After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Chang Ling woke up in a room full of bitter medicinal fragrance.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was already pitch black outside the window, and the lamp on the desk was emitting a faint yellowish light, outlining the outline of the man half hidden in the darkness beside the bed.

Chang Ling was sweating all over, and his limbs hadn't regained strength yet, so he asked in a low voice, "Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Zhao Yan's back froze, and he turned his head slowly, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't slept for several nights, and it was frighteningly red in the dark.

Chang Ling said: "I said I would sleep for a long time, I won't let you wait."

The familiar soft and waxy voice belongs to the little things.

Zhao Yan's eyes trembled violently, and in an instant, tears welled up like a fountain, so much so that he had to cover his face with his hands, letting the scalding liquid slip from between his fingers.

Chang Ling was taken aback.

Stretching out his fingers, he slightly tore off the corner of his clothes.

Zhaoyan suddenly bent down, grabbed the little thing's waist, and kissed it affectionately and obsessively.Chang Ling let him kiss obediently, and after a long time, asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Zhaoyan propped himself up, still holding the man tightly in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "Do you know that you have slept for three whole days, and I am going to be scared to death by you. I thought..."

He choked up, subconsciously wanting to avoid all unlucky words.

Chang Ling wanted to hug his waist, but his arms were limp and weak, so he could only say, "I'm sorry."

"No, you are not sorry to me, nor to anyone. Don't say this word to me in the future, okay, because every time you say this word, you are leaving me."

Chang Ling was startled again, nodded, then moved inside, leaving some space, and said, "Would you like to lie down and sleep for a while?"

"Do not."

Zhao Yan objected almost immediately.

He hated the word "sleep", and even feared it, especially after watching the little thing sleep for three days and three nights, he wished that there was only the sun in the sky without the moon, and the night would disappear forever.

"I'm not sleepy. Are you hungry? I'll take you to pick the fruit."

According to the medical officer, this little thing was the fulfillment of a long-cherished wish for many years. He vented his mind and lost the will to survive, so he couldn't wake up and let himself sink into a dream.

To reawaken this little thing's desire to survive, he must re-cultivate his interest and fun in this world, and it's best to start with the things he likes to do.

The little thing has lived too hard since he was a child, neither in Qingqiu nor in Sirius, he has not been well taken care of.

After thinking about it, the only thing he could think of was that the little thing likes to eat spiritual fruits, especially the loquat fruit from Ehuangdian.It is probably related to the dead first queen Jiang Yin.

There was an imperceptible tension in Zhaoyan's voice, and the eyes that looked at Chang Ling were even more nervous.

Chang Ling thought for a while and nodded.

Then he saw Zhaoyan happy like a child who got a reward, the tension on his face dissipated quickly, and he began to excitedly arrange the stove, oven, porcelain dishes, bowls and chopsticks, cloak and other things.

Chang Ling was puzzled: "Why do you need to bring an oven and dishes?"

Zhao Yan meticulously arranged a set of utensils in layers in the food box, and said: "The medical officer said, your stomach is weak, you should not eat too much raw fruit, and I will bake loquat fruit for you later."

As he thought of something, he opened the locker, took out a jar of honey, and put them in the food box.

Chang Ling couldn't help being surprised when he saw that he had already touched Chenfeng Palace in a few days.

After packing up his things, Zhaoyan wrapped the Changling tightly with a cloak, put the hand stove into Xiaodong's hand, and led the people out quietly.

When they arrived at Ehuang Palace, Chang Ling still obediently waited for Zhaoyan to pick the fruits under the tree, and picked up the ones that fell from the tree by the way.In just three days, the fruits matured again. Zhaoyan didn't need to pick and choose, and picked a big bag full of big ones.

After washing the fruit, Zhao Yan only kept a small half for Chang Ling to taste, the rest were brushed with honey and baked in the oven.The fruity aroma mixed with the unique burnt aroma of broiled honey immediately diffused in the courtyard.

The long spirit was immediately attracted, and stared at the spirit fruit in the oven without blinking.

Zhao Yan was amused, opened the stove, grabbed the earliest loquat fruit from the iron tongs, and put it in a small dish.After Chang Ling ate, his eyes lit up immediately.

"These are yours."

Zhaoyan flipped the fruit familiarly with iron tongs. Hearing the sizzling sound from the skin of the fruit, he suddenly felt unprecedented peace and tranquility in his heart, and said softly: "From now on, I will bake the fruit for you every day ,OK?"

The night was as cool as water, the breeze gently brushed against the cheeks, and there was a dead silence all around.

Zhao Yan panicked all of a sudden, even the hand holding the iron tongs trembled suddenly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't always force you like this..."

He defended himself almost in a panic.

The next moment, a piece of cold and soft lips, silently, pressed against his cheek like a feather, with a sweet fruity aroma and the unique taste of roasted honey.

Zhaoyan's mind went blank.

With a snap of the iron tongs in his hand, he fell directly into the oven.