I'm just a lackey of a prestigious academy, why do they all kiss me?

Jiang Wo took the water Ying Naheng gave him and jogged towards Shen Chuyan. He quickened his pace because he was worried that the halftime break would be too short.

Shen Chuyan had already walked from the center of the field to their class's rest area. The other team members were drinking water, but he was the only one standing alone to the side.

Jiang Wo felt a little guilty. Before she was even fully in front of him, she hurriedly handed him the bottled water in her hand, panting, and said, word by word, "Shen Chuyan, here's some water for you."

He ran so fast that he staggered, and Shen Chuyan quickly reached out to support him. He didn't immediately take the water Jiang Wo offered, but waited until Jiang Wo's breathing stabilized before asking in a low voice, "Is this your water?"

Jiang Wo quickly shook his head. He would never dare to claim Prince Yingnaheng's things rashly. Besides, this was a key plot point in the comic. How could he, a lackey, steal the protagonist's role?

Shen Chuyan seemed to have known this all along. Upon hearing this, she simply nodded slightly and continued, "Where's your water?"

"My water?" Jiang Wo didn't quite understand what he meant.

Shen Chuyan patiently reminded her, "The water I filled with in your thermos in the classroom earlier."

After his reminder, Jiang Wo took the thermos from her crossbody bag and asked softly, "Is this what you mean?"

"Mm," Shen Chuyan said calmly. "Thanks."

Before Jiang Wo could react, he took the thermos from her hand, unscrewed the cap, put his lips to the rim, and tilted his head back to drink.

He moved so quickly that even after he finished drinking, Jiang Wo's hands were still in the position of holding the thermos.

Jiang Wo blinked and subconsciously said, "...You drank the wrong thing."

"Was it wrong? This isn't what you prepared for me?" Shen Chuyan asked.

Jiang Wo paused for a moment, then slowly said, "It was prepared for you."

"Can't I drink it?"

His tone was natural and calm, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"You can drink it, but..." Jiang Wo wanted to tell Shen Chuyan that none of the basketball team members would drink the water from the thermos, and that His Highness Innaheng had already given him the mineral water he had drunk from. Logically speaking, Shen Chuyan should drink the mineral water given by His Highness Innaheng, not the water from his thermos.

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Chuyan said, "I asked you to help prepare the water, right?"

Jiang Wo nodded.

"Since I asked you for this, shouldn't I drink the water you prepared?"

There was nothing wrong with that statement, so Jiang Wo nodded again.

"That's right, I want to drink the water you prepared for me, not some dirty, smelly, or poisonous water that was picked up halfway through the journey."

Dirty, smelly, poisonous?

Jiang Wo was a little confused. Where could she find such water? He probably wasn't talking about the water that Prince Innaheng had given her.

When His Highness Innaheng unscrewed the bottle cap, Jiang Wo was present. It was a special mineral water prepared by the school for the team members, and the ingredient list was particularly clean, containing only water.

It is said that this brand of water is transported from an altitude of 8 meters and is expensive. The manufacturer frankly stated that they do not produce water; they are merely transporters of high-altitude spring water. Natural spring water from such a high place should be cleaner than water filtered and purified by a water dispenser.

"Thank you for the water, it's very sweet," Shen Chuyan said, returning the thermos, which was now completely empty, to Jiang Wo.

Jiang Wo took it, and Shen Chuyan then magically pulled a fruit candy from her pocket, unwrapped it, and fed it to Jiang Wo.

"This is a return gift." Shen Chuyan seemed to smile slightly, but the smile was so subtle that it was hard to notice.

Seeing that Jiang Wo was still staring at him with those big, unblinking eyes, Shen Chuyan reached out to adjust his glasses. As he withdrew his hand, his fingertips seemed to unconsciously brush against the boy's slightly chubby cheek. Then he said softly, "The second half of the game is about to start. You should go back to your seat."

No matter what, the game couldn't be disrupted. Upon hearing this, Jiang Wo quickly agreed. With a piece of fruit candy in his mouth and his arms wrapped around his thermos and water bottle, he turned around and prepared to walk towards the stands.

As luck would have it, the moment she looked up, her eyes met Innaheng's.

Innaheng's face was beyond description. He stared coldly at the direction behind Jiang Wo. When Jiang Wo looked over, his frightening gaze shifted slightly before landing directly on her.

Because of a visual illusion, Jiang Wo turned around and saw such a pair of terrifying eyes, naturally assuming that they were directed at him.

Jiang Wo's heart skipped a beat. He had come to deliver a token of love between Prince Yingna and Shen Chuyan, which was the result of an indirect kiss.

As a result, Shen Chuyan not only did not drink the mineral water given by His Highness Prince Yingnaheng, but instead drank the water from the thermos cup of this nobody lackey. This was a slap in the face to his elder brother in front of him. For his elder brother, this was nothing short of a Waterloo-like disgrace.

What was supposed to be a memorable scene of the eldest brother's first intimate encounter with his future partner was ultimately ruined by a transparent Dora head in the comics!

The older brother must be so angry he'd want to kick him to death.

The next second, as if to confirm his guess, Prince Innaheng's thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly uttered a few words.

Jiang Wo saw it clearly: "Stupid snail, you're dead."

Jiang Wo was so frightened that her legs almost went weak.

During the second half of the basketball game, Jiang Wo was completely unable to concentrate, his mind filled with the words His Highness Innaheng had said to him.

Those words hung over his head like the Sword of Damocles, and who knows, the moment the game ended, that sword would crash down and snap his neck.

Jiang Wo couldn't help but shudder, her hand unconsciously fiddling with the fabric of her pants as she rested on her thigh.

She didn't even know when the game ended. Her classmates were cheering, and at the same time, someone patted Jiang Wo on the shoulder.

