CH 21.2

Lin Bozhou’s reputation was already terrible.

—If he added another “licentious.”

All. Would. Be. Over!

Lin Bozhou’s eyebrows were gloomy as he thoughtfully said, “Huan Huan.”

Meng Huan: “Hm?”

“Who am I?”

Meng Huan froze. “You are Husband ah……”

He struggled to think for a while, but there were only muddled memories in his head: husband, marriage, and other terms. During this time together, Lin Bozhou gave Meng Huan memories that were impossible to erase, and the familiar face made him subconsciously want to depend on him.

Meng Huan couldn’t say why, but he liked the coolness coming from Lin Bozhou and couldn’t help but want to stick with him.

“Husband,” Meng Huan’s eyes were slightly red, staring at Lin Bozhou’s lips. “Can I have another kiss?”

As if he had not heard it, Lin Bozhou frowned and looked at him with eyes that were as calm as deep water. “What?”

The young man’s fingers firmly held the sleeve of his robe, leaned over, and approached. His eyes were moist and wet, and his breath carried the sweet smell of wine.

Meng Huan nudged his lips. “Kiss me—”

Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh. The emotions under his eyes were complex, and he said, “Drunkard.”

It turned out that after Meng Huan was drunk, in addition to being muddled in his head, he also had some strange habits such as being particularly clingy.

Meng Huan lifted the hem of his shirt and was about to sit on his lap when Lin Bozhou held his shoulders and pushed him away. “Huan Huan, this is not acceptable.”

“No, no,” Meng Huan anxiously stuck to him. “Want to kiss. Want a kiss.”

There was no way to talk to a drunkard.

Lin Bozhou gently gritted his teeth and ordered after a short thought. “Someone, drag Madam away.”

The attendant answered “Yes” and hurriedly moved forward, kneeling to pull Meng Huan’s arm.

But after Meng Huan finished kissing his lips messily, he moved closer to kiss Lin Bozhou’s face, his breath hot, kissing from his jaw to the tip of his nose and slowly kissing Lin Bozhou’s thin eyelids.

Lin Bozhou’s indifferent posture lurched, and the two attendants stopped.

Meng Huan carefully kissed his eyelids repeatedly and whispered, “Baby.”

“……”

The instant his eyelids were drenched in wet heat, Lin Bozhou’s tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, his fingers unconsciously loosened, and he turned his eyes, locking gazes with Meng Huan’s pitch-black eyes.

Meng Huan’s eyes were pure and innocent, carrying a smile when kissing him as if kissing something precious. After kissing the left and right side, he lifted Lin Bozhou’s chin, raised his husband’s face, and earnestly examined him like a master.

“……”

Being gazed at by him, Lin Bozhou’s lips twitched, and he inexplicably turned his eyes away.

The eyes were Lin Bozhou’s unmentionable illness and his most vulnerable place. No one dared to mention nor touch it.

And Meng Huan just so easily approached and branded a kiss on his wound.

“See, I’ve told you. Kissing feels good, right?”

After saying that, Meng Huan was about to kiss him again, but the attendants, who returned to their senses, pulled his wrist, and he let out a faint cry of pain. Lin Bozhou’s rationality returned, and he reflexively reached out, clutching the hand pulling at Meng Huan.

“Go down.”

He was supposed to tease, relax, and wait to enjoy the scene. But now that Meng Huan had kissed him several times, the smile at the corners of his lips was suppressed, and his dark, quiet eyes stared at Meng Huan with a thoughtful expression.

Meng Huan wanted to kiss him so anxiously that his eyes were red, unlike normal drunk symptoms.

Something flashed in his head. Lin Bozhou realized something was wrong and asked the attendant at his side. “Would a drunk person be like this?”

The attendant watching for half a day finally had the opportunity to voice his concern. “Your Highness, Madam is probably drugged.”

Lin Bozhou: “What kind of drug?”

“Aphrodisiac.”

Lin Bozhou: “How are you sure?”

“……” The attendant’s expression was somewhat embarrassed. “Those who have used an aphrodisiac know.”

Only an old virgin like the prince couldn’t recognize it, making him fucking anxious from looking.

“How to solve it?” Lin Bozhou was expressionless.

“No medicine can solve it. We can only let the effect dispel.”

As for how to dispel it……

Lin Bozhou had not asked yet, but Meng Huan had persistently kissed him, lightly fiddling with his jade crown and hair, and pinched his white earlobe, kissing him again after being moved.

It seemed like a stone had fallen to the ground, and Lin Bozhou suddenly understood.

At this point, Lin Bozhou subconsciously re-examined Meng Huan.

Pitifully calling him “Husband,” the youth’s voice was choked with sobs as he said he wanted to kiss him, acting extremely intimate toward him.

From a certain aspect, Meng Huan couldn’t be considered showering affection on an uninterested party because he was, indeed, Lin Bozhou’s concubine.

“……”

A vague headache struck him.

The people familiar with Lin Bozhou knew his character was extremely upright: a handsome seedling educated by reading books of wisdom, not being close to beauty, and not behaving frivolously or licentiously.

But being pestered by Meng Huan to kiss, touch, and hug so frivolously at this moment, he frowned and seemed to hesitate between “shameless” and “he is my man,” saying, “Huan Huan, be good. Don’t make trouble.

“Woo……”

As soon as Lin Bozhou’s attitude became gentle, he was blocked by Meng Huan’s lips again, demanding a kiss.

The lips were slightly cold, and the young man was quite aggrieved. Why did Lin Bozhou refuse to take the initiative to kiss him? He was anxious from grievance; his voice choked, and his eyes turned red. “Husband……”

The soft tone was like a cat’s cry, making Lin Bozhou’s heart ache.

But they were in public with numerous people, and a sense of propriety, justice, integrity, and honor haunted his head. He frowned, seemingly experiencing extreme difficulty, and his gaze avoided the attendants. “What can I do to make Madam feel better?”

“The prince will just follow Madam’s wishes. Whatever Madam wants, the prince will give it.”

“Want a kiss……”

Meng Huan whispered his request.

Kiss?

Or not to kiss.