I've been bullied and humiliated for thirteen years; when I wake up, I'll be bloodthirsty.

Chapter 644 This time, you've broken the rules.

"Too?"

Lu Yangyang asked curiously, "What else?"

Zong Que patted her hair: "You'll see later. Alright, let's go. You've been living a tough life these past few days, enduring wind and rain. I'll have the cook prepare something delicious for you later."

"It's not really a hardship," Lu Yangyang said nonchalantly.

However, she was still a little tempted: "What delicious food did you make?"

"Go wash up first, I'll have them bring it over to you," Zong Que said with a smile.

Lu Yangyang nodded vigorously, and Zong Que chuckled as he led her toward the courtyard.

Once inside the courtyard, the servants had already prepared hot water. Lu Yangyang suddenly remembered, "I didn't bring any change of clothes, and my luggage is still at the shop!"

She kept things simple when traveling, and only had two or three sets of clothes to change into. But she was so focused on going to Renxintang to find someone that she forgot to bring her luggage.

As soon as she finished speaking, the maid came out carrying a stack of clothes: "Don't worry, Miss, everything has been prepared for you."

Lu Yangyang subconsciously looked at Zong Que.

Zong Que nodded to her: "Go ahead."

Lu Yangyang paused for a moment, then ran to Zong Que and quickly kissed him on the lips on tiptoe. "A Que, how come you can think of everything?"

He took care of everything, even though it was uncertain when she would be able to return to Jinzhou City or see him again. He had prepared everything for her, including food and clothing.

Back in Qingzhou, no one ever worried about these things for her.

Later, when she went to the capital, she was initially mocked for not having clothes that fit. It was Jiaojiao who stood up for her and made her new clothes. After that, many people were kind to her, and after her older brother gave her a lot of money, she never experienced hardship again. However, whenever Zongque was around, he would always arrange everything for her perfectly, even the most trivial matters, ensuring she never suffered any injustice.

She wasn't stupid. Although she didn't care much about these things and could accept them regardless of whether they were good or bad or appropriate, how could she not feel it when someone was so attentive to her? How could she not be moved?

From the moment she met him, he was always so attentive and gentle to her. Before, she was simply grateful for his kindness, but now, looking back, she realizes that those subtle and meticulous gestures have already completely filled her heart.

She simply never thought about love, but when she did, she knew it was all about him, and could only be him.

Zong Que looked down at her, brushing away her messy hair with his fingertips. "It's just a small matter. Since I'm by your side, how could I neglect such a small thing? That would be my fault."

Lu Yangyang's heart was instantly warmed. She looked at him with clear eyes and couldn't help but say, "Wait for me for a few days, and I'll give you a big gift in return."

Zong Que smiled and replied, "Okay."

Lu Yangyang reluctantly let go of him and turned to go to the bathroom.

Soaking in the warm water, Lu Yangyang's mind drifted to the intimate scenes between the two of them, and her cheeks flushed. She brushed her fingertips against her lips, "Could this be what it feels like to have someone you like?"

The more Lu Yangyang thought about it, the hotter her ears felt, and the corners of her lips curled up. "I keep thinking about him, wanting to be close to him, and I can't help it."

"It seems pretty good!"

Lu Yangyang chuckled twice, then rubbed her face. "I'm still not very skilled. If we get closer in the future, I probably won't be so nervous. Practice makes perfect, yes, that must be it!"

"Maintain a thirst for knowledge!"

"How about we kiss somewhere else next time?"

"Oh dear, Lu Yangyang, what on earth are you thinking about?"

As Lu Yangyang muttered to herself, she felt not only her face getting hot, but her whole body was also burning up. She quickly shook her head, "Stop thinking about it! Think about something else, think about something else!"

Lu Yangyang muttered to herself as she tried to change her mind, but when she closed her eyes, all she could see was Zong Que's unfairly sculpted face. She leaned weakly against the edge of the bathtub and whispered, "Did I fall for him too quickly?"

"Stop, stop, stop! Let's get serious, serious!"

Lu Yangyang pinched her cheek. "Why do I feel like I'm looking a little silly right now?"

Just then, a maid knocked on the door. "Miss, it's been quite a while, the water's probably getting cold. Would you like some hot water?"

Lu Yangyang felt hot and steamy. "No, no need. I think the water is still too hot."

Lu Yangyang quickly finished washing up and got out of the bathtub. She changed into a light and comfortable nightgown, dried her hair haphazardly, and went outside.

Zong Que was sitting at the table writing when he heard the noise. He looked up and saw Lu Yangyang walk out. His pen paused, and a blot of ink fell onto the paper.

He put down his pen, stood up and walked to Lu Yangyang's side, his fingertips tracing a strand of her wet hair: "Why did you come out like this? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Lu Yangyang looked up at him, then suddenly reached out and hugged his neck. "Your Highness, please sit down in a chair. Your legs can't stand for long."

Zong Que was a little confused, but he did as she asked. Afraid that she might accidentally step on him and trip, he put one arm around her waist, sat on the soft couch, and patiently asked, "What's wrong? Dry your hair first."

Seeing that he was seated, Lu Yangyang lifted her leg and knelt on his lap, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

Zong Que cupped her face in one hand, "Yangyang?"

Lu Yangyang looked at him sincerely, "Your Highness, my lips were swollen just now. I think it might be because I'm not very skilled. Do you think it's necessary to practice?"

"Hmm?" Zong Que's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice hoarse: "Not very skilled?"

“Yes, so Your Highness,” Lu Yangyang asked him innocently, “would you like to practice a bit?”

Zong Que's fingers, which were cupping her cheeks, slowly tightened. "Yangyang, this time, you've broken the rules."

"I committed a crime—" Lu Yangyang's words were swallowed up by Zong Que before she could finish speaking.

Lu Yangyang weakly gripped Zong Que's collar with her fingertips, breathing slightly heavily: "Your Highness, my lips seem even more swollen."

"It's my fault, my technique isn't good enough. Listen to Yangyang, I'll practice more in the future," Zong Que comforted her gently.

Lu Yangyang blinked. She was the one who brought up the topic, so why did it feel a little strange now?

What's wrong?

Before Lu Yangyang could figure it out, Zong Que picked her up by the waist with one hand, put her on a chair, dried her hair with a cotton towel, and kissed her forehead lightly. "Are you hungry? Go change your clothes, the food is getting cold."

Lu Yangyang's stomach rumbled loudly in response.

Lu Yangyang gently bit her lip. So, even she could be so captivated by beauty that she forgot to eat!

Just then, a maid's voice rang out at the door, "Miss, Lord Pei said that Miss Wen sent someone to tell you that what you requested has arrived."