The person who came was one of Prince Innaheng's men. Although Jiang Wo did not know his name, she recognized his face because they often saw each other.

The man patted Jiang Wo on the shoulder, and after she turned around, he whispered, "His Highness is looking for you, go quickly."

He pointed in a direction as he spoke.

Jiang Wo looked in the direction he pointed and, sure enough, saw the figure of Prince Innaheng.

He swallowed hard, his voice a little strained, and looked at the boy who had called him, asking very softly, "Is...is it just me going alone?"

"Of course, His Highness only summoned you." The boy replied quickly, then handed a piece of clothing to Jiang Wo, "This is His Highness's clothing, you can hold it for him."

I was hesitant to pick up the ginger and lettuce.

The boy said patiently, "You should still take it. His Highness doesn't like others touching his clothes. I've been carrying it through gloves the whole way here."

"But...I...I don't have gloves." Jiang Wo was a little flustered. He had already angered His Highness, and if he dared to touch his clothes now, he would die even faster.

"It's alright, you don't need gloves." The boy said this out of the blue, and before Jiang Wo could react, he urged, "Hurry up and take them, or you'll fall behind His Highness and he'll be very angry."

Upon hearing the words "His Highness will be angry," Jiang Wo quickly reached out to take the clothes. However, fearing that His Highness Innaheng would be disgusted by his touching of the clothes, he did not touch them directly. Instead, he wrapped his hands in his sleeves and hugged the clothes to his chest.

"Go quickly," the boy urged him again.

Jiang Wo's heart was pounding, but he dared not disobey his elder brother's orders. He knew there were tigers in the mountains, but he had to go into the tiger's den.

Taking a deep breath to bolster her courage, Jiang Wo mustered the courage to jog after His Highness Prince Ying Naheng's retreating figure.

The height difference between him and Innaheng was too obvious, not to mention the length of his legs. If Innaheng increased his pace a little, Jiang Wo would have to run to catch up.

"Your Highness, please...please wait for me." Jiang Wo pleaded breathlessly, holding a garment much larger than his upper body.

His voice was very polite, and because he was running and his breathing was uneven, his voice, which was already as soft as rice cake, became even softer.

Even as she ran, she was tightly clutching another man's clothes, which were much larger than her upper body. When she held them in her arms, she looked just like a young wife holding her husband's clothes tightly.

At this moment, the young wife, lacking exercise, could no longer walk, so she whimpered softly, pleading with the man walking ahead to wait for her.

When the man actually stops and waits for him, he might even reach out his hands and demand to be carried, taking advantage of the situation.

Innaheng's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. He thought, "How can this little fool be so shameless?"

She made a mistake, but because she couldn't walk anymore, she started acting clingy and wanting to be carried.

Who spoiled him?

Ying Naheng slowed her pace, expressionlessly matching Jiang Wo's rhythm.

Once the others caught up, he looked away, but this time he walked even slower because the clumsy snail next to him was panting heavily.

"Being coquettish won't work on him," Inna thought. "I have to teach him a lesson this time, otherwise this idiot will make the same mistake again and again."

Innaheng pushed open a door and casually stepped inside.

The curtains were drawn and the lights were off, making the room dimly lit. When Ying Naheng entered, Jiang Wo could barely see his face.

Jiang Wo hesitated at the door, too afraid to go in.

As the saying goes, a dark and windy night is the perfect time for murder and body disposal. Although there is no moon now, the house is very dark, which has a similar effect.

"What? You're not coming in? Do you want me to carry you in?" Innaheng's voice was cold.

Jiang Wo's body trembled slightly. "I...I came in."

Despite saying this, he hesitated at the door for a while until Innaheng's cold snort rang out inside the room. Only then did he take small steps, moving slowly and deliberately, into the room.

As soon as I went in, the door behind me slammed shut.

Jiang Wo's heart skipped a beat. The complication of his high degree of night blindness was that he couldn't see anything after the room went completely dark.

Jiang Wo instinctively hugged the clothes in her arms tighter, her voice tense, soft and low, as she called out in a low, hesitant voice, "Your Highness..."

"Hmm." In the darkness, Inaheng's voice was unreadable, but she responded to him.

Perhaps because Jiang Wo's voice sounded so pitiful, Ying Naheng originally intended to scare him a little more, but in the end, she didn't persist for long.

After responding to Jiang Wo, he spoke up after a short while, "Do you know why I called you over?"

"Because...because I made a mistake." Jiang Wo stammered as she answered, but honestly and truthfully.

Innaheng chuckled softly, "At least you're not completely stupid; you still know you made a mistake."

"Since you made a mistake, shouldn't you be punished?" Inna asked.

Jiang Wo bit her lip, nervously fidgeting with her fingers, her voice trembling uncontrollably, but she still nodded honestly, "...Yes, yes, yes."

"Very good." Innaheng said coldly, "Now, let's talk about your punishment. Take out the bottled water from your bag."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wo fumbled to unzip her crossbody bag and took out a bottle of mineral water.

"Your Highness, I've taken it out," Jiang Wo replied softly.

"Hmm," Inna responded casually.

He has excellent night vision and can see Jiang Wo's expressions and movements clearly.

Looking down, Innaheng watched the boy holding the bottle of mineral water he had drunk from with some unease. After a while, his gaze moved from the mineral water to the boy's full lips.

His gaze remained fixed on those lips, until the boy unconsciously licked his lower lip for the fifth time out of nervousness, at which point Inahan's voice finally rang out.

His voice was deep and commanding, carrying the unquestionable tone of a superior. His gaze remained fixed on the boy's lips. After a long while, he slowly and deliberately spoke, "Next, open the bottle cap yourself, put your mouth to the bottle opening, and drink the water inside."