Beloved Little Treasure Chapter 93

Note: Chapter ninety-three has mature content. Readers not of a mature age, skip chapter ninety-three.

Hao Yan Che dried Yuan Gun Gun’s wet hair.

‘Sleep,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I want to eat,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Sleep,’ Hao Yan Che said. He patted Yuan Gun Gun’s back. ‘I’ll wake you up when the dishes are cooked.’

Yuan Gun Gun nodded her head, and drifted off to sleep.

After the dishes were cooked, Hao Yan Che woke up Yuan Gun Gun and he fed her the dishes she wanted to eat.

For a week, Yuan Gun Gun’s body drifted in and out of consciousness. Hao Yan Che stayed by her side, and fed her during the times she was awake.

It took Yuan Gun Gun’s body a week to recover after receiving Hao Yan Che’s blood.

‘Why are you giving me that look?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

Yuan Gun Gun sat up on the bed.

‘Young master,’ Yuan Gun Gun called.

‘What did you call me?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Che,’ Yuan Gun Gun called.

‘Good,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘You and aunty Li can turn into snow white werewolves,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘Are you and aunty Li humans or demons?’

Hao Yan Che looked into Yuan Gun Gun’s curious eyes. She behaved differently to other people. She was curious about his roots instead of being scared of him.

Yuan Gun Gun straddled Hao Yan Che’s thighs, and used a towel to dry his wet hair as an incentive for him to answer her question.

If Hao Yan Che didn’t know Yuan Gun Gun had an innocent mind, he would have thought she was seducing him.

‘Che, why aren’t you saying anything?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

Yuan Gun Gun focused on drying Hao Yan Che’s hair that she didn’t realise she dangled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in front of Hao Yan Che’s mouth. But Hao Yan Che noticed. His mouth opened on its own and bit one breast.

Yuan Gun Gun pushed Hao Yan Che’s chest, and she fell onto the floor.

‘Ah!’ Yuan Gun Gun cried out.

Hao Yan Che jumped out of bed to help Yuan Gun Gun up. But she got up on her own, and took two steps back.

‘Stay away,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘It’s your fault.’

‘I didn’t ask you to push my chest,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘If someone bit your chest, would you do nothing?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

Yuan Gun Gun rubbed her head and her bottom.

‘If someone dangled their chest in front of your mouth, would you do nothing?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘You!’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Yuan Gun Gun’s face turned red from anger and embarra.s.sment.

‘I let your intention to kick me out of bed slide but you dare to raise your voice at me,’ Hao Yan Che said. ‘How should I punish you?’

Yuan Gun Gun took another step back.

‘Come here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I don’t want to,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Are you coming here or not?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘No,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘You dare disobey me?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

Yuan Gun Gun turned around to run. But Hao Yan Che caught her, and slung her body over his shoulder.

‘Put me down,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che dropped Yuan Gun Gun on the bed. He straddled her thighs, held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and bit each breast hard.

‘Um… ah… no…’ Yuan Gun Gun murmured and her face turned bright red.

Hao Yan Che stopped biting Yuan Gun Gun’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s, stretched his legs and laid on top of her.

‘Does it matter if I’m a human or a demon?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I’m just curious.’

‘Are you saying it doesn’t matter what I am, it’s not important to you?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘Yes,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘It doesn’t matter if you’re human or a demon, because you’ll still be my young master.’

Hao Yan Che looked at Yuan Gun Gun’s sincere eyes.

‘If I guess correctly whether you’re a human or a demon, will you let me rest at home?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘Dream on,’ Hao Yan Che said.

End of Chapter Ninety-Three