Meng Huan: “Uh.”
An invisible embarrassment spread through him.
But Meng Huan had already said he would help him, so he braced himself and said, “Okay. I’ll go get the chamber pot*.”
*Chamber pot: a urinal for urinating in bed at night.
Lin Bozhou stood in place, his shoulders sprinkled with moonlight, resembling the overflowing detachment and cold emotions.
Meng Huan brought the chamber pot, got familiar with it first, and looked at Lin Bozhou. “Then should I give it to you to use?”
Lin Bozhou did not speak. Meng Huan thought he agreed, and his hand untied his belt. But his wrist was clenched, and the long finger bones were so strong that they left a few red marks when rubbing against the white skin.
“Hiss……”
Meng Huan let out a cry of pain and looked up. Lin Bozhou’s narrow eyes were closed under the veil, and his breath was hot, containing some painful repression and humiliation.
He seemed to be extremely annoyed but also holding back.
Meng Huan was stunned.
The older northern men generally used the chamber pot in the winter. At that age, they frequently had an urgency at night and used the chamber pot as they didn’t want to get off the bed in winter, stuffing things into it to relieve themselves. Lin Bozhou was still young and would not need it, but because of these eyes……
Meng Huan looked at the chamber pot in his hand and said comfortingly, “Your Highness, use it. You can sleep when you’re done.”
His tone’s end was slightly raised and soft as if coaxing him.
The force of Lin Bozhou’s hand clutching on his wrist eased a bit, and Meng Huan knew he was no longer resisting, so he untied his pants.
He had obviously made a mental preparation, but when seeing the thing…..
“……”
Lin Bozhou’s breathing became shallow.
This heavy thing was completely incompatible with Lin Bozhou’s clean, upright figure when wearing clothes. Meng Huan was the only one who had seen and touched it. He lowered his head and felt a stiff numbness rise in his arm; his white palm was hot. He finally slowly moved it to the mouth of the chamber pot.
This way, Lin Bozhou could easily relieve himself.
Silent.
After a long time, there was no sound.
After waiting too long, Meng Huan’s wrist was sore, so he tried to act as if nothing was wrong. “Your Highness, just pee. No need to be embarrassed.”
“……”
He also gave himself a psychological boost. Only ten years of practice could allow them to cross the river together in a boat, and only a hundred years could allow them to sleep in the same bed.* They were a couple who had undergone three matches and six engagements*. Although they became a couple only because he twisted through time and transmigrated into the book, he shouldn’t mind something like this ……
*This sentence means it’s not easy for a couple to get married. To have a confidant in the world of mortals and be able to sleep with each other is the result of doing good deeds for hundreds of years in the previous life.
*Three matches and six engagements: Ancient couple’s marriage was arranged by a matchmaker, and they had to complete six etiquettes from the marriage proposal to completion.
As Meng Huan thought randomly, the shadow in front of him fell. It was somewhat heavy and pressed him back a few steps. He could barely support Lin Bozhou’s body.
Lin Bozhou ambushed his neck, and his breath was very hot. His large hands covered the back of his head, and the white gauze of his eyes rubbed over his earlobe, bringing up a scorching feeling, followed by a slight pain from the man biting his earlobe.
“……?”
Hmm?
Didn’t I tell you to pee?
Why did you bite people?
Meng Huan was just about to dodge his head, but the back of his head was suddenly held by force, pressing him into his arms, catching him off guard, and causing him to let out a “Woo….”
The force of the man’s palm was heavy and immovable, like clamping down on prey that was hard to get, almost crushing his bones to pieces. At the same time, the tearing sensation at the back of the neck was also increasing…… Meng Huan was dizzy and breathless when he heard the sound in the chamber pot.
The tone gradually changed, replaced by Lin Bozhou’s suppressed and intense low panting in his ear.
It’s over.
Meng Huan put down the thing in his hands and tilted his head to look at him.
Lin Bozhou’s eyelashes were stained with a thin layer of sweat, as if he had just fought against some psychological burden.
…… To him, he was also relieving a psychological burden, right?
Meng Huan thought, but fortunately, he could be considered to have resolved it. Then he would forgive him for hugging himself so tightly before.
After cleaning up, Meng Huan led him to the bed. “ Your Highness, sleep. If there is anything else you need, you can call me.”
He was afraid Lin Bozhou would be reluctant, reached out and gently nudged the back of his reddened hand. “Otherwise, it would be bad to knock over the candlestick and burn your hand again.”
“……”
His fingertips were soft, gently pointing at the back of his red-hot hand.
The touch was light, like when he sat down and accidentally squeezed his hand.
Lin Bozhou was stunned, eyes downcast, and still didn’t say anything.
In the hall’s silence, Meng Huan turned his back, crawled to the other side of the quilt, left a space for Lin Bozhou, and then lay down. “Sleep, sleep!”
Lin Bozhou lay down on the bed, and his hand moved slightly. He touched Meng Huan’s dangling hand, long and even, much smaller than his……
The scene of holding him just now came back to him. Because he could not see, the delicate touch was even clearer.
Lin Bozhou’s fingers trembled gently.
He had not spoken, so Meng Huan thought he was still in a gloomy state of mind. He was afraid that Lin Bozhou would continue to turn his back to him, so he also intended to maintain the situation just now and sleep separately.
Unexpectedly, the figure leaned over slightly, seemingly looking for something.
“…… Your Highness?”
Meng Huan’s words just fell, and he was held tightly in Lin Bozhou’s arms.
Lin Bozhou’s entire body covered his. His face came forward, and the slightly cold lips stuck to the back of Meng Huan’s neck that he bit just now. Approaching, like a beast licking a wound, he probed the tip of his tongue to lick the red mark that was bitten.
It was wet and hot, licking incessantly.
Meng Huan was stunned momentarily, slightly tickled and hurt by his licking, and inclined his head. “What’s wrong?”
Lin Bozhou did not speak and changed to kissing after licking.
The night was a little quiet, accompanied by a slight movement.
Lin Bozhou kissed slowly and long.
“……”
Meng Huan’s clenched fingers loosened.
He seemed to feel—
Lin Bozhou was apologizing.
