Beloved Little Treasure - Chapter 92

Hao Yan Che didn’t accept the werewolf ring from Qiu Li Luo.

Qiu Li Luo put the werewolf ring on Hao Yan Che’s desk.

‘It’s yours,’ Qiu Li Luo said.

‘There’s never been a time I wanted it,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Xiao Che, this is your fate,’ Qiu Li Luo said.

Hao Yan Che looked coldly at Qiu Li Luo. He picked up the werewolf ring, and put it on Yuan Gun Gun’s hand. Then he held Yuan Gun Gun’s face and kissed her lips. He bit his tongue and Yuan Gun Gun’s tongue, she cried out and tasted blood in her mouth.

After Hao Yan Che and Yuan Gun Gun’s blood mixed in their mouths, he let go of her. Yuan Gun Gun gasped for air and looked confusedly at Hao Yan Che.

Hao Yan Che ran a finger over the mixed blood on his lips, and used the mixed blood to write an ancient inscription on Yuan Gun Gun’s forehead.

‘Put the ring on my left thumb,’ Hao Yan Che said to Yuan Gun Gun.

Yuan Gun Gun looked at the small werewolf ring on her hand. She doubted the ring would fit on Hao Yan Che’s left thumb.

After a moment of hesitation, Yuan Gun Gun put the werewolf ring on Hao Yan Che’s left thumb. The blood ancient inscription on Yuan Gun Gun’s forehead emitted a bright white light, her body absorbed the white light and the blood ancient inscription became invisible.

‘Dad, mum, you two can leave now,’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘Mummy wants to stay…’ Qiu Li Luo said.

‘Let’s go,’ Hao Yan Que said.

‘Hao Yan Que, wait…’ Qiu Li Luo said.

Hao Yan Que held Qiu Li Luo’s hand, and pulled her outside of Hao Yan Che’s office.

Jia Tu and Yi Tu bowed to Hao Yan Che and they left his office too.

After the door closed, Hao Yan Che held Yuan Gun Gun’s body tightly against his body, and he roughly kissed her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. A long time later, he licked her lips, and let go of her lips to let her breathe.

‘Why did you bite me?’ Yuan Gun Gun asked.

‘If you dare receive another gift from another man, I’ll bite you to death,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Suddenly Yuan Gun Gun’s head felt dizzy, and she pressed her hand on her forehead.

Hao Yan Che carried Yuan Gun Gun to the bedroom.

‘Young master, my head feels dizzy,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che laid Yuan Gun Gun on the bed, and pulled the bedsheet over her body.

‘Sleep,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun clutched Hao Yan Che’s arm.

‘I don’t want to stay here by myself,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

Hao Yan Che got into bed, laid under the bedsheet and hugged Yuan Gun Gun. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He caressed her back, and looked at the blood ancient inscription on her forehead that other people couldn’t see.

‘Dummy rice ball,’ Hao Yan Che whispered affectionately. ‘I gave up my freedom for you.’

Three days later, Yuan Gun Gun woke up from the deep sleep. She opened her eyes and was disappointed Hao Yan Che wasn’t lying next to her. She got out of the bed, went to the bathroom and took a bath.

One hour later, Yuan Gun Gun dressed and walked out of the bathroom. She was happy to see Hao Yan Che sitting on the bed.

‘Come here,’ Hao Yan Che said.

Yuan Gun Gun walked to the bed, and Hao Yan Che held her on his lap.

‘Where do you feel pain?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘My head is dizzy,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘There are stars spinning around my head, my stomach is hungry and my whole body aches.’

Hao Yan Che stroked Yuan Gun Gun’s wet hair. His heart hurt, because her body was still in pain after receiving his blood three days ago.

‘I’m really hungry,’ Yuan Gun Gun said. ‘I want to eat.’

Hao Yan Che called Mrs Chen on the phone.

‘Aunt Chen, cook light meals and bring it here…’ Hao Yan Che said.

‘I want to eat the dish from last time,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘What dish?’ Hao Yan Che asked.

‘The dish you called pigs’ fodder,’ Yuan Gun Gun said.

‘Aunty Chen, cook the tofu and duck legs broth and apple dates congee,’ Hao Yan Che instructed and hung up the phone.

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End of Chapter Ninety-Two