Chapter 207: Chapter 206: Being MischievousHe Ying wanted to take a mandarin duck bath.
Upon hearing his thoughts, Sang Yan immediately crossed her arms protectively over her clothes and backed away several steps.
"He Ying, don’t be naughty!"
She was too shy.
Her pretty face was so delicate and charming.
Even if her voice was raised quite loud, it wasn’t at all intimidating.
"I’ll only be naughty this one time. We haven’t bathed together yet."
He acted coyly.
She shook her head, her face resolute, "No! Just soak in the bath properly!"
If they really did bathe together, she was afraid she would be completely devoured.
The first time in the water, things had gone too far.
She was truly embarrassed.
The very thought was almost mortifying.
"But you said you’d soak with me."
"When did I say that?"
"That time when I wanted to punish Pei Muyang, you pleaded on his behalf and changed the subject, telling me to go back and soak to relieve fatigue. I said you would join me, and you agreed."
"Uh..."
She seemed to have some recollection.
Sang Yan was at a loss for words for a moment, then explained, "I meant I’d be by your side. I can scrub your back, is that okay?"
"All right."
He Ying agreed immediately, seemingly easy to talk to.
But once he got in the water and she was scrubbing his back from behind, with one strong pull, he dragged her into the water.
"Splash!"
Sang Yan fell into the water, her head emerging disheveled, her washed features as beautiful as a lotus flower emerging from the water, pure yet sensual.
Probably because she had been well-nourished lately.
Her chest seemed puffed up with "air," looking very formidable.
Especially now that her clothes were soaked and clinging tightly to her body.
It was incredibly enticing.
"He Ying, you, you’re cheating!"
Unaware of her allure, she pounced on him, little fists pounding on his shoulders.
She should have been hitting his chest.
But she didn’t dare touch his chest because the wound there had just healed.
And the water was so clear, she was afraid of catching sight of something she shouldn’t.
Although she had already touched it several times.
After all, as someone inexperienced, she still felt ashamed.
He Ying no longer had those concerns, ignited with desire at her approach, "Ah Yan! Ah Yan—"
"Mmm—"
Sang Yan’s breath was forcefully taken away, feeling as if she had fallen prey to a tiger.
Cry!
Sang Yan cried for two hours straight.
Her eyes were swollen and red.
He Ying, on the other hand, was like a man who had eaten his fill, refreshed and triumphant. Then he grabbed a robe, covered her with it, and carried her back to the room.
It was already dark outside.
Pei Muyang had arranged dinner early.
Sang Yan had no appetite, lying in bed and ignoring everyone.
During their shared bath, other than her bottom line, he had attempted everything else.
She couldn’t fathom how he came up with so many ideas!
She felt that not doing it was even more frightening than doing it.
In any case, she had suffered greatly.
Wuu wuu wuu.
She cried some more tears, heartbroken.
He Ying soothed her for a good while but still couldn’t cheer up his darling.
In the end, he could only resort to his trump card.
He lifted the covers and squeezed in, only to be kicked in the shoulder.
"You, you get out!"
Sang Yan’s voice was hoarse from crying.
He Ying poked his head out, his voice full of distress, "I’m sorry. Stop crying now. If you keep crying, I’ll just..."
In the end, it was clearly a threat.
Sang Yan knew what he meant, and she felt so ashamed that her tears fell even harder.
"Don’t, don’t be like this. I don’t want to bathe anymore."
"Mm. Stop crying. Are you thirsty?"
He Ying said this as he got out of bed to pour some hot water, carefully feeding it to her himself.
Drinking the water, Sang Yan lifted her tearful eyes, a picture of wilted, fragile beauty. sea??h thё N?vel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
Clearly, she had suffered a great deal of grievance.
"It’s my fault."
He Ying, seeing her distressed, felt even more to blame and hastily promised, "I won’t do it again."
He had indulged too recklessly.
Upon hearing this, Sang Yan took him seriously, "You better remember what you said."
He Ying nodded, "Mhm, I remember."
He regretted it too.
He should have held back at the time, how could he let his beloved do those things.
"From now on, we’ll do things your way. If you don’t want to, I won’t do it. Stop crying now. Look, your eyes are about to be cry-damaged."
Now, he could bear her tears even less.
Damn it!
Why does she still look so beautiful when she cries?
It made him feel a destructive urge, simply wanting her to cry even more fiercely.
He probably... was a madman too!
Unaware of his thoughts, Sang Yan, persuaded by his various coaxing, eventually got out of bed and had dinner.
She was indeed hungry.
It had taken a lot of energy.
But after dinner, sharing the same bed, she still gave him the cold shoulder.
To cheer her up, He Ying, upon learning from Pei Muyang that she wanted to learn horseback riding, brought up teaching her to ride.
Sang Yan was initially delighted, but then remembering the ambiguity of their ride the previous afternoon, she frowned, "You’re always up to no good."
He Ying, understanding her implication, thought to himself: How much shadow had he cast upon her!
Immediately with a grave expression, he assured, "This time I’ll be absolutely proper. If I break my word, let me—"
"I believe you."
Sang Yan cut him off, seeing his intent to swear, "Don’t make rash oaths."
He Ying, seeing how much she cared about him, really wanted to hug and kiss her.
Ah, his sweetheart truly loved him.
She was too adorable!
No amount of kisses seemed enough.
Seeing him looking like he could pounce on her any second, Sang Yan quickly changed the subject, "Shall we go now? Is your wound convenient?"
"It’s convenient. It’s mostly healed. Don’t worry about it."
He Ying took her hand and led her to the stables to choose a horse.
Sang Yan picked out the white horse.
He Ying frowned slightly, "This horse hasn’t been tamed yet."
It should be said that because of his injury, he hadn’t had the opportunity to tame it.
Sang Yan knew the history of the horse and smiled, "Then wait until you have tamed it. I really like it, and I feel it likes me too."
Saying this, she stretched out her hand to stroke the hair on its neck.
"Don’t touch—"
He Ying grabbed her hand, fearing the white horse might hurt her.
Sang Yan chuckled, "Don’t be so nervous, it’s okay."
She wrestled her hand free from his grip and once again stroked the neck hair of the white horse.
Its hair, white as snow, was also very smooth and soft, radiating a healthful and beautiful sheen under the sun.
"Pfft—"
The white horse suddenly exhaled a hot breath.
He Ying, anticipating this, grabbed Sang Yan’s hand once more.
He really couldn’t bear to see her touching a wild horse.
Seeing him being so protective of her, Sang Yan felt a mix of sweetness and helplessness: "Xinyuan, calm down a bit, don’t be so nervous."
He was making her anxious now.
"Let me tell you, anxiety can be contagious. If you act like this, it’s what makes the white horse wary, defensive, and even aggressive towards people."
"If it attacks you, I’ll kill it."
As soon as his words fell, the white horse swished its tail at him, even giving him a glance.
Hmm, a rather scornful look.
He Ying: "..."
His face darkened, "That damn beast!"
Sang Yan: "..."
She helplessly held her forehead, "Xinyuan, you might as well keep quiet!"
He Ying was stunned, feeling wronged, "You want me to shut up for the sake of an animal?"
Sang Yan, hearing his tone, couldn’t help but think, he was about to say: So love can disappear, right?
Ah, he really resembled a modern, clingy, drama-queen girlfriend!
She quickly diverted the conversation, "Alright, stop fussing. Let’s come up with a name for it, shall we?"