CH 22.1

The blood on the back of Lin Bozhou’s hand was red, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

Meng Huan raised his eyes to see Lin Bozhou looking down at the wound. His heart was beating extremely fast, and a layer of hot red surfaced on his ear and neck.

In the original book filled with Mary Sue descriptions, Lin Bozhou was almost like a revered god. As an imperial family member with a high position and power, any offense to him would cost a life.

Under the eaves, You Jin turned pale from fright. “Your Highness!”

He approached to look at Lin Bozhou’s hand.

Lin Bozhou: “Go down.”

“Your Highness……” You Jin wanted to say something but hesitated.

“I told you to go down.”

Lin Bozhou squinted his eyes and glanced at him. You Jin stood back under the eaves, but his gaze swept over Meng Huan occasionally, his eyes speaking for themselves.

“……”

Meng Huan deliberately did it and didn’t explain anything, burying his head in aggravation.

“It’s okay,” Lin Bozhou’s tone was gentle. “Huan Huan, don’t be afraid. It’s not your fault.”

Meng Huan’s pain last night was obviously more severe than this small injury.

However, after this comforting sentence, Lin Bozhou found that Meng Huan was unafraid.

The young man, who usually would immediately tuck his ears in after the slightest naught, only slightly frowned and stood with his head down, his lower lip bitten red, with a look of determination not to give in.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes. “Did I make Huan Huan very unhappy last night?”

Otherwise, why would Meng Huan be so angry?

Meng Huan did not answer.

“Speak.” Lin Bozhou’s voice was gentle, as if he wanted to reflect upon himself.

Meng Huan clenched his fingers and made up his mind. “Unhappy.”

The voice was a little soft at first, but after this sentence, it was like an outburst. “Not happy at all.”

“……”

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Lin Bozhou remembered Meng Huan wrapped his arms around his neck in bed last night and kept muttering some words, coiling around him like melting spring water. In the first place, Meng Huan took the initiative to provoke and actively lead Lin Bozhou to claim him.

But at that time, Meng Huan was indeed unnaturally enthusiastic. He should also be clear in his heart that this trust and petulance did not actually belong to him, and he…… was indeed taking advantage of the situation.

But what if he did?

From the moment he decided to touch him, he was also prepared to bear all of Meng Huan’s emotions.

The air in the room was extremely quiet with dark shadows hanging overhead.

Meng Huan realized after he finished that he was too harsh and did not give any face to Lin Bozhou. According to Lin Bozhou’s proud and cold character in the book, he would probably humiliate Meng Huan and even find someone to beat him up.

One male concubine dared to not give him face?

Meng Huan’s lips turned downward. His taut finger bones were sore, but he didn’t intend to admit defeat.

He even took a deep breath and prepared himself for a beating.

But who would have known?

A shadow suddenly fell on Meng Huan’s ear, and Lin Bozhou’s hot breath was close with a little coolness. It was like the black fog that wrapped him up last night and prevented him from escaping.

Lin Bozhou wasn’t angry. “Did it hurt too much last night or because I didn’t ask you beforehand?”

“……”

Meng Huan looked up, his eyes dark and moist, and he looked at him in bewilderment.

“Huan Huan is now this husband’s person. Anything that upsets you, this husband will take note of it.” Lin Bozhou’s eyes curved; the eyes that used to look hypocritical and ripple-free were calm and loving. “Next time we have intercourse, I’ll make sure to ask Huan Huan’s opinion first, okay?”

He appeared to be very respectful to him.

Even in Lin Bozhou’s notorious dictatorship, there was actually a consultative and respectful tone.

Meng Huan didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

Is this a dream?

Is this Lin Bozhou?

When did he change his personality?

Except for the original host, with whom he would be gentler occasionally when not arguing with him, who in the world deserved such gentle words from him?

Meng Huan was simply dizzy.

He thought for a while and an idea gradually became clear.

Could their body’s physically compatible performance last night be so good that he wanted to try it again after experiencing it once and momentarily doted on him?

“……”

It was also written in the original book that the gong had been abstinent for many years. However, after encountering the first night with Meng Huan, he fell from being a noble, disciplined person to a nasty demon. He became obsessed with intercourse from then on, seeking pleasure and love every night.

The ancient concept of marriage was different from the modern one. It was really possible to go from being strangers who had never even met to sleeping together for one night at a wedding ceremony and immediately becoming a couple who respected and mutually helped each other.

—Lin Bozhou most probably liked his body.

“……”

Thinking of this, the hesitation in Meng Huan’s eyes disappeared. His expression returned to indifference, and his lips were tightly closed.