The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1108

Chapter 1108: 535 Crafty Jiaojiao (First Release)

"Not there? Hmm?"

Xiao Hen raised an eyebrow, a muffled voice coming through clenched teeth.

However, the person caught in the act didn’t seem to feel guilty at all; her cool fingertips continued to peck downwards.

Xiao Hen was both amused and exasperated.

In this world, there was no one with a thicker face than this girl.

By nature, Xiao Hen was a shy person, whose heart would race for a long while even from holding hands, but he couldn’t stand how someone kept taking advantage of him time and again, and so unabashedly at that.

Did this girl really think he wouldn’t dare to do anything to her?

He pinched her smooth little chin with a hint of a threat in his voice, "So you don’t want to sleep, do you?"

Gu Jiao’s mischievous hand paused briefly, her eyes still closed, she said, "I do."

"No, you don’t."

Xiao Hen then flipped over, propping his elbows on both sides of her, pressing her down beneath him in a feigned manner.

Since she was the one who provoked him first, he wouldn’t let her sleep well.

He lowered his head and covered her soft lips with his.

From the moment she had returned through the wind and snow to appear before him, wishing him "Happy Birthday, Lord Xiao," he had wanted to do just this.

He struggled to restrain himself; this girl had no idea how hard he fought to control himself, easily breaking all his restraints with ease.

After resting at home for a few days, the lips that had been chapped by the wind and frost regained their moisture and softness.

His breathing became ragged, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.

He briefly let her go just before the last shred of his composure collapsed.

"Your face is red," Gu Jiao said.

"Don’t talk!" he buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"Your ears are red too," Gu Jiao continued.

"Gu Jiaojiao!" his voice was husky.

Gu Jiao slightly turned her head, her small mouth aimed at his reddening ear, whispering softly, "Your voice doesn’t even sound like your own~"

Xiao Hen’s breath hitched, "...Gu Jiaojiao!"

"Here," Gu Jiao obediently responded.

That single word made Xiao Hen’s heart melt, the flames of embarrassment swiftly extinguished by a bucket of ice-cold water, leaving him with a wry smile looking down at the person beneath him.

The person beneath him still had her eyes closed in feigned ignorance.

Xiao Hen shifted his elbows inward, holding her even tighter, then the corner of his lips raised in a chuckle, "Aren’t you supposed to be asleep? How is it that you can see now?"