Beloved Little Treasure

Hao Yan Che was satisfied Yuan Gun Gun agreed not to mention Na Liu Ting Du’s name again.

‘Do you like your new teacher?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Yes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. She sniffed her nose and smiled at Hao Yan Che. ‘She gave me chocolate.’

‘Will you like her if she doesn’t give you chocolate?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Yes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che stroked his dummy rice ball’s long hair.

‘Young master, can I sleep now?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked and yawned.

‘Um,’ Hao Yan Che said. He turned off the light and caressed Yuan Gun Gun’s face. ‘Go to sleep.’

Yuan Gun Gun hugged Hao Yan Che’s waist and quickly fell asleep. He kissed her forehead and looked lovingly at her sleeping face.

Several days past, the servants were used to seeing their young master being affectionate toward their future young mistress outside of her home school hours. Occasionally, the servants heard Yuan Gun Gun cry out in pain and Hao Yan Che raising his voice. The servants were happy their young master and future young mistress reconciled.

One day at five in the afternoon, Yuan Gun Gun walked into the study room as usual. She pulled Hao Yan Che’s shirt sleeve and smiled at him.

‘Young master, it’s time to eat dessert,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che hugged Yuan Gun Gun.

‘What’s the rush?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘I want to eat,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che held Yuan Gun Gun’s face and kissed her lips.

‘Um...’ Yuan Gun Gun moaned.

Yuan Gun Gun was embarrassed Hao Yan Che kissed her deeply in front of Jia Tu.

The only dessert Hao Yan Che wanted to eat was Yuan Gun Gun’s sweet lips. He licked her swollen lips and she moaned on his tongue.

‘I let you eat dessert already,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I don’t want to eat your saliva,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I want to eat dessert.’

Hao Yan Che frowned and held Yuan Gun Gun’s face.

‘You’re not allowed to eat dessert,’ Hao Yan Che said.

It was Yuan Gun Gun’s turn to frown. She quietly opened a drawer from the desk, and took out a chocolate from the chocolate box. Hao Yan Che slapped her hand.

‘Ow... it hurts,’ Yuan Gun Gun said and rubbed her red hand.

‘You have guts if you dare to steal,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘This box of chocolates belongs to me,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Aunty Chen gave it to me.’

‘From the top of your head to the bottom of your feet, what doesn’t belong to me?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘I’m yours,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘The box of chocolates is mine.’

‘You don’t have the right to negotiate with me,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I want to eat,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Aunty Chen gave it to me.’

Yuan Gun Gun was too scared to take the box of chocolates.

‘You’re not allowed to eat it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Hao Yan Che closed the drawer, and disappointed Yuan Gun Gun.

‘I want to eat dessert,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘No,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘You broke your promise,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘You said after class, I can eat dessert.’

‘You dare raise you voice at me?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

Yuan Gun Gun covered her face, and Hao Yan Che ignored her. Suddenly her stomach ached, she hunched over and held her stomach.

‘What’s wrong?’ Hao Yan Che asked. ‘Are you experiencing withdrawal symptoms because you can’t eat dessert?’

‘No... it hurts,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che was startled to see Yuan Gun Gun’s complexion paled.

‘What’s wrong?’ Hao Yan Che asked sincerely.

Yuan Gun Gun felt something drip onto her underwear.

‘Tell me what’s wrong,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun didn’t know what to say.

‘Jia Tu, go call the doctor!’ Hao Yan Che ordered.

Jia Tu ran outside to call a doctor.

‘You don’t have to,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Don’t say anything,’ Hao Yan Che said and carried Yuan Gun Gun to their bedroom.

In the master bedroom, Hao Yan Che began taking off Yuan Gun Gun’s clothes because he wanted to find out why there was fresh blood on her body.

‘Young master... what are you doing?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked and curled herself into a ball.

‘Where are you injured?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘I’m not injured,’ Yuan Gun Gun said and blushed.

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End of Chapter Seventy