If You Are A Dodder Flower Chapter 31 Part2

Why had she sighed? Translated by The Novelst

She had the protection of the Cao Family. What could trouble her?

No matter what, as long as he was here, there wouldn't be a problem, thought Cao Yang.

He glanced at Xiao Yang driving before then and didn't bring it up, instead choosing to light a cigarette.

Suddenly he remembered that all the men of the house were accustomed to smoking. They hadn't paid any mind to Xia Rou. She had never appeared to dislike that they lit up right beside her, like she had been used to it from the start.

He took another look at her.

Then he took a big draw from his cigarette.

He felt that the sight of her long neck forming a snowy white curve when she bowed her head…

Was very beautiful.

She hadn't yet grown up, but she had already began to turn into the kind of woman he liked. This made him feel a little strange.

He really did take her as a little sister, but that didn't mean he could just turn away his manly instincts. As a man, there was a pull deep in his bones telling him to chase the woman.

The combination of alcohol, a small s.p.a.ce, and the dim lights were like a catalyst, trying to spark that instinct of his.

The car stopped before the main building. They left the car from opposite sides.

Xia Rou stretched her hands to push open the door, but Cao Yang was already one step ahead, stretching out his arms to open the door for her.

Xia Rou then lowered her head and left under his arms.

"Ouch," she said. Her hair was caught in his cufflink.

"Don't move," Cao Yang quickly let go and left for the building.

The door was closed. The lights in the house hadn't been turned on yet. Only the lamp on the wall was giving off a dim light. It was very quiet and it seemed like no one else had yet returned. It turned out that they were the first ones.

Cao Yang held his lit cigarette in his mouth and moved closer to her. In the yellow light he slowly pulled each strand of hair out, one by one. Some were tangled too tightly and the lighting was so dim that it wasn't easy for him to untangle it all.

The temperature was quite warm. After a while, Xia Rou's nose began to sweat, so she took off her coat.

Cao Yang finally managed to get the last strand of her hair out of his cufflink. It was then that he began to detect a faint fragrance.

Vague, vanis.h.i.+ng, and appearing intermittently.

Cao Yang was a little surprised.

It wasn't the first time he had smelled this scent.

But each time he had tried to search it out, the scent had disappeared without a trace.

"My hair is all messed up," complained Xia Rou. One of her hands was holding her coat while her other hand sought the back of her head to take off a pearl clip.

Slim arms. The snowy white color of her arms was the same as her long neck.

This was the scent… of a maiden, huh… Cao Yang blew out a mouthful of smoke, finally enlightened.

It was a scent that could only belong to a young girl as delicate as a flower petal…

The scampering monkey and galloping horse that had been blown away by the night wind came right back…

"Don't move," he said.

He held the cigarette in his mouth once again and pulled her hand away from her hair.

He helped her take off the pins in her hair, one by one.

As the last pin was pulled out, her silky hair fell messily onto her shoulders.

Cao Yang pushed his fingers into the roots of her hair, using some strength. Her hair was slowly smoothed out from its original position in a bun.

The silky feeling that whispered through his fingers seemed to start a breeze in his heart, making him itch inside.

Cao Yang's thumb grazed Xia Rou's ear, before he pushed his fingers once again into her hair.

"So long already," he said.

Time was indeed miraculous.

It made her short hair grow until it reached her waist.

It had also turned her from a little girl into a big lady.

They had drawn quite close to one another.

He knew very well that he was indulging in his drunkenness.

Yet Xia Rou wasn't aware of this.

"I should cut it already," she said. "It's a bit too long now."

Just as she finished her sentence, her scalp suddenly tightened.

Cao Yang was pulling on her hair.

"I won't allow you to do that! You better keep it long for me!" Cao Yang said with the cigarette between his lips, his eyes slanting toward her.

So oppressive and gangster-like.

If it was another woman, she might be awash with excitement.

But Xia Rou's heart was calm as water.

"I need to cut it, though. I can't leave it until it reaches even my toes," she said, pulling at the tips of her hair, brows furrowing.

It was too long. It was troublesome to wash and even dry.

Cao Yang bit his cigarette when looking at her, not saying anything but only laughing.

She was baffled. "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing," he said, blowing out smoke and continuing to laugh.

Then he couldn't hold back and rubbed her head, "Little girl, ah…"

Xia Rou: "…?" So out of nowhere! Translated by The Novelst

Cao Yang had confirmed it. This little girl really hadn't yet grown enough! Not because of her young age but because she was so, so clueless!

He, the crown prince, had never played below his level before, ever since his early teenage years when he had begun to explore the flowers. As long as he had desired it, there wasn't a woman that he couldn't draw in.

Not even considering that Xia Rou was already seventeen years old, even someone who was younger than her would go crazy for him.

But when Xia Rou looked at him, she didn't have any thoughts at all of the implications between a man and a woman.

But no matter what, he was not her real brother. The only explanation as to why she could ignore the signals he was giving off was probably because she "hadn't fully understood" yet.

Cao Yang felt that the night was quite funny.

The him just now – he must have gone temporarily mad.

He cleared his throat and asked, "What happened today that made you unhappy?"

He switched back from his manly mode to his brotherly mode.

Proofread by: Hannah