Xie Jiang felt Yi Yan Geng's reaction becoming more spirited.
She had spent the morning meditating, cultivating a pure heart and few desires. If this continued, she would truly become a savior of all beings.
She didn't want to save all beings; she only wanted to save Yi Yan Geng.
Yi Yan Geng had already prepared himself to be sacrificed to the tiger, but he wasn't without his own demands of the tiger.
Although the cells around this one were empty, the cells two doors down were occupied.
The entire prison was in a confined environment, and any noise could travel far.
She was shameless, but he was embarrassed.
Yi Yan Geng didn't give her a chance to make a move. He dragged her off the bed and pushed her onto the stool by the table.
"Eat your meal first. You'll complain about the taste if you wait too long."
"Can I have a dessert after the meal?" She rested her elbows on the table, propping up her chin, and stared at him intently.
Her eyes seemed to sprout hooks, and a certain string in his mind vibrated with a hum. Yi Yan Geng, stared at by her, felt his whole body heat up. He raised a large hand and covered her eyes.
This scoundrel still deliberately blinked her eyes, her eyelashes tickling his palm with each blink.
"No dessert, where would dessert come from?"
"You're lying. I tasted it just now, and it was delicious." Xie Jiang said coquettishly.
"Young Master Xie, have you forgotten that you are a boy right now?" Her disguise as a man was not professional at all.
Yi Yan Geng swallowed silently, the sweet and fragrant saliva exchanged moments ago still lingering between his lips and teeth.
It was addictively sweet.
"Boys like dessert too."
Yi Yan Geng couldn't handle it and urged, "Eat your meal quickly. I have to leave soon, and I have official business to attend to."
Xie Jiang, with her thick skin, said, "Don't attend to official business. Attend to me."
Yi Yan Geng's mouth was dry, his palms starting to feel hot. He let go of her eyes in a flustered manner and suddenly thought of something. "Where did you learn all this? You speak so fluently, is it practice makes perfect?"
Xie Jiang chuckled, "With such a huge Yi Yan Geng standing in front of me, do I still need practice makes perfect? Anyone else would learn without a teacher. Yi Yan Geng, don't you have confidence in yourself?"
Her words were delivered with a rising and falling cadence, pausing where they shouldn't and drawing out sounds where they shouldn't.
As her fiery gaze slid downwards, Yi Yan Geng lifted the hem of his robe and sat down. He inexplicably felt that her words carried a hint of provocation and a touch of vulgarity.
"Why so many words? If you keep talking, the food will get cold. Aren't you hungry?"
"I wasn't hungry before, but now that you're here, I'm very hungry."
Yi Yan Geng kept a straight face, glancing at her sideways, warning her to behave.
He was also warning himself to stay calm and not get confused by her.
"I want dessert after the meal."
"Eat first."
"No reward, no eating."
"Are you making it difficult for yourself to eat?!" Threatening someone with your own stomach! Who will suffer from hunger in the end!
"Will you give it or not?"
"Starve to death, it's less trouble!" I won't indulge you!
Xie Jiang immediately stood up, preparing to lie on the bed and feign death.
Yi Yan Geng was furious and pulled her back, "You'll get a reward if you eat more!"
He had only seen children in his arms needing coaxing to eat. How old was she to be acting so spoiled and shameless? Yet, he couldn't bring himself to flip the food box over and let her starve!
Yi Yan Geng opened the food box, took out four dishes and one soup, and set them on the table. "It's not a large portion, try to finish it."
Xie Jiang wanted to pry his eyes open and make him look carefully. Four small plates, one soup bowl, plus a bowl of rice.
This was called not a large portion?
Her range of activity all morning had been confined to that stone bed. Without expending much energy, how much could she eat?
Yi Yan Geng got angry seeing her like this. "I'd eat more if I raised a cat than you do."
Xie Jiang said, "Go ahead and raise one, let me see."
Yi Yan Geng said, "You're difficult enough; I don't need to raise a cat!"
