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

...(When faced with difficult questions, I become speechless again, for reasons we all understand, I can't write ◞‸◟ ..)

Jiang Wo hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed outside.

He didn't dare look behind him; the people inside seemed to be out of their minds and were behaving very strangely.

Jiang Wo ran to the nearest public phone booth to the villa area, inserted two coins, and quickly dialed the emergency number.

About two minutes later, Jiang Wo saw the ambulance parked in front of the villa in the distance.

He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this student should be saved.

A gust of wind blew into his neck. Jiang Wo looked down and found that all his clothes were open, his coat was draped over his arm, and several buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing half of his chest.

He blinked, then slowly buttoned up his shirt one button at a time, pulled up the jacket that had fallen into his arms, and put it on neatly.

While tidying his clothes, he suddenly remembered that his classmate had been behaving in a frightening way after getting sick. He was so scared that he seemed to have accidentally kicked the other person in the chest.

I don't know what illness he has, and I hope I haven't made his condition worse.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. That dormitory was even more luxurious than those in the middle-class area, so the people inside must be either rich or noble.

What if the other person remembers being kicked after they regain their senses and tries to hold him responsible?

Jiang Wo was worried about this for a long time. After a few days, he found that nothing had happened, and his heart, which had been uneasy for so long, finally calmed down.

His Highness Innaheng has been giving him a piece of clothing for his personal use every day. He washes it that day and returns it to His Highness the next day once it's dry.

Sometimes it's a shirt, sometimes it's a sports headband, and this time it's a black wristband that he needs to wash.

After washing and drying the wristbands, as was customary, Jiang Wo put them into her crossbody bag during afternoon tea the next day and returned them to His Highness Innaheng in the lounge.

Lately, when he goes to Prince Innaheng's lounge, he always carries a crossbody bag containing a small rabbit wallet with Prince Innaheng's black card inside, as well as clothes that he has washed and is going to return to Prince Innaheng.

The lounge was quiet today. After Jiang Wo changed his shoes in the entryway, he walked a few steps inside and found His Highness Innaheng leaning back on the single sofa by the window, seemingly asleep.

Jiang Wo tiptoed over carefully.

The man on the sofa had his eyes closed, and sunlight streamed into the room from the window, bathing most of his body in a warm glow.

Jiang Wo didn't dare to disturb him. Seeing that he was asleep, she planned to put the hairband on the coffee table and then go to the campus supermarket to buy afternoon tea.

As he turned around, he caught a glimpse of something in Innaheng's hair out of the corner of his eye.

A very small, bright green leaf.

A gentle breeze blew in, and Jiang Wo turned her head to look. She noticed that the window was half open, and this leaf must have been blown in by the wind from outside the window after Prince Innaheng fell asleep.

As the younger brother, Jiang Wo naturally knew the precautions for serving his older brother, the third of which was his obsession with cleanliness.

His Highness Innaheng does not allow any visible dust in the lounge, nor does he allow anyone to touch his clothes, and he does not allow anything dirty to fall on him.

A green leaf is certainly not dirty in Jiang Wo's eyes, but for His Highness Prince Ying Naheng, it is something he absolutely cannot accept, something that carries germs and filth.

If His Highness Innahun were to wake up and find a leaf in his hair, his first thought would be that the room wasn't clean, and the person responsible for cleaning the room today might be in trouble.

We are all subordinates under the eldest brother, so it is only right that we help and support each other. This is conducive to building a harmonious and congenial team atmosphere.

Thinking this, Jiang Wo tiptoed forward, reached out, and carefully avoided touching anything that might touch His Highness Ying Naheng. She held the leaf stem and gently tried to pick it.

Halfway through picking the fruit, his wrist was suddenly grabbed without warning.

A deep, slightly husky male voice then sounded from below, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Wo was so startled that his fingertips trembled. He lowered his eyes and saw that His Highness Ying Naheng had woken up. He blinked twice and replied in a trembling voice, "I, I was picking leaves for Your Highness."

"What kind of leaves?"

"Yes, it's a leaf that was blown in by the wind. The lounge was cleaned very well today."

