GTB Chapter 172

Chapter 174: A Kiss Inside the Carriage

In just a moment, the two landed beside the carriage.

Jiang Jiuchu watched Shí Yan step into the carriage first, her heart a mix of joy and worry.

She was happy that he seemed to have forgiven her, but worried that… it seemed her future performance would determine things.

She took a deep breath, thinking, “It’s just a kiss, right? It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”

With that thought, she lifted her foot and entered the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Shí Yan leaned lazily against the inner side. Although he seemed nonchalant, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Jiuchu with an unusual depth.

Jiang Jiuchu didn’t sit down immediately. Instead, she closed the sliding door next to the curtain and then went to adjust the half-open carriage window.

Shí Yan quietly watched the busy Jiang Jiuchu, his eyes becoming increasingly unfathomable.

Once everything was done, Jiang Jiuchu glanced at Shí Yan, who was leaning against the side of the carriage. After a moment’s hesitation, she got up and sat next to him, or rather… on his lap.

She looked down at Shí Yan’s slightly bent legs, which were resting on the seat, and said awkwardly to him, who was leaning against the carriage wall, “Um… can you put your legs down? Or, can you sit up straight? Leaning like that, I… I can’t reach.”

Shí Yan didn’t lower his legs as Jiang Jiuchu asked. He remained leaning against the carriage wall, his arm propped on the edge of the tea table, his finger brushing against his nose. “It’s comfortable leaning like this. I don’t want to get up.”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at his lazy, uncooperative demeanor and didn’t indulge him. She said directly, “Then I can’t reach.”

“If you can’t reach, then find a way,” Shí Yan said, his voice slightly lower, sounding somewhat threatening.

Find a way? What way? Forcefully pull him up?

But given how reluctant he seemed to sit up, could she even pull him up?

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the reclining Shí Yan, her eyes gradually widening. Could it be that this man wanted her to… lie on top of him?

Heavens! Help! She, she, she, a young lady…, oh, wait! She’s married now, so she can’t be considered a young lady anymore.

But… but she hadn’t consummated their marriage yet! Suddenly doing this… wouldn’t it be a bit embarrassing for her?

Seeing that Jiang Jiuchu seemed to be retreating, Shí Yan’s eyes flickered before he abruptly opened his folding fan. “If you’re unwilling, then forget it. This prince will definitely not make such a request in the future.”

As soon as Jiang Jiuchu heard this, she quickly argued, “No, no, no, I didn’t say I was unwilling. Your Highness, don’t misunderstand me. I’m just… just a little thirsty.”

As she spoke, she picked up the teapot from the table and poured herself a cup of water. “I’ll drink some water first.”

Shí Yan watched Jiang Jiuchu drink two cups of tea in a row, the calculation in his eyes unwavering. He had to let her know that she was the one eagerly pursuing him.

After finishing her two cups of tea, Jiang Jiuchu finally put down the cup and turned her gaze towards Shí Yan.

On one side was the carriage wall, and on the other was the fixed tea table. If he didn’t get up, she would have to lie on top of him.

Moreover, there was no extra space on either side for her to support herself.

She looked up at Shí Yan, her little temper rising and falling, rising and falling.

Finally, just as Shí Yan picked up a book from the side and planned to start reading, she became anxious and quickly pounced on him.

Shí Yan’s expression changed as Jiang Jiuchu’s delicate body pressed down on him. He quickly put down the book and immediately reached out to pull Jiang Jiuchu up, barely avoiding his sensitive areas.

After pulling her up, he stopped moving. Their eyes met, their breaths close.

Jiang Jiuchu was stunned for a moment. Looking at the thin lips in front of her, a sudden impulse rose within her, prompting her pink lips forward. She naturally kissed him.

Her curled eyelashes trembled as they slowly closed, imitating the way Shí Yan kissed her, gently and cautiously licking his thin lips, which carried a faint aroma of wine.

The careful licking made Shí Yan’s throat move, as if a feather was brushing lightly against his heart, making him itch unbearably.

He couldn’t control himself any longer. He pressed his large hand against the back of her head and severely punished the instigator.

He also fiercely vented his longing, his restraint, and his memories of her after that drunken night.

Outside the carriage, the crowd bustled, but inside, their lips and teeth were entangled.

This kiss was no longer a game of one side dodging and the other chasing, but a mutual entanglement, with love constantly growing.

Shí Yan’s eyes were scarlet. Even though his body felt like it was on fire, he still didn’t let go of the person in his arms.

It wasn’t until the carriage slowly stopped in front of the Seventh Prince’s mansion that Shí Yan released the dizzy Jiang Jiuchu.

He looked at Jiang Jiuchu, whose eyes were alluring and whose lips were slightly swollen, and said in a hoarse voice, “We’re here.”

“Oh! Okay,” Jiang Jiuchu said, her face flushed, and quickly got off Shí Yan’s body.

Lowering her head, she realized that her clothes were disheveled and loose. She quickly turned to the side and frantically adjusted her collar.

After fixing her clothes, she quickly tidied her hair, then quickly opened the carriage door. Throughout the process, she was too embarrassed to even glance at Shí Yan.

However, just as she pushed open the carriage door and was about to lift the curtain to get off the carriage, Shí Yan suddenly stopped her.

“Wait…”

After calling out, Shí Yan took out a white silk handkerchief from his wide sleeves. With a long arm, he pulled Jiang Jiuchu back and tied the handkerchief around her face.