Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

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Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, and his fingers continued to caress his face. “They are locked up in the yamen and won’t end well.”

“They also chained my legs. I have injuries all over my feet!” The more Meng Huan said, the angrier he became. He couldn’t help but bite the bullet and struggle desperately.

The hot breath was close at hand. Lin Bozhou’s forehead pressed against him, and his eyelashes brushed against him. He responded, “I’ve seen the wounds on Huan Huan’s leg.”

His voice was low, seemingly without emotion, but every word was heavy and deep like the calm water surged under the surface with wild waves. He hid everything to not scare Meng Huan; only the gentlest ripples touched him.

The young man was aggrieved, “And they always said they would kill me! Said I dragged them down. Then why wouldn’t they let me go, ah? Why did they have to say kill me? It’s scary. They’re really sick. I’m always scared and afraid!”

He repeated over and over again.

Lin Bozhou looked into his eyes, and his voice was tinged with pain. “Huan Huan has been aggravated.”

Strangely enough, every word that Lin Bozhou used to comfort him was simple, but Meng Huan felt that he was listening to him incomparably seriously and that he could feel all of his own speechlessness and pain.

The anger suffered in the past few days was vented out of his head, and Meng Huan was in a much better mood. Thinking of something, he bit his lip, “But I have never admitted defeat.”

“Hmm?”

Lin Bozhou raised his eyelids and watched Meng Huan change his expression from aggression.

His face was full of the smugness of a child.

“They asked me to draw a seal for him, your seal, so they could go and stamp a letter that intercepted the military pay. If I couldn’t draw it, they would cut my fingers, kill me, and feed me to the dogs.” The young man stated.

Lin Bozhou did not speak and lowered his eyes; Meng Huan’s expression was plainly visible.

The young man’s eyes were bright, and his tone was proud. “I didn’t draw. I made many excuses, saying that your seal was hard to draw. Then I got sick, so they couldn’t force me to draw-”

When Meng Huan said this, he saw Lin Bozhou’s gaze, which had been falling calmly and hotly onto his face, flicker gently.

Meng Huan: “I was hoping that the sicker I was, the better–”

The calm water that had been suppressed finally could no longer be contained, setting off raging waves.

Meng Huan hadn’t finished speaking, but the man’s breath suddenly fell against him. Lin Bozhou’s hot lips gently pressed against his cold lips, constantly rubbing them. His breath spilled over, and his voice was almost inaudible, “Huan Huan……”

“Huan Huan.” He called out a second time.

Meng Huan knew he felt sorry for himself.

But his tone remained proud.

“But I wasn’t hurt and didn’t draw anything for them. Even when he said threatening things to me, I wasn’t scared.”

He was obviously a very timid person, but he was very brave at that time.

Meng Huan finished this sentence and waited for praise, but when he raised his eyes, he saw that Lin Bozhou’s eyes seemed to have darkened a bit, with redness surfacing and containing some moisture.

For only a split second, Lin Bozhou closed his eyes, inclined his sharp, well-defined jaw, and approached his lips, lovingly kissing Meng Huan.

His lips were bitter. Meng Huan was stunned, and his jaw was pinched, almost being surrounded by his body heat.

Lin Bozhou kissed him as if he was afraid of hurting him, tentatively kissing the shallow lips and teeth lest Meng Huan be breathless and physically uncomfortable.

It seemed like many words were not necessary to say.

Meng Huan grasped his shoulders with both hands, feeling bubbles arise in his bone marrow as if he was among soft clouds. Being caressed by his fingertips over the ears and neck, his bones and body became soft.

“……”

A sticky movement came from between their lips.

The sound was so clear.

But neither of them mentioned it as if it was a rare occasion when they just wanted to enjoy the closeness and didn’t want to care about anything else.

The heat was heavy on their cheeks, unbearably moist. They kissed until Meng Huan’s body could not bear it anymore, and he kicked him. Lin Bozhou finally stopped, and his long fingers lightly caressed his jaw. The bottom of his eyes was the usual deep, thick, fog-colored dark light. His gaze falling on Meng Huan’s face was hot, clingy, and formidable.

Meng Huan was giddy from being looked at by him, his hands gently pulling at his shirt as if drunk.

His shirt was stripped open a slit. “Husband ……”

Emotional to the extreme, Meng Huan tilted his head to look at him, “Want to sleep together?”

The skin all over his body was itchy. It was as if the burst of uncomfortable feeling could not be eliminated if not touched by him. Meng Huan had a fever, and his head was dizzy. He gently got into Lin Bozhou’s embrace.

This was the first time he wanted it so badly.

Lin Bozhou gently held his jaw, approached his lips, and kissed him. Restlessness also ran amok inside him, and when he saw Meng Huan gently rip open his clothes, he even felt the wretchedness of being manipulated by his desire.

He kissed his face. “Wait for Huan Huan to get better.”

Wait for his body to get better again.

Meng Huan’s body was now terribly weak, and he could feel it when he kissed him. It wasn’t long, but he was already panting and getting uncomfortable.

If they had sex now, his bones might fall apart.

“Okay.”

Hearing these words, Meng Huan didn’t particularly give him a hard time. However, he didn’t give up and approached him, gently licking his lips. “Still want to kiss.”

“……” Lin Bozhou’s lips lifted a little.

It seemed like you really had to be close to losing to realize how important this person was to you. Lin Bozhou came closer and kissed him again. “Okay.”

Lin Bozhou’s kiss was patient, and his kissing skills were also very skillful. He would tease and titillate people, usually to provoke Meng Huan’s desire to kiss. But today, he kissed purely, just to make Meng Huan feel comfortable with him and close to him.

Meng Huan was dizzy from the kiss, the tip of his tongue became numb, and he lazily lay in his arms, half-squinting like a cat comfortable from being scratched under the jaw.

At last, he finally enjoyed himself to the fullest with the affection and scratched his stomach in satisfaction, gently rubbing Lin Bozhou’s jaw with his chin. “Husband, hungry.”

His tone was justified.

Like a small sweet bean that was about to melt from the heat.

Lin Bozhou responded, picked up his clothes, pulled Meng Huan’s hand through, and carried him out of bed.

He carried Meng Huan to the table and said, “Tell the kitchen to serve food immediately.”

Meng Huan’s health was not well, and he needed to take good care of it during this period.

Picking up the medicine bowl on the side, Lin Bozhou gently scooped a spoonful of medicine soup. “Now, it’s this husband’s turn to care for Huan Huan.”