Transmigrated As My Former Uncle's Sweetheart



"Absolutely not," said Beitang You solemnly. "I was the one who suggested the competition rules, and I was also the one who decided to shell them and read Palace Memorials at the same time. I've got to keep up my end of the deal, don't I?" He then cast a glance at Chen Jin.

Receiving his message, Chen Jin left the bedchamber and closed the doors silently.

Outside the doors, Chen Jin wiped his sweat. Was his cunning master trying to lure Princess Yaoyao into his honey trap?

First, he took advantage of his sickness, and now his looks—his master was really pulling out all the stops to capture Princess Yaoyao's heart.

However, was he not a little too shameless?!

Shaking his head, he walked further away to avoid hearing anything he should not hear.

In the bedchamber.

Seeing how insistent Beitang You was—though not knowing why—Yaoyao shrugged. "It's your choice, then."

Beitang You tugged carelessly at his collar with his slender fingers, revealing his delicate collarbone. "I'm the loser. As we agreed earlier, the winner can demand anything from the loser, so think about what you want me to do, Yaoyao. I'll promise you anything, as long as it's within my ability."

Yaoyao had not actually intended to ask anything of him at first, but catching sight of the exposed skin under his collar sparked an idea in her mind.

After a moment of internal conflict, she bit her lip and asked cautiously, "Big Brother Beitang, will you really promise me anything? Will you keep your word?"

"Of course." Delighted that the little fish had taken the bait, Beitang You's lips quirked imperceptibly. "I give you my word."

Yaoyao fingered the edge of the table as she gazed at the deliciously attractive man before her. In the end, she bit her lip and made her decision.

She was just going to take one look—that was all.

She approached him step by step, then took his hand and led him to the bed.

Beitang You's other hand was tightly clenched. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his heart was drumming vigorously in his chest.

Although he was already mentally prepared, the girl's boldness made him slightly nervous nonetheless.

When they arrived at the bed, Yaoyao drew down the bed netting and told him to lie down.

Beitang You's body was tense as he lay on the bed.

Yaoyao scanned him from head to toe, feeling just as nervous.

However, she was more curious than anything.

After thinking for a moment, she took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and tied it around his eyes.

"Later on, you're not allowed to peek or make any sound. Just lie down and stay put." When Yaoyao saw the sheen of sweat on his smooth forehead, she said reassuringly, "Big Brother Beitang, I'm not going to do anything, really—so don't be nervous or afraid. Just relax." 

Stripped of his sight, Beitang You listened to her sweet voice ring in his ears, and he had to muster all the self-control he had to stop himself from pulling her into his arms.

Inside, he was yelling, 'It's all right, you can do whatever you want to me! You don't have to hold back!'

His lips parted, and he eventually responded with a soft hum.

Perhaps it was the atmosphere in the room that made Yaoyao find this throaty hum immensely seductive. Her legs went weak, and she flopped down on the edge of the bed.

Beitang You felt something moving all over his body and stopping at last at the sole of his foot. 

There was a sudden tickle, which elicited a muffled groan from him.

Yaoyao immediately said, "You promised you wouldn't make a sound."

Beitang You had no choice but to keep quiet.

Wave after wave of tickles ensued, each more unbearable than the last, but all he could do was endure it all until his face turned scarlet.