Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan’s words were like something a wife would do while sitting on the edge of her bed, rambling on and on, full of longing, planning their future with her husband.

Lin Bozhou looked at him quietly, recalling the night he was watching the lantern festival on the river bank. Meng Huan propped his face and asked him what Kuzhou looked like and whether he could take him back to see it later.

Kuzhou, sandy sky, snowy ground— it was a place in Lin Bozhou’s heart that he could not return to.

He was tired of these six years. Beside Meng Huan, he felt his busy and restless heart quiet down for the first time. He understood why many people’s hearts were wild but became well-behaved after having a family.

Because, after having a family, the heart also settled.

—Meng Huan was his wife.

When this thought rose, Lin Bozhou’s heart went crazy soft.

He leaned over, came close, and breathed in Meng Huan’s ear and neck as if he wanted to swallow all his scent into his lungs.

Slowly, Lin Bozhou kissed Meng Huan’s ear and neck again.

Before all this, the thousands of armies he guarded inside, the mountains, rivers, moon, poetry, wine, and songs had a clearer name.

Meng Huan, his Meng Huan.

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Meng Huan woke up early in the morning, but his body was a little unsteady. After being used by Lin Bozhou last night, he was uncomfortable and a little sore.

Meng Huan pushed awake the sleeping Lin Bozhou beside him. “Husband.”

“Hmm?” Lin Bozhou answered in a low voice.

Meng Huan whispered, “I want to relieve myself.”

Hearing these words, Lin Bozhou lazily sat up straight. He got up, picked up Meng Huan in a bridal style, walked to the back of the screen, and untied his pants.

Meng Huan could barely stand as he had an ankle injury. His head was half leaning on Lin Bozhou’s shoulder as he tried to pee for a while. He couldn’t pee again when he realized it might be because of what Lin Bozhou did last night.

After a while, Meng Huan had a red face and glared at him angrily.

“Lin Bozhou……”

When he got angry, he called Lin Bozhou by his name.

Lin Bozhou’s tone was somewhat reflective. “That, was it not very good?”

Worthy of the male lead’s speaking tone in an AV.

Meng Huan really couldn’t pee, so he silently pulled his pants back on and turned his head. Lin Bozhou handed him a handkerchief to wipe his hands.

After holding it for half a day, Meng Huan said with a red face, “You’re not allowed to do that again in the future.”

He was afraid that Lin Bozhou could not understand and repeated, “You’re not allowed to mess with me like that.”

Anyway, he wasn’t allowed to treat him as if he was an erotic shou.

When he said this, he muttered, shy but serious.

He looked so well-behaved.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and responded, “Maybe Huan Huan will like it after a few more tries?”

“……” That wasn’t something people would normally do when having sex, okay?

Meng Huan licked his lips and turned to glare at him, frowning, looking speechless and angry.

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips lifted slightly. He covered him in the snow-white robe and picked him up by the waist. He ordered the eunuch to bring the soup medicine and pressed his fidgety hands, feeding him one mouthful as usual.

When Meng Huan was angry and would not drink, he pinched his jaw and gave him a deep kiss, so much so that he could not breathe, and the lower half of his body had to be pressed against his legs.

Across the screen, Meng Huan drank the medicine until his face and ears were red, panting, while not far away, Chen An bowed his waist. “Your Highness, people from the Cui residence are here again, saying they want to see Your Highness. They must have something to inform Your Highness. Your Highness, do you want to meet them?”

“No,” Veins appeared on Lin Bozhou’s wrist as he pressed Meng Huan’s leg with one hand.

The summer weather was hot, and both of them were wearing silk. The material was originally smooth, so the more Meng Huan moved on his lap, the more the flesh under the thin garment was rubbed against Lin Bozhou.

Meng Huan was quite anxious, but Lin Bozhou’s eyes were downcast, seemingly pleased with his little toss. Chen An was just turning to leave the room when the overlapping clothes came close together. Lin Bozhou’s slightly cool palm gently covered Meng Huan’s forehead.

“Huan Huan’s fever seems to have gone down?”

After saying these words, Meng Huan’s back was hot.

His body felt like it was being drained of strength. He curled his hands in his arms, frowned, and whimpered softly.

The people behind the screen hugged, their emotions high and low, and the early morning was not peaceful.

A long time later, Meng Huan sat in a chair, wrist trembling with a spoon, face a little pale and red. Lowering his face, he spooned a mouthful of chicken soup, which was blown until cool, into his mouth.

It was a bit hot when he put it into his mouth, probably because he was kissed too much.

“……” He looked up at Lin Bozhou.

Lin Bozhou put dishes into his bowl. His scarlet royal clothes were neatly donned, and his face returned to a pure and ascetic look without the slightest trace of the dazzling and forcefulness before.

What an immoral and despicable person.