezing tighter and tighter.
Jiang Xiao cared for her meticulously.
“Mm….”
She’d never been cared for in such a forceful yet gentle way before. Helplessly, Song Qiuyu’s lips trembled, losing the strength to keep them pressed together.
Certain repressed things stirred and vented inside her, like flower buds meeting sunlight—growing, blossoming.
…
To be cared for like this the first time someone helped her… what was she supposed to do in the future?
She might end up dreaming of Jiang Xiao more and more frequently.
Jiang Xiao must have sensed her helplessness, yet he taught himself new tricks and found the perfect rhythm, even more fierce than before, until she sobbed uncontrollably.
He was completely absorbed.
Whenever Song Qiuyu vaguely suspected the dream’s reality, her thoughts would be mercilessly cut off by Jiang Xiao’s sudden, intensified actions.
She was drowsy, but always just short of slipping into sleep.
She really was being taken care of so well.
No…
To be precise, Jiang Xiao was taking too much care of her! He really didn’t need to go this far!
This level of care… it could become addictive…
Jiang Xiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he let out a satisfied breath, then looked up at the person who was still using the back of her hand to cover her eyes.
“Xi’er, are you still afraid to look at me?”
Hearing this, she’d completely lost the strength to retort. Dizzy and dazed, Song Qiuyu obediently moved her small hand away from her eyes.
Just one glance and her heart went wild, almost making her faint on the spot.
Jiang Xiao actually…
Uh…
Why is his Adam’s apple still moving? Some things just come naturally!
A wave of guilt instantly flooded her mind—she felt like she had no face left to meet anyone. Day after day, night after night, she finally realized—she actually wanted Jiang Xiao to take care of her like this!
Once the dream ended, how could she face the real Jiang Xiao?
“Xi’er, you’re so sweet.” Suddenly, Jiang Xiao squinted his eyes, watching her, and without any reservation, praised her truthfully.
With a thunderous crash, a flash of white appeared before Song Qiuyu’s eyes, then her thoughts plunged into chaos. She closed her eyes peacefully, shutting out Jiang Xiao’s voice.
Jiang Xiao was stunned. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong with Song Qiuyu. Thinking back, she had seemed unwell since morning.
With that in mind, he propped himself up, pressing his forehead to her burning one. His pupils dilated sharply as he suddenly realized—
Could it be…
Xi’er’s high temperature was actually because she was sick?
“Xi’er?”
“Xi’er!”
“Xi’er, ah!”
Song Qiuyu slipped into a deep sleep. In her dreams, she became a selfish, domineering queen wielding power over an entire State, and met a Challenger named Jiang Xiao who proposed marriage to her.
She ruthlessly rejected him and mocked this Challenger who had no sense of his own limits, vowing to banish him from the State forever.
But Jiang Xiao actually laughed.
Next, her entire State’s military power couldn’t withstand him alone. As the King, she was forced to marry him and was dragged back to be thrown onto the Bed.
[Challenger, I will never yield to you!]
[Enough talking, open up!]
Jiang Xiao bullied her with the force and determination to make her pregnant, tormenting her all night. By morning, she was sore all over and couldn’t get out of Bed.
Yet, as the King, her pride only made her want to turn the tables. Since everyone combined was no match for him, she would simply drain him dry!
[Wuwuwu, please spare me! Lord Jiang Xiao, I was wrong!]
[No way, King, you have to get pregnant with our child!]
So they went on like this for a thousand and one nights, until all her pride was shattered, turning her into a caring and virtuous wife.
But she remained the King; Jiang Xiao never took her place, merely becoming the strongest Regent King in history.
Thus, the story of the Queen and the Regent King spread through the ages.
On their portraits, both were smiling. Anyone who saw them thought they were a loving Couple.
“Mm….”
Half-conscious, Song Qiuyu frowned, strong dissatisfaction nearly dragging her out of this dream.
In the next second, she suddenly felt something strange.
It was as if a low-voltage current was coursing through certain parts of her body, tingling her skin, even the tips of her fingers and toes, with a peculiar itchiness.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with this feeling—it was a certain vulnerable spot, still being cared for, a little swollen now, and treated even more gently.
As if handling fragile porcelain—one wrong move, and it would shatter….
Still feverish, Song Qiuyu’s eyelids were heavy and wouldn’t open. After enduring for a while, she breathed a bit more rapidly.
She suddenly wasn’t sure if this, too, was a dream. After all, she’d already experienced such realistic dreams.
Her fevered mind throbbed, the experiences from both dreams making her restless, unable to think too much.
At that moment, the scent of pine soap mingled with the aroma of the Travel Hotel’s body wash, lingering in her nose and mouth, bringing her a bit of comfort.
Over time, she miraculously began to get used to it. Instead of following the comfort into sleep, she struggled, forcing her eyes open.
At first, everything was blurry. When her vision cleared, she froze.
Huh?
Was Jiang Xiao helping her bathe?
Still groggy, Song Qiuyu stared blankly at Jiang Xiao, whose hair was covered with white foam, her lips slightly parted.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao looked up to see Song Qiuyu sitting against the wall on a stool, her eyes open, gaze dazed and confused, thick mist swirling around her bare body. She looked ethereal, dreamy, like a fairy who had just stumbled into the mortal world.
“Xi’er, you’re awake?”
Jiang Xiao’s face lit up with a smile, his eyes filled with surprise and delight, not a trace of mischief.
“Mm.”
Dazed and short of breath, Song Qiuyu lowered her water-misted lashes, looking at the towel in Jiang Xiao’s hand.
“I’m going to wipe your body first, then take you to get some medicine!”
Jiang Xiao explained immediately.
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu sensed something strange, but her thoughts jammed, unable to figure out what it was.
“Sorry, Xi’er. If only I’d noticed you were sick earlier. Today was my oversight!”
Jiang Xiao, full of self-blame, gripped the Bath Towel tightly, quickly drying her body, fearing even a second’s delay might worsen her illness.
He should have taken Xi’er to get medicine right away, but the way she was, it really wasn’t suitable to go out directly.
Damn it, he should have noticed sooner. How could he let Xi’er fall ill!
Hearing this, Song Qiuyu stared blankly at Jiang Xiao’s busy hands. As the fog in her mind cleared, she suddenly went blank.