Transmigrated to become the Tyrant’s Male Concubine

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 80.2

Although his appearance is not considered excellent in this feudal society, one special thing about him is that his skin is a little fairer than many people.

Maybe it was because the original owner and he didn’t like to go out. They stayed in the small courtyard all day long and did not get exposed to the sun so their skin was as white as snow and it was morbidly pale.

Wen Chi was very thin before, thin and white, as if he would fall down when the wind blew. Now, he has gained some weight and even his cheeks have become plump. Shi Ye’s strength was not heavy, but he lightly pinched Wen Chi’s cheek and a faint red fingerprint immediately appeared on his fair skin.

With the red fingerprints on his face, Wen Chi stared blankly at Shi Ye with his lips slightly parted but Shi Ye kept moving his hands, pinching his cheeks back and forth as if he was having fun.

After kneading for a while, Shi Ye looked at Wen Chi and found that he looked very much like the little white bun made by the imperial kitchen.

Those buns were also white and fat, with red juice stained on the surface, they looked very delicious… They really looked like Wen Chi at this moment and he looked as delicious as them.

Making him eager to take a bite.

However, suppressed the eagerness of his heart, he knew that Wen Chi was timid, and also worried about scaring Wen Chi, so he had to proceed step by step.

In the end, the jade came in handy.

It’s just that the jade was so thin that Wen Chi might feel a little uncomfortable when he really enter in later.

Fortunately, the discomforts didn’t last long and he gradually adapted to it.

The light in the inner room was dim, only the two candles on the table in the outer room barely spilling in some dim light.

Wen Chi seemed to be immersed in a pool of water, his consciousness was blurred and he felt his body move like waves in the water. He squinted his eyes, looked at the swaying face above him and raised his hand to stroke it.

His fingertips trace the burn marks on one half of his face. The burn marks from five or six years ago were old wounds but not only was it shocking to look at, but it also felt very uncomfortable to the touch.

The half face covered with burn marks corresponds to the flawless other half,  as if it was half angel and half devil.

Wen Chi sighed and was about to put his hand down but Shi Ye directly grabbed his hand and pressed it on those burn marks.

Shi Ye approached him and asked, “Do you care?”

Wen Chi thought for a while: “I just feel sorry.”

Shi Ye seemed to recall Wen Chi’s previous answer, chuckled and said disapprovingly: “Appearance is given by parents and I never care about appearance.”

Wen Chi said quietly: “I care…”

Shi Ye: “…”

Wen Chi didn’t know if it was his illusion but Shi Ye seemed to react strongly to it.

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The two tossed all night.

In the afternoon of the next day, when Wen Chi woke up, he was in so much pain that he could barely get out of bed. He reached out and touched the side but he didn’t feel a bit of warmth, he didn’t know when Shi Ye had left.

Wen Chi dawdled on the bed for a long time before calling the maid who was guarding the door to come in and help him prepare the clothes.

The maid was very clever, not only did she take out the clothes from the cabinet for Wen Chi and neatly fold them at the end of the bed but also quickly brought the water to wash and food for breakfast.

Finally, seeing Wen Chi sitting by the bed with a blank expression, without moving for a long time, the maid couldn’t help but say, “Young Master Wen, let this servant change your clothes for you.”

“No, no.” Wen Chi quickly shook his head, his voice was hoarse, “You go out first.”

Fushen, the maidservant said: “Yes.”

After the maid closed the door, Wen Chi sat beside the bed for a long time, then picked up the folded clothes at the end of the bed and slowly put them on.

Intense at night, suffering during the day.

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Although Wen Chi exerted a little force while dressing, he still felt an indescribable pain coming from a certain part of his back.

It took him a long time to get dressed, walked to the table in an awkward posture, sat down, his brow furrowed and his expression instantly became extremely uncomfortable as he hurriedly stood up again.

For the first time, Wen Chi ate breakfast while standing …… Oh no, it was more like dinner.

The maidservant outside the door heard the commotion in the room and guessed that it was almost time, so she knocked on the door lightly: “Young Master Wen, have you finished your meal?”

Wen Chi said, “Come in.”

The maid opened the door and entered and at first glance she saw Wen Chi standing in front of the cabinet with his clothes crooked, staring at the door with a heavy face, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, the maid didn’t dare to ask any more questions, she walked to the table with eyes lowered and quickly cleaned up the dishes.

Just when the maid was about to step back, Wen Chi suddenly said: “Wait a minute.”

The maid paused: “Young Master Wen, do you have any orders?”

Wen Chi’s face burned as he thought of something, but he had no choice and had to say to the servant girl, “Come here for a moment.”

The maid walked over cautiously.

Wen Chi struggled for a while, lowering his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, he whispered: “Can you get a contraceptive pill?”

The servant girl froze, and when she reacted, her expression became visibly panicked: “Young… is Young Master Wen talking about the contraceptive soup?”

“Yes, that’s the one.”