“Not stupid,” Lin Bozhou’s arm passed under his armpit and held him into his arms, cradling the slender young man who radiated heat. His mind inexplicably recalled Meng Huan kissing his eyelids very gently and calling him “baby” in the carriage.
Lin Bozhou said word for word, “It’s just that Huan Huan has been in the sunlight for a long time. His eyes have not yet adapted when he came to the darkness.”
Hearing these words, Meng Huan, still struggling violently in his arms, suddenly quieted down.
Lin Bozhou smiled, and his voice was gentle. “This husband knows the feeling of not adapting when going from sunlight to darkness, so don’t be sad. This husband will hold you and lead you to walk properly.”
Meng Huan tilted his head and looked straight at him.
After coming to this book for so long, something quieted down in his heart, and for the first time, he felt calm from the inside out.
Meng Huan’s eyes became clear, and he looked at Lin Bozhou, raising his hand to wipe his eyes. “Woo woo……”
The smile in Lin Bozhou’s eyes deepened. “Hmm?”
“I—” Some confusing memories flashed through Meng Huan’s mind, and he could barely remember bits and pieces. He had wanted to describe it calmly but gradually became incoherent, “I-I’m a bad person. I—”
I still have to kill you—-
Knowing what he wanted to say, Lin Bozhou raised a finger and blocked his lips. “Mm, Huan Huan is a bad person. He was only focused on drinking and didn’t come to comfort this husband even when he heard that this husband had a headache. Very bad, indeed.”
Meng Huan stopped moving and tilted his head; his breath carried the sweet smell of wine.
He was a little confused. “Does your head still hurt?”
Lin Bozhou: “A little.”
Meng Huan lifted his hand, and two white fingers pressed against his temple.
He began to rub it gently and asked, “Does it still hurt?”
The intoxication and emotion in his trailing voice had not yet dissipated, but he hurriedly thought of rubbing his acupuncture points.
The young man’s two fingers were soft and cool. They made Lin Bozhou’s body burn when they touched his skin.
In fact, from early childhood to now, Lin Bozhou could not be considered as a nice person. When he was young, he was gloomy and had a closed personality because of his eye disease. The daughter of a wealthy merchant that the princess had found for him coincided with the month he lost his vision because of his recurring eye disease. His marriage was ruined, making him a laughingstock.
Lin Bozhou was a man with a rather strong sense of pride. He would not tolerate a second insult if he were insulted once. He took the role of the prince regent of the Zong Dynasty. Initially, he was a puppet summoned by the cabinet, a tool used by the ministers to control the eunuch party beside the emperor. He spent two years overthrowing the eunuch party, inserting his own connections in all twelve departments. After gaining a firm foothold, he took the fallen imperial power from the hands of the Zong Dynasty’s bloodline.
At that time, he had seen too much darkness and was busy all day. Without realizing it, he raised his eyes and realized that time had passed too quickly.
When he met Meng Huan, he was like a dead piece of wood meeting thunder, creating an agitated spring fire. For the first time, he felt the taste of human warmth in addition to his official life.
Also, the desire that he buried in his heart for many years was stirred up.
Lin Bozhou was originally a physically and mentally healthy, normal man. When occasionally having the desire, he would take a cold bath and wait until it cooled down, repressing and stopping it. Many people hated him, and he had high self-esteem and was not reluctant to force others to like him.
Meng Huan was the first to dance around before him, especially that time in the carriage. Lin Bozhou realized that when Meng Huan removed his defensive shell, the inner core was soft. Unfortunately, it turned the high fortress inside him into a tidal wave that raged out of control.
“Okay, Huan Huan. It doesn’t hurt anymore. Go to sleep by yourself. No more rubbing.”
Hearing these words, Meng Huan nodded his chin.
Meng Huan was like this. He would comfort him well if he did not like Lin Bozhou.
Lin Bozhou gathered the hand on his forehead, supported his shoulder, and slowly put him on the bed. “Huan Huan, do you like this husband?”
Meng Huan was confused. “Ah.”
Lin Bozhou inexplicably curved his lips.
It seemed that it was not the right time yet.
But this person was indeed his wife. This was a fact that no one could change.
The young man still put up defenses against him, but Lin Bozhou was in no hurry. He would slowly peel away Meng Huan’s armor one day and let his soft heart open to him completely.
As he thought about it, Lin Bozhou lowered his head happily and was content to enjoy his unsuspecting wife. “Huan Huan, give me a kiss.”
Fingers clenched, Meng Huan let him kiss with a “Muah~”
Lin Bozhou was amused, his fingers caressing his cheek, and his tone was coaxing. “Good boy. Another kiss?”
Meng Huan blinked his eyes.
Lin Bozhou began to take advantage of him.
But when Meng Huan was drunk and in a bad mood, Lin Bozhou hugged, comforted, and coaxed him, so he had no issue with kissing and hugging him now. Besides, Meng Huan was afraid of Lin Bozhou, and sleeping with him was also a means to save his life. Meng Huan always allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
If you want to sleep, that’s fine.
Meng Huan squeezed his fingers, closed his eyelids, and lay on the quilt, looking submissive.
He did not anticipate or resist what was going to happen next.
In the darkness, there was the sound of movement.
Meng Huan closed his eyes tighter. In this book, Lin Bozhou was an unrivaled god. No one’s power and prestige could be compared to his. He could only close his eyes to avoid being burned by fire and lightning when facing him.
However, as Lin Bozhou’s knees rubbed forward, he suddenly hissed, and a cool, soft sigh fell into his ears.
“Hmm?” Meng Huan opened his eyes in confusion.
He felt that Lin Bozhou seemed to have been hurt somewhere.
Meng Huan’s hand fumbled downward and touched the wound on the man’s knee, which had formed a slightly hard blood scab that prevented Lin Bozhou’s knee from bending and padding easily.
Meng Huan’s almond eyes opened even wider.
He remembered that Lin Bozhou knelt in front of Emperor Xuan He’s bed all night, which was the source of Lin Bozhou’s knee wound.
—Lin Bozhou was injured.
He would feel pain with simple movements.
Meng Huan’s consciousness was shaken, and a strange familiarity rose.
Though Lin Bozhou gave the impression of always being in control, appearing as a protective god in front of him, displaying a toughness as if covered with steel armor— surprisingly, he would also… reveal a hopeless and painful side in front of Meng Huan?
