Arc 2 – Gege, Don’t Stop – Chapter 6

System Lord: “Are you done with your dreams of romance yet?”

Yu Xiaoyu: “……”

System Lord: “Whether you’ve finished dreaming about it or not, I’m telling you now, go and complete the mission.”

Yu Xiaoyu: “No I won’t.”

System Lord: “……”

Thus, this round had to be categorised as having ended in failure. With the male lead himself injured, and this being her current body’s first time, it was quite impossible for them to fully enjoy their coupling, and that meant the male lead failed to even qualify with the bare minimum for all the characteristics, leaving her with only one choice, which was to bide her time for a second test.

“The HQ noticed that you seem to be lacking motivation and spirit, so they specifically assigned me to suggest some attack strategies for you, dun dun dun~ information on all the places where the female lead will appear, and all kinds of aphrodisiacs! I think this kind is the best, it’s called something like “Golden-spear-that-can’t-grow-limp-and-soul-returning pills. They’re really something powerful, eating one can guarantee the individual will be hard for four hours, after eating this he can surely cover all positions to his fill. How about you calculate the time, and let our student Prince An take the pill, then send him directly to the female lead, that way the test can definitely be passed, how about it?”

“…… Hard for four hours, you want him dead and gone don’t you.”

“Hmph, you don’t even want to accept such a good plan, you are just exploiting public office for private gain.” System Lord was so exasperated by Yu Xiaoyu that he arrogantly went offline.

Yu Xiaoyu sat at the edge of the lake, took off the golden silk soft-soled shoes from her feet and submerged her white and tender feet into the cold pool water. The autumn night breeze carried a slight chill and Yu Xiaoyu couldn’t help but shiver.

“Does His Highness Prince An like Ning’er?” Yu Xiaoyu asked, playing with the water, pretending that this was merely a casual question.

“According to the information recorded, before meeting the female lead, His Highness Prince An rarely comes into contact with women, so he probably just sees Miss Ning’er as his younger sister.”

Were younger sisters really treated the way she had been? Yu Xiaoyu awkwardly hugged herself in embarrassment and pursed her lips.

The last time His Highness Prince An had swallowed her skin and bones in one gulp, she had been forced to lay in bed for three whole days before she could even get out of bed, and whenever she walked, the friction between her legs was immensely painful. Even so, His Highness Prince An did not go easy on her, and every night, under the guise of applying medicine, he touched and licked her between her legs again, playing with her several more times until she would get wet.

System Lord: “Dear, does it matter who he likes? It doesn’t matter at all. You have to remember your mission.” The System Lord suddenly stopped being cute, redirecting his attention he said in a serious manner, “You have to be clear about this; he is not Ye Zhiyang.”

Hearing the name Ye Zhi Yang, a tremor passed through Yu Xiaoyu’s heart. He was not Ye Zhiyang, Ye Zhiyang was dead, this man merely had a face that looked exactly like Ye Zhiyang’s.

But was this man really not Ye Zhiyang? If so, then why was it whenever they kissed he would also naughtily lick the root of her tongue with the tip of his tongue; why did he also rub the tiny dimples on her waist with his fingers when they were entangled in bed with each other? Whether it was the fine lines rising from the corners of his eyes or the soft smile on his lips, everything repeatedly hinted to Yu Xiaoyu that he must be her Ye Zhiyang.

Someone walked close towards the pond, it was a man was dressed in a moon-white robe, and his hair was tied up with a jade crown. He slowly came through the blankets of mist rising from the edge of the pool and stopped in front of her. A falling leaf of red spiralled downward in mid-air, eventually coming to a halt on that broad shoulder. The man casually reached a hand up to brush it away, his ink-black eyes looking directly at Yu Xiaoyu. She jumped at this direct stare, hastily buried her head down and got to her feet on the cold pond bank, greeting him with a curtsey, “Your Highness, Prince An.”

No reply came, and in the silence of the late autumn, Yu Xiaoyu could only hear her own rapid breathing. When she looked up, she saw His Majesty Prince An squatting down and then with one hand he picked up the small, soft-soled gold shoe that was by the edge of the pool. In his thick, broad palm, the elegant shoe looked so dainty and meek.

“It’s cold, put your shoes on.”

The big hand took firm hold of Yu Xiaoyu’s ankle and he lifted it up. Yu Xiaoyu felt a tingling between her ankles and her legs trembled weakly, she took a quick step backwards seeking to avoid the touch of the big hand.

Those hands, however, refused to give up and obstinately held Yu Xiaoyu’s ankles with a slight force, and with a loop of their arms, he held Yu Xiaoyu in his arms, the shoes suddenly appearing on both feet.

Yu Xiaoyu looked straight at her toes and felt the warmth from the man’s body burrowing into her neck through the layers of cotton clothing across each other’s skin.

“It’s cold, come inside.” The thick palm of his hand cradled Yu Xiaoyu’s small hand, the thumb and palm of those hands had hard calluses, which had formed from years of martial arts practice and sword and spear-fighting. Yu Xiaoyu felt like she was holding a large fire-burner, her heart felt warm and cozy.

Now, it didn’t seem to matter whether His Highness Prince An was Ye Zhiyang or not, because no matter who this man was, he had already occupied a large part of Yu Xiaoyu’s heart.

“It’s cold, go to sleep.” Charcoal was already being burnt in the room, and it was toasty-warm. His Highness Prince An sat in front of the bed, his dark eyes on fire as he stared at Yu Xiaoyu, “Change into this outfit.”

A piece of black fabric was laid flat on the desk and Yu Xiaoyu’s face changed abruptly as she asked, “Your Highness Prince An where did you find such an outfit?”

“I made it from my dreams.” He replied faintly.

Yu Xiaoyu’s hand that was touching the fabric began to tremble a little unsteadily, and the clothing slipped from her hand. When it fell on the floor, it fell open, lo and behold, it was none other than the backless black dress Ye Zhiyang had given her.