CH 49.1

After Meng Huan kissed him, he retreated nervously as if nothing had happened, waiting silently.

Lin Bozhou’s agitation and irrationality also suddenly calmed down. His hand clutching the chair handle loosened, his eyebrows eased, his lips slightly opened, but he never made a sound.

The conflict between the two seemed interrupted by that kiss and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It was quiet for a moment.

Meng Huan muttered, “Why are you so mean? Isn’t it just coming back late?”

Lin Bozhou’s complexion sank.

A smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

It was as if the dark clouds piling up in the sky were suddenly blown away by the wind and replaced by a clear blue sky.

Lin Bozhou chuckled. “Mm, I was mean to you. I was wrong.”

Hmph.

Meng Huan rubbed Lin Bozhou’s face with his fingertips and said, “I don’t blame you.”

He knew what Lin Bozhou was worried about in his heart.

But after rubbing, Meng Huan’s fingers suddenly stiffened and hung mid-air.

He was surprised by this sudden intimate action.

Did he touch Lin Bozhou’s face as if he were teasing a child?

No… way….

Meng Huan was surprised, but Lin Bozhou did not think anything of it, and his black hair fell to his ears. He looked sideways for Meng Huan’s moving fingers. His handsome face was tinged with twilight, looking a bit sickly, and the corners of his lips were faintly smiling.

…… He even seemed to be genuinely coaxed.

Meng Huan couldn’t help but recall the scene when he first met Lin Bozhou. His clothes were spotless, but his body was stained with the scent of blood, gently closing his eyes to kill. At that time, Meng Huan was scared that his scalp tingled when he met his eyes, and his back chilled……

Then and now, it seemed like a long time had passed, so long that many things had changed unknowingly.

Meng Huan returned to his senses. “Is it time for Your Highness to rest?”

Lin Bozhou: “Didn’t you just come back?”

“I need to bathe and clean up after myself.”

“I’ll wait for you,” Lin Bozhou said.

Hearing his words, Meng Huan blushed behind his ears and nodded.

Across the screen, when Meng Huan took off his clothes to take a bath, he came across the letter in his sleeve that was warmed by his body heat.

When he took it out, he looked at Lin Bozhou, who sat by the bed and appeared ready to sleep.

Scraping off the wax seal, Meng Huan examined it under the faint light. He initially didn’t want to look at it when he thought of Lu Nanxing’s dog crawl handwriting, but he also wanted to try to see if the characters he had studied for two months had improved and spread the paper out.

—Unexpectedly, it wasn’t Xu Ruo Lin’s cursive script.

Instead, it was an incomparably exquisite, neat, graceful Guange-style regular script. The Guange-style was originally a calligraphy of one of the scholars of the Hanlin Imperial Academy that an emperor liked. Later, the test subjects followed and practiced the trend, gradually forming a special font for the examination hall.

The Guange-style regular script was easier to identify than the running script. Even if it was in traditional Chinese characters, Meng Huan could read it roughly now.

The letter was signed with five words: Written by your loving father.

—This was the letter Meng Xueming had written to him.

The letter said that he had arrived at Fengxiang and relied on some money along the way, so the officials and soldiers escorting him were not bad to him. He had already served as a military officer in Fengxiang, usually guarding, training, and building military supplies. When he had nothing to do, he worked in the field and raised chickens, away from the court strife, so his life was quite leisurely, and he asked Meng Huan how he was living now.

Meng Xueming’s wife passed away early, and only the father and son depended on each other at home. Meng Huan looked at the letter, and although he had never met Meng Xueming, he subconsciously had some good feelings for this father.

On the back of the letter was also a letter. Indeed, it was Lu Nanxing’s dog crawl writing. It seemed that the letter was first given to Lu Nanxing and then forwarded to Meng Huan.

Lu Nanxing’s letter, Meng Huan felt it was pretty challenging to read and chose to give up.

He rustled around for a while when Lin Bozhou said, “Huan Huan?”

Meng Huan: “Uh?”

Lin Bozhou: “What’s wrong?”

When he said this, Meng Huan was suddenly quite nervous, only to realize that he had forgotten to flick the water when reading the letter. In Lin Bozhou’s ears, the sound of water had suddenly stopped on this side, but the person had not come out yet.

Meng Huan hurriedly made an excuse, “Ah, it seems that I was too tired from strolling around today and fell asleep in the bath.”

When he went to bed, Lin Bozhou sat up again. He had waited for Meng Huan all afternoon, and now he was lazy. His hair was scattered in his snow-white inner cloth, waiting to cling to him.

Meng Huan had just sat down when his hand reached over and took Meng Huan’s hand.

The suddenly approaching handsome face was like a dust-free Buddha’s child on the bright platform, making Meng Huan’s heart palpitate again.

Lin Bozhou’s tone was lazy. “Huan Huan, kiss me.”

“……”

Meng Huan paused and moved closer to kiss his lips.

After kissing briefly, Lin Bozhou looked as though his breathing was unstable. Lying backward into the bedding, his fingers propped up by his ears, his eyes containing lust, looking like he was quietly waiting for Meng Huan to play with him.

“Huan Huan, come,” Lin Bozhou said. “Like last night.”

“……”

Meng Huan: TvT.

—I’ve never seen this sort of perverted gong.

But last night, he was at least drunk enough to touch him more actively. He nervously pursed his lips now and couldn’t build his mental strength.

Although knowing that Lin Bozhou deliberately teased him, Meng Huan truly couldn’t bear it.

“No?” As Lin Bozhou said that, his lapel was gently pulled away, revealing the nape of his neck and the taut lines of his exposed shoulders. The lines of his waist and abdomen were also faintly discernible.

Meng Huan was stunned for two or three seconds, and his brain rose again with that dizzy feeling of being drunk. When he sobered up, he was lying in Lin Bozhou’s arms again, and his clothes were pulled away.

His lips were also pressed by Lin Bozhou, burning hot. Lin Bozhou’s voice was very low. “How did you kiss me just now?”

“Hmm?” Meng Huan was dizzy, and the back of his ears suddenly turned red.

Then, Lin Bozhou pecked and kissed him several times on the lips as if testing with the same force as Meng Huan had just done, with a light chuckle in his throat. “Is this how you kissed?”

Meng Huan clenched his teeth, sensing the movement of his fingers.

Lin Bozhou’s voice was suggestive. “Your nerves are quite daring.”

“……”