I'm competing with the male lead for a woman (GL) - Chapter 3.2

Indeed, Xiao Jin doesn’t have much patience either, but it’s definitely much better than the original owner.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders in the room right now, and the female lead has only just met the original owner, so Xiao Jin doesn’t have to worry about breaking her character.

Considering it was their first meeting, Xiao Jin remained patient, picked up a ladle of wine, and handed it to Chu Shao: “It doesn’t have any special use, just drink it.”

Chu Shao took the other half of the bitter gourd, and the smile in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by confusion.

She had just been observing Xiao Jin, so there was absolutely no way Xiao Jin could have poisoned the drink while handing it over.

Chu Shao looked at the wine in her hand with a troubled expression.

So, what could be the reason behind the Prince of Yan from Qi Kingdom inviting her to drink a cup of non-poisonous wine?

After a moment, Chu Shao, holding the cup of wedding wine, felt a bit happy again.

Someone claimed to be infatuated with her, and that person was also the mastermind behind the downfall of the Yao Kingdom.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

Unfortunately, this person looks like they are at death’s door and probably won’t make it through tomorrow.

Chu Shao was happily thinking about this matter while bringing the bottle gourd to her lips, intending to drink the wedding wine. However, before she could bring the wine to her throat, Xiao Jin grabbed her wrist.

Xiao Jin noticed that Chu Shao’s wrist trembled violently for a moment.

The wine in the bottle also rippled with this movement.

Xiao Jin felt a doubt in her heart, always thinking that Chu Shao’s recent actions were like a conditioned reflex.

So… what happened to the gentle persona we talked about? This level of defensiveness is just too much, isn’t it?

Without making Xiao Jin wonder for too long, Chu Shao’s body quickly relaxed, no longer tense like before, and softly asked, “Your Highness, why did you hold my hand?”

Although Xiao Jin was not a local, she knew that wedding wine was not drunk like this. She explained, “When drinking wedding wine, the couple should exchange cups.”

Chu Shao looked at the wine in the ladle, a smile starting to appear on her face again: “A toast? How do we toast?”

“Like this.”

Xiao Jin sat in the wheelchair, leaning slightly forward, demonstrating the standard moves to Chu Shao.

The left hand crossed over Chu Shao’s raised wrist, and the sleeve inadvertently brushed against the other person’s skin, causing the wine in the ladle to ripple once more.

The bottle gourd swayed a bit.

Xiao Jin could vaguely sense that Chu Shao seemed to dislike physical contact with others.

It turns out, Xiao Jin was right.

Chu Shao indeed hated being touched by others. When Xiao Jin first touched her, she almost instinctively tried to counter-grab the person’s hand.

However, Xiao Jin’s knuckles were very cold, and their texture was not as rough as that of an ordinary man.

Except for the thin calluses on the fingertips from practicing martial arts, the whole hand was soft, a very gentle and casual touch.

That kind of touch feels like an ice crystal flower blooming in winter.

Chu Shao did not love the Yao Kingdom, but she liked the ice lotus flowers that grew in the Yao Kingdom. Therefore, her wrist only trembled for a moment and did not break free from the cool restraint.

However, Xiao Jin was prepared to give up.

Since Chu Shao doesn’t like to drink a toast, she won’t insist.

Xiao Jin was about to skip the ritual of drinking the marriage wine, but unexpectedly, Chu Shao’s hand suddenly and gently rested on her wrist.

Before she could understand the other person’s thoughts, she heard a laughing voice say, “Why isn’t His Highness drinking?”

The ends of the bottle gourd are tied with red thread.

If one person doesn’t drink, the other shouldn’t even think about it.

Xiao Jin could only raise her hand, lift the gourd filled with wine, and drink the marriage wine with Chu Shao.

The two of them are in the same room, sitting very close to each other.

When tilting her head to drink, her sleeve slipped down a bit, and her wrists were pressed tightly against each other, the sound of swallowing the liquor was very clear.

Chu Shao felt a bit excited because she had never drunk alcohol this way before.

Although for her, drinking alcohol was no different from drinking water, Xiao Jin’s skin was delicate and cool, and he carried a faint scent of mint.

He didn’t seem like a man she would hate; instead, he smelled like a woman who had just bathed, with such a light and delicate fragrance.

Chu Shao’s eyelashes trembled.

The speed of swallowing the drink also quickened due to the inner joy.

If I could sever Xiao Jin’s hand at the wrist, put it in a box, would I be able to always smell the fragrance and preserve that strange sensation?

Xiao Jin didn’t know that Chu Shao’s thoughts were so morbid; she just saw the other person drinking more and more urgently, with liquor spilling onto her lips.

She was somewhat surprised. Does the Yao Kingdom not produce alcohol?

Even if we don’t produce wine, we can still be wine transporters and import it from other countries.

Look at what you’ve done to the child. A perfectly fine princess, who has never even had a sip of wine in her life, no wonder she’s seriously ill.

The gourd’s handle is tied together with a red thread.

Chu Shao drank quickly, and Xiao Jin was not willing to fall behind.

In modern times, when even two taels of liquor need to be savored, she did not hold back and drank a large ladle, fully showcasing the demeanor of the Prince of Yan.

After forcibly putting on a show, Xiao Jin put down the bottle gourd and leaned back in her wheelchair, coughing violently.

Furrowing my brows, my heart and lungs are aching from the strain.

By the time Xiao Jin finished coughing, not only was her clothes soaked in blood, but even the carpet was splattered with a horrifying red.

At this moment, Xiao Jin finally understood the original owner’s intention of wearing black clothes.

This idea is quite good.

First, it should withstand dirt; second, it should save money.

However, after Xiao Jin finished coughing and redirected her gaze to Chu Shao, she was astonished to find that the pristine white shoes were splattered with a few glaring drops of red.

Ah, this.

It feels a bit off.