Chapter 57: Who Wants to Play with Fire?

You don't like it?

Yun Xiyue heard Yang Jun's words, gave a slight smile, repeating those few words, but she wasn't angry.

Her eyes stared intently at Yang Jun, half-smiling.

Exactly!

Yang Jun nodded, looking determined.

【Back then, I was also a big shot who had things before me and no worries in mind.】

【Whether it's Martial Sister Wu, Meal Sister, or Little Sister Sanpu, they could only catch my eye, never stay in my heart.】

【Serving the Party and the people is my ultimate goal; you must not mess up my heart!】

Yang Jun's gaze swept over her, taking in Yun Xiyue completely.

The whiteness and tenderness beneath the water ripples were indeed easy on the eyes.

Yun Xiyue gave a hehe laugh, scooped up water, and splashed it at Yang Jun.

Crazy woman, what are you doing? You'll get soaked!

Yang Jun widened his eyes, looking displeased.

To him, such things were also a major challenge.

After all, when Yun Xiyue made that gesture, she happened to splash the water, exposing many of her weak points.

These aren't something I insist on seeing; you're deliberately exposing yourself!

Yang Jun thought about such things, his eyes fixed firmly ahead.

But Princess Yun Xiyue actually crossed her arms over her chest, covering everything.

【This is really annoying; since it's a test and a challenge, you should take it seriously—give it your all, why do you have to be like this?】

Yang Jun's anger was great, and Yun Xiyue felt it too, though she knew what caused it.

Yun Xiyue seemed to enjoy this; this feeling truly let her feel comfort from deep within.

"Yang Jun, do you want to look?"

"Want? Pah, I'm an upright gentleman, not like you—what's there to look at? I tell you, no, absolutely not, you're slandering me!"

Yang Jun raised his voice, repeatedly defending himself—this woman is too hateful.

Why must I agree to let her come along?

Let's see, how did things turn out like this?

Why do I have to bring trouble upon myself?

"It's fine, I won't laugh at you, and I certainly won't punish you."

"If you want to, just say it."

"Wanting to look isn't exactly abnormal—what's the big deal?"

Yun Xiyue spoke in a coquettish voice; Yang Jun snorted coldly—this woman must be sick!

"Yang Jun, when do you say we'll get married?"

"We can't."

"No, we definitely will—if we got married, wouldn't you cling to me every day and do bad things?"

"You, who do you think you are? What do you take me for?"

"Of course, husband and wife—the princess is also a woman; marrying you makes her your wife, doing a bit of bad isn't exactly abnormal, right?"

"Speak up—how many kids do you want? I can bear them all, and I'll surely bear them to your satisfaction."

"Awesome!"

Yang Jun still couldn't help but blurt out such a sentence.

"Then go ahead and say it—do you want to try it now?"

Yun Xiyue placed both hands on the edge of the bathtub, her gaze toward Yang Jun.

At this moment she didn't speak, but her eyes seemed to talk, always brimming with boundless tenderness that flowed outward.

Especially now, Yun Xiyue's ten jade-like fingers lightly tapped the edge of the bathtub intermittently.

Tap after tap, as if striking Yang Jun's heart.

【This kind of woman—doesn't she realize her behavior is actually playing with fire?】

【A man like me, who transcends lowly tastes, if she persecutes me and makes me forget my principles, I could turn into a beast!】

Yang Jun felt dissatisfied, and flames rose in his eyes.

At this moment his anger grew greater; the heat rising from the bathtub seemed to have strong stimulation, making the burning and itchy sensation in his nostrils intensify.

Yun Xiyue heard Yang Jun's inner voice, saw his impatient, uncontrolled look, felt shy yet also held back anticipation.

But she wasn't afraid; she just deliberately moved a bit in the bathtub.

At this moment she stopped splashing water, but instead stretched her foot out from the bathtub and gave it a light shake.

A spray of water flew out and landed on Yang Jun's clothes.

"Woman, if I get soaked, you have to take responsibility—can you handle it?"

Yang Jun's face showed anger, he spoke with intensified tone; his eyes were ablaze, constantly releasing fire.

Yun Xiyue gave a hehe laugh, her eyes fixed on Yang Jun.

"What's up, want to become a beast?"

Yun Xiyue curled her finger toward Yang Jun, then immediately spoke.

"This is all because you forced me!"

Yang Jun swallowed his saliva; this kind of woman truly doesn't know that those who play with fire will inevitably burn themselves?

Her actions like this will only harm others and herself!

What royal rules, what royal status—none of it matters; all there is, is this woman's deliberate provocation!

It was her deliberate provocation; the gods and buddhas of the heavens can all bear witness!

"How are you being forced? You're not happy? Then I'll hit you, you hit me!"

Yang Jun was already gritting his teeth as he spoke, but Yun Xiyue at this moment gave a hehe laugh, even more pleased.

"Don't think I don't dare, you woman—if you dare provoke again, if you dare do this again, I'll execute you on the spot!"

Yang Jun spoke fiercely, seemingly trying to use his 'dignity' to suppress Yun Xiyue.

But just then, while he was still speaking, Yun Xiyue suddenly stood up.

The next moment, she just stood there blankly inside the bathtub.

Not dodging or avoiding, completely without any cover.

She merely gazed at Yang Jun with her misty, watery eyes, provocatively.

On the night of the full moon, she transforms into a wolf!

Seeing this, Yang Jun could finally bear it no longer.

He let out a low growl from his mouth—this woman did it on purpose, she wants to make things difficult for me; I am righteous, I am resisting!

Constantly making excuses for himself in his heart, Yang Jun lunged at Yun Xiyue.

Woman, you've successfully sparked my interest; from now on, everything must be borne by you!

Yang Jun thought to himself just like that.

But just as his hands were about to tightly embrace Yun Xiyue, he had to stop again.

One leg lifted high, landing squarely on Yang Jun's chest.

Damn it, what the hell does this mean?

Yang Jun couldn't move an inch.

Looking at the woman before him, he was furious beyond restraint.

As a woman, you shouldn't do this; the fire you've stirred up, not putting it out—are you supposed to let it die out on its own?

"Yang Jun, it seems you still haven't figured things out at all, so everything will have to wait until you've sorted it out, then marry me, and only then can we do these things."

Yun Xiyue wore a solemn face, speaking seriously.