Chapter 72 - What To Do if You’re the Villain and the Heroine Likes You

He Yunxiao did not dare to speak up and disturb her, fearing that the girl might startle herself and accidentally prick her finger after getting scared by him. He quietly pushed the door open and walked in, arranging the preserved fruits, rouge, and fish one by one. Then, he walked behind Meng Qingrou and watched her. She was embroidering a sachet. Even though He Yunxiao wasn't a professional, he could tell that the fabric of the sachet was average and the needlework of Meng Qingrou was even more so. It barely qualified as needlework. And no wonder, she couldn’t handle these things. She couldn't practice much at all. When He Yunxiao saw a pause in Meng Qingrou's stitching, he suddenly reached out and snatched the sachet including the needle and thread. Meng Qingrou looked at her suddenly empty hand and paused for a moment, then belatedly looked up. "Sir Xiao! You..." He Yunxiao quickly said, "We agreed yesterday that I would come to continue treating your injuries today." Meng Qingrou reached out her left hand anxiously, "My hand is almost healed, no need for treatment." Meng Qingrou's hand was indeed almost healed. Yesterday's wound had scabbed over today, and it was hard to see any signs of it. But was it a matter of whether the wound was healed or not? He Yunxiao pretended to be angry, pointing at the little red dot on Meng Qingrou's hand, "Is this a fresh needle prick?" Meng Qingrou lowered her head in guilt. "If it weren't for my blood transfusion yesterday, even if you were pricked, due to the small wound, the bleeding might not have stopped for a while." He Yunxiao placed the sachet, which was halfway embroidered, on the table. Then he began to admonish Meng Qingrou. "Do you know you have hemophilia? Can you handle sharp objects? As the princess of the Qi Kingdom, a 16-year-old girl, can you..." Meng Qingrou raised her head slightly and said tentatively, "Sir Xiao, Nanzhu is seventeen..." "You dare to argue with me! You!" He Yunxiao pretended to strike. Meng Qingrou, seeing him like this, immediately lowered her head. She placed her hands on her lap, her right hand's two fingers nervously clasped by her left hand. At the same time, her long and well-proportioned legs were tightly together. It was a complete display of submission: Nanzhu knew she had done something wrong and was willing to accept any punishment. Seeing Meng Qingrou like this, He Yunxiao immediately felt soft-hearted. Men can have a soft heart, but not in other aspects. He Yunxiao squatted down, poked her nose, and said solemnly, "Care more about yourself. It's fortunate that my blood is still useful. You pricked your finger today, fortunately, there was no bleeding. Next time, leave such tasks to the palace maids." Meng Qingrou softly said, "Xing'er and the others are very busy, Nanzhu doesn't want to trouble them anymore. Besides, this sachet is for my sister. I want to make it myself..." Thinking that he had given Nanzhu quite a good amount of blood yesterday, He Yunxiao thought it should be enough for a while and at least wouldn't cause any major problems if she pricked her finger. So he softened his tone and said, "Promise not to prick your finger again, and I'll agree to let you do it." Meng Qingrou quickly nodded, "Yes, I promise." He Yunxiao picked up the needle and thread and sachet and handed them back to Meng Qingrou, making sure to protect the needle from possibly pricking Nanzhu. "Here, take it back." Meng Qingrou sweetly smiled, "Thank you, Sir Xiao!" He Yunxiao also smiled, "Satisfied? If you are, let's begin the treatment. Come on, hold out your hand." Meng Qingrou certainly knew what "treatment" meant. Last night, she held hands with Sir Xiao for a whole half hour. Even if she was now considering discussing with her sister not to marry He Yunxiao, she had not officially been engaged to him yet... Although the relationship between a doctor and a patient could explain it, but... I've already recovered completely... Seeing Meng Qingrou hesitating, He Yunxiao knew that his opportunity had come again. Without any hesitation. "Slap!" A tingling sensation and a familiar sound sent a wave to Meng Qingrou's brain. Her face instantly turned red, and then she began to panic unconsciously. He Yunxiao looked at her and smiled, "Hand." In her flustered state, Meng Qingrou was at a loss and couldn't even speak with the snacks in her mouth, but obediently raised her left hand to hand it over to He Yunxiao. "Separate your fingers yourself." Blushing, Meng Qingrou pretended not to hear. But He Yunxiao wouldn't let her off the hook like that. "Slap!" Meng Qingrou turned her face away, afraid to look at her left hand as if she were afraid of getting an injection, blushing and biting her lip, feeling both shy and ashamed. But she still obediently separated her fingers, waiting for He Yunxiao's large hand to hold hers. Seeing her like this, He Yunxiao intentionally teased her, not immediately gripping her hand. He directed his fingers from the base of her palm, slowly rubbing and pushing upward. The sensation she experienced last night soon returned to Meng Qingrou. She only felt her left hand, rough, warm, and firm, as if there was a sheltering tree amidst the storms and rain. Her attention was slowly drawn from other parts of her body to her hand. Just then, the large hand suddenly moved, completely grasping her delicate hand, fingers interlocking closely, firmly pressed together. Due to her concentrated attention on her hand, the overwhelming sensation overwhelmed her, causing her face to instantly turn red, and subconsciously she stiffened her whole body, pressing her legs tightly together. It felt as if she was being electrified from head to toe. Seeing her hand being firmly held by He Yunxiao, Meng Qingrou, feeling awkward, said, "Sir Xiao, how long will the treatment take today?" He Yunxiao thought for a moment and, not wanting to take advantage, just doubled the time, saying, "An hour." Meng Qingrou was given a firm grasp of her hand, and protested, "Yesterday it was only half an hour." He Yunxiao explained in a roundabout way, "Yesterday was only half an hour because we didn't separate hands the whole time." Meng Qingrou reasoned, "Can’t we not separate hands today?" He Yunxiao smiled, "If that's what you say, then we won’t separate hands." Meng Qingrou: ??? He Yunxiao didn't care about whether it was a trick or not, as there was nothing to trick about with his own wife, it was all about fun. He reached and even topped off her hand, leading Meng Qingrou to the place where he had placed the "New Year gifts." He packed several bags of snacks into Meng Qingrou's hands, then picked up the rouge and placed it on her dressing table. He Yunxiao earnestly advised her, "This rouge isn’t expensive, use it as you wish. When you run out, I'll buy more." Seeing Meng Qingrou's empty dressing table, He Yunxiao asked, "What else do you want? Hairpins, hair sticks, necklaces, bracelets?" She hesitated. He Yunxiao added, "I have money at home, so you don't have to be polite." Meng Qingrou hesitated, "Why are you so kind to Nanzhu, even though we are not related?" "I like you." "What does 'like you' mean..." He Yunxiao didn't rush to answer. Instead, he led her to the table, unpacked the snacks in her arms, and then picked one of each to put into her mouth. At this moment, Meng Qingrou, her cheeks puffed up like a little hamster. "You've eaten my snacks, and my blood runs in your body. From now on, you're mine and can only marry me, and you can't run away." Meng Qingrou widened her eyes, feeling that she had been fooled. At that moment, with snacks in her mouth, she couldn't say anything! He Yunxiao said, "I respect people's opinions. You have ten seconds to object." Meng Qingrou, feeling speechless, chewed quickly. He Yunxiao started the countdown, "Ten! Nine! Zero! Time's up. If you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement." Meng Qingrou was in a difficult position at this moment. The only thing that could comfort her was that the snacks were quite delicious.