Chapter 120: What Kind of Soaring Demon Are You Trying to Be?

Su Jingluo originally tried to pull away, but Xiao Jingxuan’s grip was too strong, leaving her no chance to struggle. His kiss was so aggressive that she suddenly felt a flush of heat throughout her body, a fine sweat breaking out on her forehead, and an unexpected flutter in her heart.

Overwhelmed by an inexplicable nervousness about what might come next, Su Jingluo bit down hard on Xiao Jingxuan’s lips, refusing to let go. She bit fiercely, determined to draw blood to punish his audacity.

Xiao Jingxuan frowned in pain, his sharp brows knitting together, but he didn’t release her. Instead, he lowered his head, gazing into Su Jingluo’s misty eyes, so close yet so distant. His look was filled with a pained reluctance that stirred a strange tenderness, but still, he refused to relent.

Gradually, Xiao Jingxuan loosened his hold. Su Jingluo was stubborn as a mule—biting and refusing to release even as blood trickled down. Only when he finally let go with his hands did she relent and release her bite.

“Pah!” Su Jingluo spat out the blood, clutching her chest as if afraid her fragile heart might burst out. She gave Xiao Jingxuan a sidelong glance.

“Xiao Jingxuan, I know you don’t like me, but you insist on teasing me. Although we’re married and have a child, neither of us truly acknowledges the other in our hearts. We’re not really husband and wife. You can’t just keep acting like a scoundrel. Don’t think I’m some ordinary housewife who will quietly endure everything.” Su Jingluo was stubborn to a fault. The wedding wasn’t hers, the child wasn’t hers—those were all from the original owner. The child was adorable and so devoted to her; if she was to take over, fine, but this so-called prince consort was bad-tempered, moody, and disliked her—why should she accept it?

“Su Jingluo, are you crazy?” Xiao Jingxuan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with anger. He had thought that Su Jingluo’s desire to be a good princess consort meant she wanted a peaceful life. Who didn’t have a little mischief in their daily life? How could that mean they weren’t husband and wife? Where did she get these ridiculous ideas?

“Whether I’m crazy or not is none of your concern. I’m a doctor—I know how to diagnose and treat myself,” Su Jingluo retorted with a glare.

“Impossible to reason with,” Xiao Jingxuan said, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Suppressing his anger, he turned and strode away. Better to keep his distance from this lunatic.

“Hey, Xiao Jingxuan, you’re not so bad after all. But if you want to truly be husband and wife, you have to court me. I have to be willing,” Su Jingluo called after him. She thought Xiao Jingxuan wasn’t altogether cruel; his temperament was shaped by childhood shadows, making him somewhat pitiable. But previous ties with the original owner didn’t count. To become real spouses, they had to start fresh—with a proper romance.

“Dream on!” Xiao Jingxuan was still fuming, and her words almost made him laugh out loud, like a pig’s snort.

“If you’re too proud to make the first move, then fine—I’ll court you. But only if you prove you’re worthy,” Su Jingluo said. She didn’t care who pursued whom, but there should be some consistency in the matter.

“You are truly insane. Go see a doctor,” Xiao Jingxuan said, stepping out. The whole capital knew how many women had fallen for him. Now, after marriage, she was acting like some wild spirit. Su Jingxuan must have really lost her mind. They said even doctors couldn’t cure themselves—perhaps he should find a famous physician for her. Thinking this, his anger seemed to lessen.

If he wasn’t going to pursue her, fine—he didn’t need a relationship anyway. He could focus on his career. Watching Xiao Jingxuan walk away in a huff, Su Jingluo wiped the lingering taste from her lips, trying hard to calm her wildly beating heart.