Chapter 90 “Seduce”

Chapter 90: "The Seducer"

The mere thought of Xie Yan’s tormenting ways when he was angry sent shivers down my spine.

Back when we weren’t together, every time he got angry, he’d resort to sarcastic, cutting remarks, biting and gnawing indiscriminately at any exposed skin on me, completely abandoning any pretense of gentlemanly conduct. He was, frankly, more vindictive than a stray dog, harping on every single grievance until you admitted your mistake, begged for mercy, and swore never to repeat it—only then would he mercifully retract his sharp fangs.

After we became a couple, I almost always deferred to his temper, not daring to offend him in the slightest, behaving with excessive obedience. As a result, his temper mellowed considerably, and he rarely picked fights with me.

But now, the relationship between us is neither good nor bad; it hardly feels like we’re still together. Lately, he’s been excessively cold towards me, as if he can’t stand the sight of me. Every time I seek him out, I feel distinctly unwelcome.

Yet, if you were to say we’re no longer together, Xie Yan still shows intense concern for my well-being, sending all sorts of potent tonics to my room and insisting I drink every last drop of the medicinal soup under his watchful eye.

Sigh, I’m afraid he might bully and bite me like he used to, but I can’t *not* go. The wound on Xie Yan’s hand needs cleaning and treatment. If I don’t go, given his nature, he’ll surely leave those broken porcelain shards embedded in his flesh, letting his hand fester.

With this thought, I mustered my courage and opened the door.

Xie Yan was still seated by the window, his wheelchair drawn up to the sill. It was breakfast time, yet the food on the table remained untouched. Two sets of bowls and chopsticks were neatly arranged, with only the fragrant steam of rice porridge rising gently with the morning breeze, swirling into a light mist.

It was only when I noticed the two sets of tableware that I suddenly remembered: when I came yesterday morning, it was the same scene. Xie Yan seemed to be waiting for someone to share a meal with him, but at the time, I was rushing to meet my master and didn’t give it much thought. Now, however, it suddenly dawned on me like a stroke of luck, as if hit by the goddess of fortune, and my heart swelled with joy.

Today, Xie Yan wore a luxurious, gold-threaded brocade robe, its wide sleeves embroidered with vibrant peonies. But with the wound on his hand dripping blood, the peonies were utterly ruined, looking like clusters of deadly flowers nourished by fresh blood.

An exquisite jade crown held up his thick, dark hair, revealing his refined, proud brows and eyes. His long, dense eyelashes were dusted with morning sunlight, like golden butterflies poised for flight. If not for his thin lips pressed into a cold, stern line, this tableau of a beauty by the window would have been quite pleasing to the eye.

I quickly walked over to Xie Yan, crouching beside his long, straight legs, then looked up at his expression and said gently, "The porcelain pieces in your hand need to be removed. I’ll go get some gauze and tweezers from the military doctor. Wait for me for a moment, okay?"

"Feng Jiuyue," Xie Yan completely ignored my anxious expression. Instead, he immediately used his uninjured hand to grab my chin, squeezing just hard enough with his thumb and forefinger to make me cry out in pain. "Does it make you uncomfortable if you go a single day without seducing people?"

**Author’s Note:**

I’m not feeling very well, so today’s update is a bit short. I’ll try to update more tomorrow.

Sob, I originally planned to finish this week or next week, but my writer’s block is really killing me, ahhhh.

Quick question: sometimes when I have writer’s block, I can only write around one or two thousand words. In such cases, I’m not sure whether it’s better to post it or just take the day off. What would you prefer—should I take the day off or post shorter updates?