Yi Yan Geng handed her the bowl and chopsticks. Xie Jiang seemed to have forgotten she had hands, opening her small mouth as if expecting him to feed her.
Yi Yan Geng glanced at her, then skillfully picked up food with his chopsticks and accurately delivered it to her mouth.
Feeding her was not a problem.
He could derive quite a bit of pleasure from such things.
Since she insisted on being fed, then she had to eat as much as he fed her.
He wanted to feed her until her mouth couldn't close.
Xie Jiang kept opening her mouth, her jaw aching. "Slow down, slow down, I just swallowed."
He didn't give her a chance to breathe! He kept stuffing food into her mouth! Was he in such a hurry to reincarnate!
"Eat with big bites, don't dawdle." Raising a child is probably like this.
As she ate, she moved onto his lap, nestled in his arms, and complained of being tired. Yi Yan Geng knew her nature; how could just moving her mouth make her tired? She simply didn't want to eat anymore.
Yi Yan Geng pretended not to hear and continued to stuff food into her mouth.
Xie Jiang didn't cooperate, but Yi Yan Geng didn't mind. "Don't you want a reward anymore?"
Yi Yan Geng believed that for someone as lustful as her, nothing could stop her from seeking pleasure.
Not even this small amount of food.
No matter how unwilling she was, she would compromise and finish eating.
Unexpectedly, Xie Jiang directly resorted to force.
Compromise? What nonsense was that?
The rules she was willing to follow were rules; the ones she wasn't willing to follow, she would simply trample over.
Yi Yan Geng was caught off guard and pushed onto the table.
Cups and plates clattered to the floor.
Wen Feng listened to the commotion inside, silently calculating the time, wondering how long it would take this time?
*Smack*
The loud sound as their lips and tongues separated seemed particularly...
Evocative in the quiet prison cell.
Yi Yan Geng was panting, a thin layer of sweat on his body. He deliberately averted his gaze, not daring to meet hers.
It was as if one more glance would make him lose control.
He saw the shattered plates on the floor and the scattered food, his chest heaving deeply. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"What are you talking about?" She didn't understand, not at all.
Yi Yan Geng was so angry he wanted to pick up the food from the floor piece by piece, along with the sticky black sand, and make her eat it all.
"Are you talking about this? Then this was definitely intentional." Xie Jiang smiled, straightened her small waist, and pecked his lips.
This person was wicked to the extreme, making one love and hate him. Yi Yan Geng gritted his teeth and pinched her waist.
Xie Jiang cried out in pain.
Yi Yan Geng's eardrums tingled, the sensation spreading all the way to his heart. He suddenly wanted to chop off his hands.
"Yi Yan Geng, do you not want to leave!"
"I'm leaving soon. Let me hold you for a while. Don't cause any more trouble."
Yi Yan Geng, relying on his tall stature, enveloped her completely in his arms, resting his chin on her head and occasionally pecking her head.
It was as if he wanted her world to contain only him, to feel only his warmth and embrace.
"Yi Yan Geng, are you really not going to abuse your power for personal gain and take me out of the Shun Tian Fu prison to hide me in your mansion?"
Abuse power for personal gain? What nonsense was that? "When Wen Feng brings dinner tonight, should I have him bring you a couple of books?"
He did want to take her away and hide her in his mansion, but who could contain her?
It was better for her to stay in the Shun Tian Fu prison, lest she cause chaos in the capital once she got out.
"Okay, then find me two books with pictures. I'm too impatient to read too many words. They should be lifelike and meticulously detailed." Xie Jiang tilted her head up and kissed his chin.
Yi Yan Geng came out of Shun Tian Fu and, as he was mounting his horse, he finally realized what Xie Jiang meant by pictures, almost slipping and falling.
Wen Feng, seeing this, couldn't help but sigh. Miss Xie was too rough, too uncaring. She had worn out his master so much that his legs were weak.