Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou’s tone was very soft. “We’ll come out again tomorrow, okay?”

Meng Huan’s breath was staunch with the scent of wine, and he caught the key point. “Still going to come out tomorrow?”

“Out,” Lin Bozhou said.

Meng Huan was not a difficult person to negotiate with. When he heard these words, he nodded with his chin, and his body, which had lost its strength, regained its footing. “Okay, then we will go back.”

When he stepped on the pedal, he almost skipped down, startling the guards next to him, and they almost had to reach out and tug him by the back of his collar to drag him back.

Meng Huan got on the carriage and sat lazily and lopsidedly, feeling that the gorgeous decorated boats and fireworks were still filling his eyes and that he hadn’t walked away from the hustle and bustle. But he was very dizzy and leaned on the crook of Lin Bozhou’s neck.

“It’s time to go back to the house again.” His tone was a little bit unhappy.

Lin Bozhou inexplicably curved his lips, feeling that he was like a little child who hadn’t had enough fun.

All the way back to the house, Meng Huan almost sighed a hundred times. His mood alternated between ‘so happy!’ and ‘why do we have to return….’ But his hand always firmly held on to Lin Bozhou.

Entering the residence door, it was rare that the masters returned to the house at this time. The servants hurriedly poured hot water and served the two to bathe.

Meng Huan remembered this and said with half-closed eyes, “You guys go back to sleep. I’ll serve Lin Bozhou to bathe.”

He directly said the three words ‘Lin Bozhou.’

This was direct name-calling, extremely rude.

The servants were so scared that their backs tingled, but Lin Bozhou smiled, his eyes downcast, still looking as if his “wife” was really cute.

The bathing area was a rather wide basin filled with warm water, slowly emitting smoke.

It was dark before Lin Bozhou’s eyes, and he heard the sound of Meng Huan undressing.

His jaw dropped slightly, and his knuckles moved unconsciously.

“I also want to take a bath, so we’ll do it together?” Meng Huan said, “It’s more time efficient. Let’s take a bath and go to bed early.”

Lin Bozhou replied, “Okay,” and the motion came to him. Meng Huan was unbuttoning his clothes, and he could even feel his fingers pulling on the lacing, but he couldn’t see anything.

The lines of his lips and nose were cold, standing still.

The garment fell to the ground.

The cool breeze brushed his shoulders and body, and it was obvious that his clothes were gone.

Meng Huan led him toward the basin.

Meng Huan would normally have been embarrassed, but now Lin Bozhou’s eyes were blind, and Meng Huan’s brain was dull and fuzzy after drinking too much, so he suddenly felt much more at ease.

Meng Huan picked up a handkerchief. “Let me rub your back.”

He wrung the water and dripped it on Lin Bozhou’s shoulders, remembering as he worked. “I haven’t washed your face.”

He twisted the handkerchief again. His hands were soft and weak, and the wetness poured onto Lin Bozhou’s face.

“……”

When the handkerchief was taken away again, Lin Bozhou’s lacquered eyebrows were stained with water droplets, his cheeks were covered with a light mist of water, and his lips were slightly red from the heat.

His white veil had not been taken off, and at this time, it was wet and stuck to the bridge of his nose, making the thin veil appear transparent and showing a decadent and gloomy sense of sickness.

Meng Huan said, “Let me remove the thing on your eyes first?”

Lin Bozhou’s fingers moved a little, unable to hide his nervousness.

Covering his eyes with a white veil was not only because of his photophobia. Lin Bozhou had psychological comfort when his eyes were blindfolded, but once the thing that covered his eyes fell off, there was no cover, and there was still endless darkness in his eyes. He would fall into a kind of bewilderment with nothing to rely on.

Meng Huan’s hand slowly pulled at it with a tug. “Whussh—”

Coldness slipped past his eyes, and the white veil was pulled down. Lin Bozhou’s handsome eyebrows and eyes were revealed, his eyelashes fine and dense. His eyelids suddenly trembled as if they were uncomfortable.

“Huan Huan—”

Meng Huan knew his feelings and quickly said, “It’s okay. I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

After saying that, he gently nudged his eyelids.

Meng Huan knelt in the water and leaned forward to hug him. “Don’t be afraid.”

As he moved closer, the two didn’t wear clothes, and their burning arms pressed against each other, bringing up a hot feeling when the skin was rubbed.

Hugging him, Meng Huan immediately reacted and backed up. “Hmm?”

His hands were dipped in water and gently stroked Lin Bozhou’s face. “Done. It’s okay. It will get wet in the bath, so take it off first and re-cover your eyes after washing, okay?”

Lin Bozhou’s voice was hoarse. “Okay.”

This sound made Meng Huan’s heart inexplicably stuck for a while. He was ready to let go of his hand but couldn’t resist and gently stroked his cheek, allowing the water to rub against the smooth skin.

Lin Bozhou’s lips were slightly red. Even after taking off the white veil, he still closed his eyelids. He had a noble and indifferent lip, but when he felt Meng Huan’s touch, he gently tilted his head.

The thin lips, rubbing against his palm, brought up a ripple-like itch, and his moist eyelashes drooped.

Something seemed to have moved in Meng Huan’s heart.

He uncomfortably licked his lips.

He couldn’t resist and took a second look.

…… A feeling of wanting to kiss him.

But Meng Huan controlled the idea, slowly picked up the handkerchief, wet it, and then wiped it on his shoulders, his gaze unconsciously sliding downward.

Lin Bozhou’s shoulders were strong and broad, with sharp muscle lines. His body was well-built, not overly barbaric, but upon first glance, he looked lean and robust, with a strong waist and abdomen, and his strength was much greater than Meng Huan had imagined.

……

…… Further down.

Meng Huan shook his head and hastily withdrew his gaze.

His mind was dazed, and as soon as he looked at the past, fragments of their entanglement would flash in his mind.

Seriously, Meng Huan didn’t know what the place looked like.

At that time, Meng Huan was too shy to look; besides, it was generally dark and dim. Lin Bozhou was busy using it, so Meng Huan only had a vague impression.

But now, Lin Bozhou was blind and did not know he was looking at him.

Meng Huan’s heart thumped, and the sound echoed in his ears.

Not sure why he had this curiosity……

He couldn’t help it, and his gaze shifted down uncontrollably, staring at the undulating water below.