When Inna heard him say something nonsensical about how clean the lounge was, she frowned slightly and asked, "What kind of weird nonsense are you talking about now? Where's Ye Zi? Let me see her."

"The leaf is in my hands, Your Highness."

He said, spreading his hands.

Innaheng lowered her eyes and saw a small green leaf lying in the soft, white palm.

He hadn't looked at his hands for a few days, and somehow the little snail's palms seemed even softer.

She kept saying "leaves," but who knows if it was just an excuse she came up with to show him her soft, tender palms.

He stared at the hand for a long time, and after a while, he came to a conclusion: the pinkish-white and emerald green actually went quite well together, and both looked rather tender.

Without her elder brother's order, Jiang Wo dared not withdraw her hand. She simply kept her palm open in front of the man, letting his gaze follow her every inch.

Finally, Innaheng had seen enough. He withdrew his gaze and calmly said, "Alright, put it away. Have you washed my wristband?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wo nodded, "It's already washed."

As he spoke, he put the leaves away and into his pocket. Worried that His Highness Innaheng might be offended by the fact that he had just handled the leaves, he clapped his hands before taking out the wristbands that he had already washed from his crossbody bag.

"Your Highness, here you go."

Innaheng didn't take it immediately. He glanced at it casually and said indifferently, "I need it this afternoon. Put it on for me."

At the eldest brother's command, the younger brother immediately took his place.

Jiang Wo responded and gently touched the hand that Ying Naheng was resting on the armrest of the sofa. At the same time, he looked up and carefully observed Prince Ying Naheng's expression. Finding that he was not angry or stopped him, he became bolder.

He put his four fingers together, lifted the man's hand from below, slightly widened the opening of the wristband, and gently and slowly put the black wristband on the man's wrist.

Innaheng rested his chin on his other hand, his gaze seemingly casually falling on the boy's slender, fair hands.

Its soft, warm texture is like dough or tofu.

The black was so deep that it made those hands appear almost like snow, dazzlingly white.

The color contrast was so striking that, for a moment, Innaheng even had the illusion that someone was grabbing her wrists and pressing them against the dark fabric.

Tsk, all I did was ask this little snail to help me put on a wristband, and this idiot is acting all shy, coy, and seductive. What is he trying to do?

"Your Highness..." Jiang Wo called out several times, and finally, on the fourth call, she attracted Prince Innaheng's attention.

"What is it?" Inna asked in a completely indifferent tone.

Jiang Wo tilted her head. "Your Highness, it's on now."

Upon hearing this, Innaheng didn't even glance at him, only coughed and said, "Of course I know I'm wearing it properly." Then, he suddenly turned the tables, "So what were you doing, you stupid snail, whining and whining all this time? You've interrupted my important train of thought."

Jiang Wo was unaware that he had been lost in thought. Feeling apologetic for interrupting his train of thought, she quietly apologized to Prince Innaheng, "I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Innaheng nodded graciously, accepting the sweet and tender apology with ease, and generously stated, "This is a one-time exception, and it will not happen again."

Jiang Wo naturally nodded eagerly.

"What's in your bag? It's so bulging!" Innaheng asked casually when she noticed the crossbody bag Jiang Wo was carrying.

Considering the recent hot weather, Jiang Wo carries purified water with her to avoid heatstroke.

Mineral water requires star coins to purchase, so Jiang Wo naturally wouldn't be that extravagant. Fortunately, His Highness Innaheng recently gave him a thermos, and he has been carrying a thermos full of water with him wherever he goes these past few days.

"There's a wallet, a notebook, a ballpoint pen, an eyeglass case, and a thermos." Jiang Wo described everything in her bag in detail.

Upon hearing the words "thermos cup," Innaheng couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. He asked, "What kind of thermos cup is it?"

Jiang Wo took the cup out of her crossbody bag and showed it to him, "It's a thermos that His Highness gave me a few days ago."

Innaheng was in a strangely good mood. "What's wrong? You carry the cup I gave you around every day, even when you're walking?"

Jiang Wo thought that His Highness Innaheng's statement was perfectly correct, so he nodded and answered seriously, "That's right."

