Xiao Wangye sat upright in the room, his expression expectant. He sat with perfect posture, his hands resting neatly on his thighs, even nervously fiddling with his fingers as he awaited Ye Qingcheng's arrival.
The moment Ye Qingcheng entered, she saw this scene and for an instant, she thought she had stumbled into a place called "Yihong Courtyard." She walked back out the door to check if she had entered the wrong room. No, it was correct. She glanced at the person sitting by the bed again. Correct, it was still King Yama Xiao.
But how could he seem like a different person?
"Are you alright? You seem a bit… off," she said, reaching out to feel his forehead to check his temperature. It was normal.
At least his brain wasn't fried.
"You're here," the shy King Yama Xiao said, mimicking the voice of a little wife.
"Ah, yes, not just here, but… I've entered," she replied, a hint of panic in her voice.
"Then let's begin. I'm ready," he said, undoing his belt. This made Ye Qingcheng even more flustered. She quickly stopped him.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? We're just doing acupuncture, not a massage. Why are you taking off your clothes?" she reached out, intending to retie his belt.
"No, I just… feel more comfortable like this," he said, looking at her actions with a bewildered expression.
Awkward. So she had misunderstood. "Ahaha, is that so? A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. You can take off your shoes and socks first. You can rest early today."
Xiao Wangye had no reason to doubt her explanation.
Ye Qingcheng half-knelt by the bed, meticulously operating the silver needles in her hands. The long, slightly soft needles seemed to have a homing device in her grip, accurately landing in their intended positions.
The season was such that it became a bit chilly every night.
Acupuncture was a time-consuming and energy-draining task. Ye Qingcheng dared not even breathe loudly. Xiao Wangye's treatment was entering its final stage, and for Ye Qingcheng, each acupuncture session felt like a battle.
A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on her nose, and her bent legs had started to tremble.
Xiao Wangye watched the person working hard for him with a pained expression. He wanted to reach out and pull her up, to tell her, "Let's stop the treatment. You can get up." But he couldn't. If he really said that, she would surely ignore him like she had in the past few days.
Finally, after another half an hour, all the silver needles were in the correct acupoints.
*Phew.* She let out a deep breath of stale air. Standing up, her legs felt like they were carrying an electric current after being in one position for so long. She stood unsteadily, about to fall.
Xiao Wangye's long arm shot out, encircling Ye Qingcheng's waist. With a slight pull, he drew her towards the bed. Suddenly changing his direction, Ye Qingcheng's upper body landed in his embrace, but she was firmly seated on the edge of the bed.
Xiao Wangye was very satisfied with this outcome. In a place Ye Qingcheng couldn't see, he curved his lips into a smug smile. His direction hadn't been wrong.
The electric sensation in her legs hadn't disappeared yet. She had thought she would definitely fall and had already prepared her posture for a sideways fall. Unexpectedly, Xiao Wangye had saved her.
"Phew, that was close. Thank you," she said, looking up and meeting Xiao Wangye's gaze. She was still leaning on his thigh. It looked rather ambiguous. The arm around her waist showed no signs of loosening, held tightly.
"This is the moment the male and female leads gaze at each other affectionately, with only each other in their eyes. Pink currents of love are sparking in the air," San San, with its lewd voice, acted as the narrator in Ye Qingcheng's mind.
As if to fulfill San San's words, Ye Qingcheng's ears immediately turned red. She shyly lowered her head, her gaze falling upon Prince Xiao's thighs. Though he was still wearing pants, the fabric's bulge revealed his impressive manhood. Ye Qingcheng's unspoken curse word burst out instantly.
"What's wrong?" Fearing she was scared by the sudden event, he quickly turned her lowered head towards him, observing her closely to see if she looked frightened.
"According to the idol drama plot, you should be kissing now," San San chimed in again.
"Shut up!" she shouted out loud.
Xiao Wangye was stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief. Was she that disgusted by him? Even the strength in his hands loosened. Ye Qingcheng took the opportunity to sit up.
"I'm sorry," she explained apologetically to him. "I wasn't talking to you." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Not me, but it's just the two of us here now," Xiao Wangye's expression turned fearful.
She rubbed her forehead in exasperation, feeling that the more she explained, the more confusing it became. San San, you really are a good system.
"Of course, I'm dedicated to bringing lovers together," San San replied proudly.
Taking a deep breath, she apologized to Xiao Wangye. "I didn't mean anything else. And thank you for saving me from falling." She said this with a very serious expression.
"I'm going to see if Lin Xiao's medicinal soup is ready," she said, with the air of someone fleeing, and ran out.
The moment she pushed the door open, Lin Xiao, who was outside, stumbled in with the direction of the door opening. Staggering a few steps, he regained his balance, his face showing the guilt of a thief.
"Lin Xiao? What are you doing here?" Ye Qingcheng asked him.
"Uh, I came to see if the Prince's acupuncture was finished. The medicinal soup is almost ready," his eyes darted everywhere but the two principals in the room.
Xiao Wangye saw his expression and knew he had been eavesdropping outside. He let out a heavy "Hmph," deliberately making sure the two people talking could hear it. Lin Xiao immediately stood up straight and scurried over to Xiao Wangye, bowing respectfully to his Prince.
"Since you're here, Lin Xiao, is the medicinal soup ready?"
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, responding to the Princess Consort, the Prince's medicinal soup is already brewed and can be brought in at any time," he replied respectfully to Ye Qingcheng, his attitude very proper. After speaking, he didn't forget to bow to her as well, to show respect.
"Alright, keep it simmering on low heat and bring it in half an hour," she said, then ignored the master and servant duo and walked out, preparing to find a secluded spot to properly talk to this piece of junk system.
Inside the room, Xiao Wangye took the hot tea handed to him by Lin Xiao and savored it, occasionally blowing on the steam to cool it. Since his master hadn't spoken, Lin Xiao, having just made a mistake, dared not speak first. He stood quietly to the side as mere decoration.
Finally, Xiao Wangye spoke, "Lin Xiao, I know you've been standing outside for a long time. I'll give you a chance to explain properly." With that, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.
To redeem himself, Lin Xiao decided to risk "offering advice."
"Your Highness, I really didn't hear much, but I can guess that you must be troubled right now, wondering what the Princess Consort's words just meant, right?" He said this cautiously, as if afraid that a single wrong word would displease this King Yama.