CH 33.1

Late at night, it was a little hot inside the bedding.

The sound of the night watch came from outside the hall.

Meng Huan woke up from his sleep with his legs intertwined with Lin Bozhou’s and his head resting in his arms.

“……”

The memory of being teased flashed in his mind, and Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou on the pillow.

He was asleep, and his snow-white clothes were open, revealing his collarbone that was covered by teeth marks. There was a faint shadow under his eyelashes, and his sleeping posture was quiet and peaceful.

He began to recall last night’s memories.

Lin Bozhou’s knees were inconvenient. In the end, Meng Huan half-willingly cooperated with him.

However, in a rare moment of weakness last night, Lin Bozhou’s helpless low voice reminded Meng Huan of something from the original book.

The original book was a mutual abuse story. At the beginning of the book, it was written that the gong was evil. Later, the original shou began to abuse the gong, and it was very abusive. In one episode, the shou took advantage of the gong’s blindness recurring to escape, and the guards failed to stop him. The gong was so anxious that he chased after him with a horse. He fell from the horse’s back and was trampled by the horse. His white clothes were stained with blood, repeating the scene when he fell off the horse as a child.

At that time, Lin Bozhou’s eyes were covered with a white veil, and blood wet his clothes. He was usually calm and rational but shouted like a madman at that time, “Don’t go……”

“This prince told you not to leave!”

“If this prince catches you again, this prince will definitely tear you apart, break your legs, and chain you to the prince’s residence, never to escape again!”

…… Especially scary.

But the more vicious people spoke, the more miserable their current situation was. After the original shou escaped, Lin Bozhou was blind and attacked by the courtiers. The scene was miserable, and he vomited blood several times.

The most tragic thing was the blindness. He had high self-esteem, and after losing his eyesight, he was like an invalid, having to be fed when eating and supported when walking. He did not talk or smile, resembling a walking corpse.

At that time, he was no longer an overpowering prince regent, whose words held an enormous weight, but only a pathetic blind man. At that time, Lin Bozhou was in a terrible state: it was as if he was born that pathetic, which was more extreme than last night’s inconvenience caused by a knee injury.

Lin Bozhou was no longer strong, and Meng Huan seemed closer to him.

But his attentiveness brought a new problem to his attention.

…… Would Lin Bozhou also become blind?

He lost his eyesight just when the original shou’s friends rescued him. Then, did he also have to escape?

Looking at the dark zenith, Meng Huan was silent for a while and decided not to think about it. He quietly wanted to lie down on the quilt to sleep but suddenly felt his ankle caught by a pair of large hands. The hands were hot and powerful, clutching his calf and pulling it toward the bedding.

“…… Eh?”

Meng Huan was pulled into the quilt like a rag doll in one go.

Then, Meng Huan stuck to the man’s warm body, with nowhere to put his feet, and had to put them on his thighs. He looked up and locked gazes with Lin Bozhou’s dark eyes.

“It’s so late; why is Huan Huan not sleeping?” Lin Bozhou’s voice was raspy.

“……”

Meng Huan was held in his arms, and he shook his head. “I just woke up for a moment. I will go back to sleep soon.”

Lin Bozhou let out an “Mm.”

His wrist stretched from his waist to his back. He gathered his arms forward and pressed Meng Huan into his arms.

He heard the sound of heavy breathing. A hand rubbed along the clothes and seemed to fall to his waist.

Meng Huan’s back tensed up, and he didn’t dare to breathe, thinking Lin Bozhou woke up in the middle of the night for another round. The hand stopped at his buttocks and gently touched through the thin clothing.

“……”

However.

Lin Bozhou seemed to simply want to have skin-to-skin contact with him. His hand repeatedly touched his back, and he came close to kiss his forehead. “Sleep.”

A light kiss mixed with the slightly cool breath of his lips.

Meng Huan was stunned by the kiss, feeling as if he was being treated like a small child.

This posture of them cuddling together was also extremely intimate. In fact, Meng Huan was not used to sharing a bed with someone. If a friend was lying next to him, he probably tossed and turned the whole night and could not sleep.

But Lin Bozhou held him directly into his arms, dispelling the awkward feeling from that little distance, and he had no choice but to stick close to him. The tip of his nose could still smell the fragrance of his neck.

In the darkness, Meng Huan’s eyes widened slightly.

…… This seemed to be the feeling of having a boyfriend.

…… It’s pretty good.

Meng Huan thought to himself for half a day, and Lin Bozhou had fallen asleep. A flush slowly rose behind Meng Huan’s ears, incredibly red.

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Meng Huan slept very soundly. When the morning heat outside the hall slowly passed through the window, he began to feel hot.

A pair of cold hands were against him when he woke up from the heat.

Meng Huan opened his eyes and heard shortness of breath.

He realized Lin Bozhou’s forehead became sweaty at some point, his lips were slightly pale, and his eyelashes trembled softly, revealing a sickly appearance.

Meng Huan called him, “Your Highness?”

Lin Bozhou hung his head, frowning slightly, and exhaled a breath from his lips.

Meng Huan subconsciously touched his forehead and found it scalding hot, like a fever.

Meng Huan called again, “Your Highness?”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyes to look at him. “Huan Huan is awake?”

“You seem to have a fever.”

“Is that so?” His voice was still weak.

Faint blue veins appeared on his neck, reflecting on his skin. Meng Huan climbed up, and a wave of soreness and weakness came from his waist, reminding him of last night’s overly intense intercourse. Meng Huan supported his waist with one hand. “…… I’ll go get the imperial physician.”

It was the same Imperial Physician Zhou who treated Lin Bozhou’s eyes last time.

Meng Huan did not even realize the tension in his voice. “Physician, how is His Highness?”

He said, “His Highness’ cold has worsened.”

“How could it have worsened?”

After saying that, Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou faintly glance his way and seemed to let out a laugh.

“……”