Innaheng's lips unconsciously curved into a smile. He pretended to be serious and said, "I remember there was a string to hang the cup when I gave it to you. Where's your string? Did you lose it?"

"I didn't lose it," Jiang Wo quickly explained, taking the rope out of his bag and handing it to Ying Naheng. "It's here, Your Highness."

It's called a rope, but it's actually a ribbon. With cups costing tens of thousands of star coins each, the quality control and appearance are naturally top-notch. Even the rope used to hang the cup is exquisitely made.

Innaheng looked at the ribbon and said slowly, "Since it was already there, how could you hide it? Hurry up and tie it to the cup!"

His tone was somewhat harsh, and Jiang Wo thought that His Highness Ying Naheng was dissatisfied with her attitude towards the cup, so she didn't dare to say anything. She quickly lowered her head and carefully tied the ribbon to the pull tabs on both sides of the thermos.

He had just finished tying up when Innaheng took the cup from his hand, beckoned to him, and said, "Come here."

Jiang Wo's hands were still in the position of holding the cup. Upon hearing this, she took a few more steps closer to Ying Naheng.

"Lower your head," Innaheng commanded.

Jiang Wo lowered her head, and the next second, a ribbon was hung around her neck.

The light blue puppy thermos, with its ribbon just tied on, was now right in the center of his chest.

He stared blankly at the picture of a little dog sticking out its tongue on the thermos, looking a bit bewildered.

Innaheng suddenly chuckled and casually pinched his ear. "Not bad, it suits you perfectly. Wear it like this from now on."

Jiang Wo thought this was his elder brother praising him. When faced with praise from his elder brother, the younger brother must respond with a positive attitude, even if he doesn't understand why his elder brother suddenly praised him.

But he still slightly raised his head, looked at Innaheng, and said softly and sincerely, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Is the water glass heavy?" Inna asked.

Jiang Wo shook her head. "I drank several mouthfuls of water on the way here."

"You're drinking the water from here?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Really?" Innaheng asked skeptically. "Open the cup, I need to check it."

Jiang Wo naturally did as she was told, picked up the thermos from her chest, slowly unscrewed the lid, and showed him the water inside.

Inna looked inside a few times. The water level was exactly halfway down, and water droplets were still hanging on the rim of the cup. Just as the little snail had said, he had indeed drunk a lot of water from the rim of the cup.

Innaheng's nose twitched, and she suddenly asked, "Did you put sugar in this water?"

Jiang Wo paused for a moment, then subconsciously stammered, "...No."

"No?" Inna asked. "Then where's this fruity smell coming from?"

"I didn't put any sugar in it, Your Highness."

Innaheng looked at him, her tone somewhat stern, and said, "Who knows if you're lying or deceiving me? Empty words are meaningless; how can I believe you?"

Jiang Wo found it strange. He had been drinking water from this thermos for many days. On the way here today, he took several sips, and he could clearly taste only pure water. There was no sweetness or fruit flavor.

Why does the room smell fruity when we arrive at His Highness Innaheng's lounge?

His Highness Innaheng detests being deceived, so how could Jiang Wo dare to lie to him? If she tried to deceive him verbally, His Highness Innaheng wouldn't believe her, then...

Jiang Wo was also getting a little anxious. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she unconsciously murmured, "Your Highness, would you...would you like to try some?"

Innaheng narrowed his eyes dangerously upon hearing this. "You mean, you want me to drink the water you drank from?"

As soon as she said those words, Jiang Wo regretted them.

Prince Innaheng is a germaphobe; he can't even tolerate others touching his things without permission. He can only accept the cup of the protagonist, Shen Chuyan. His lackey, who doesn't even occupy one-sixth of a single page in a comic, is so audacious as to let Prince Innaheng drink water from his cup.

They seem to have no idea how high the sky is or how wide the earth is, or what the world is. They're tired of living.

Jiang Wo wanted to prolong his life a little longer, so he quickly tried to defend himself, but before he could speak, Ying Naheng said—

"Weren't you going to give me the water you drank? What, you expect me to do it myself?"