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

Even though he wasn't drinking water, Innaheng felt extremely thirsty, like a traveler who had been trapped in the desert for a long time. Upon seeing a glimmer of water, his brain instantly became uncontrollably excited.

Especially when the lip meets the narrow bottle opening.

A transparent bottle, transparent water.

Anything brightly colored is hard to hide.

There was still a lot of water left in the bottle, and it wouldn't be easy for the boy in front of him to finish it in a short time.

However, he was too timid, and he had his own set of logic for dealing with people. He didn't dare to stop unless his boss told him to.

So a lot of water was not swallowed in time and flowed down his chin, wetting the front of his clothes.

With one-third of the game remaining, Innaheng, perhaps finally having a change of heart, called for a halt in a deep, hoarse voice with an ambiguous meaning.

The room was too quiet. Yingnaheng suddenly made a sound, startling Jiang Wo, who was engrossed in drinking water. Her hand holding the mineral water bottle trembled involuntarily, and she choked on the water because it tipped over too high.

He put down the water and coughed uncomfortably. His cheeks, irritated by the cough, quickly flushed pink, and his eyes soon filled with a shimmering light, as if the water he had drunk was flowing out of his eyes.

A handkerchief was handed to him, and Innaheng's voice followed, "How come you can choke even when you're drinking water? My three-year-old nephew is better than you; at least he's never choked on his milk."

Jiang Wo thought that His Highness Ying Naheng disliked his appearance, so she carefully took the handkerchief from his hand and hurriedly wiped the water stains off her lips and chin.

After wiping, he covered his mouth with his hand, bowed slightly apologetically to Innaheng, and whispered, "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

He only wiped the water off the lower half of his face, but the water droplets that had overflowed from the upper half were not wiped away in time. The water droplets wet his long, curled eyelashes, causing them to stick together in several clumps. The corners of his eyes were crimson, and after being moistened by the water, they revealed an alluring color like sweet peaches.

Inna often thought that this little snail might really be made of peaches, otherwise why would it always have a fruity smell, and why would its face be as soft and tender as a peach, and why would it immediately release water if you pinched it?

He seemed to know he smelled good and would show it off wherever he went, such as volunteering to wash his underwear himself or actively asking people to look at his legs.

At those times, the fragrance seemed to have no mercy, relentlessly assaulting people's noses.

Innaheng strongly suspected that even the blood on this stupid snail might smell sweet.

Inexplicably, her canine teeth started to itch. Inna gritted her teeth, suppressing the inexplicable urge to bite something.

"Is your throat still sore?" Inna asked.

Jiang Wo only choked on a small mouthful of water, and felt much better after coughing it up, so he replied, "I don't feel bad anymore, Your Highness."

Innaheng hummed in agreement, then asked, "Was the water you were given good?"

I couldn't taste anything special from the ginger water, even though it was precious spring water transported from a high-altitude area. It tasted almost the same as the water filtered by the classroom water dispenser.

However, since pure water is colorless and tasteless, it's normal that he can't taste it.

But since this water was given to him by his elder brother, and according to the survival rules for lackeys that his master taught him, anything given by his elder brother is the best thing in the world, and he needs to treat it with the utmost sincerity.

If the elder brother asks about the reward he has given, the lackey must not have any other thoughts, but should actively support it and loudly express his praise.

Jiang Wo considered himself a very competent subordinate, so he said very seriously and confidently, "It tastes especially good!"

Innaheng's lips curved slightly, but he immediately suppressed it. As if remembering something, he asked in a cold tone, "Is this brand of mineral water better, or is the one I've had better?"

Jiang Wo thought to himself, it seems that his understanding was correct. Fortunately, he had just followed the rules of survival for his younger brothers. As expected, the older brothers care a lot about whether the things they give out are accepted by their younger brothers.

If the younger brother doesn't answer well, it's like he's offending the elder brother. For example, right now, after he expressed his praise, the elder brother immediately asked him very perceptively, trying to figure out whether he was flattering him or genuinely praising him.

As the younger brother, Jiang Wo's respect for his elder brother was ingrained in his bones. This was the foundation of his smooth life in St. Eton and was something Jiang Wo regarded as the gold standard.

He wasn't good at lying, but expressing his respect for his elder brother wasn't exactly lying. So, he tilted his head back, and although he couldn't see Prince Innaheng's figure very clearly, he still spoke with utmost sincerity to the blurry silhouette in the darkness, "Your Highness drank it, it was delicious."

His words were so honest, without a trace of falsehood. It was as if, in his mind, drinking water that another man had drunk from the same spot, lips touching lips, truly tasted many times better than pure water itself.

All water tastes the same.

So it goes without saying what he finds delicious.

For no apparent reason, Inna's ears suddenly turned bright red.

"Shameless! Immoral! Idiot, do you even know what you're saying! You...!" Innaheng stopped mid-sentence, gritting his teeth. He stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence.

How could this silly boy express such things so naturally and shamelessly!

How could someone say something like, "I think eating his food is so sweet!"

He had never seen anyone so audacious as to dance right in front of him. Where did this stupid snail get its guts?

Jiang Wo couldn't see his expression clearly and didn't know what he looked like. In addition, Ying Naheng's first few words were unclear, and Jiang Wo only heard the latter part, so she thought he hadn't heard what she had just said.

So he tentatively reached out, his fingertips touching a corner of his clothes, and then moved closer to it.

He tilted his head back, leaned closer, and carefully pressed his lips against the edge, trying to make sure his voice reached Prince Innaheng's ears. He pursed his lips and then repeated, word by word, "Your Highness, the one you drank was even better."

Innaheng suddenly took a step back, but unfortunately, there was a chair behind him. He stepped back too far and his feet got caught on the chair. He lost his balance and fell backward on the spot.

The chair was thrown over and crashed into a table on the other side, triggering a long chain reaction. The next second, there was a series of clanging and banging noises that filled the entire space.

As the commotion started, something pulled the curtains open, and sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

The sudden burst of bright light into the dark environment startled Jiang Wo, causing her to close her eyes.

After a few seconds, he adjusted and was about to open his eyes to help Prince Innaheng. The noise was too loud, and Jiang Wo was worried that Prince Innaheng would get hurt.

He had barely opened his eyes a crack when, in the next second, he heard Prince Innaheng's extremely cold and deep voice say, "If you dare to open your eyes now, you're really dead."

Jiang Wo was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then reflexively raised her hand to cover her eyes.

He stammered, "I can't see it, Your Highness."