CH 63.2

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He’s, so, damned, handsome, when, he, gets, protective!

Murong Jihua’s little volcano in his mind is bursting, exploding as a nuclear weapon under everyone’s hope thanks to the petroleum input known as He Jünle.

That said, Jünle,

This big talk aside,

Don’t you think you can move my face away a bit from this black silhouette of Highness…

Do you know how, when he narrows his eyes, glaring fixedly at my face, looking up and down and left and right, he looks! So!

… Pervy.

“Uh, I can see clearly now,”

His Highness adjusts his green monocle and blinks his watery, froggy eyes, then looking back at He Jünle,

“That said, miss…ter, how did you know my name was Blai’nd?” (TL: Yes, the raws say the Prince’s name is ‘Shaz,’ written with characters that are pronounced like xiazi, or ‘blind person’)

“Pff… Kuhum, I mean——”

Murong Jihua discreetly moves a meter away out from Blai’nd, while pulling He Jünle over by the waist, making him stand by his side.

He lowers He Jünle’s head a little, forcing him to lean on his shoulder.

He gives a devious, ‘I’m in heat’ smile, saying,

“This shaoye’s man is naturally all-knowing.”

Blai’nd, who can only see a pile of white and red and black mingling with each other “…”

Naturally, his thoughts deviate somewhere mysterious and inappropriate.

“I see, but… is your culture,

So open? Is it better for you to be, procreating in public?”

They send Blai’nd away at the last hint of sunlight and are welcomed by the stars. It is now again the daily episode of love.

When He Jünle has pushed Murong Jihua onto the bed, Murong Jihua’s danger sense that has been on high alert the whole day is ringing hard. An ominous premonition has filled his entire mind.

“Lele, wait wait wait——Let’s stop for now,”

He extends his long arm to stop He Jünle’s advances on him, saying,

“Baby, never mind tonight. Her Highness is possibly going to make another bloody move soon. Take care of your body.”

He Jünle furrows his brows, pulling the necktie on his chest away, while putting on his gloves, and responds with a displeased tone,

“Don’t be silly. The first time was bad because of your abysmal technique, you know? I’ll do it, and everything’s gonna be…”

You’ll be fine,

But I’ll not be fine!

This is a matter of principle!

Murong Jihua then charges his power and forces He Jünle down onto the bed by the waist, saying,

“This shaoye wouldn’t allow it.”

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“… Besides, if you’re topping, it’s hard for you not to touch me, right? Don’t forget I’m a walking source of allergy for you.”

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“Fine,” says He Jünle, who looks like giving up, sighing in pity, while biting on his left hand glove to pull it off.

Murong Jihua sighs in relief, though, and instead turns to focus his attention on playing with the soft fluffy hair near He Jünle’s ear.

——When suddenly, without warning, he can feel a slightly cold, gloveless hand, grabbing his——

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“… Wha?!”

“Shut up. I know about my own body.”

He Jünle leans over with this pissed expression, then plants his lips on the corner of Murong Jihua’s eye, adding,

“We’ll leave tomorrow to tomorrow, don’t waste a perfectly good mood;

What doesn’t kill me, only makes me hornier.”

… Apologies, but this frivolous view on life and death is something this little junior here cannot fathom agreeing with.

After a good mutual hand session using their good little paws, they both lie back into their soft beds.

He rests his head on his arm as he watches over He Jünle’s beautiful sleeping silhouette. His thoughts are drifting off somewhere – speaking of, after that night before, he has rarely seen He Jünle saying his goodbyes to his harem…

Obviously, thanks to the amazing charisma of the shaoye!

If only Her Highness’ formal declaration of war would come later so that he can enjoy his serenity for a bit longer——

Hm, or rather not, come quicker, get it done sooner rather than later so she can stop dreaming about the handsome shaoye.

Or rather not. Come later, otherwise… without this reason to ‘keep his body in good shape,’ what reason is there to stop He Jünle from making a move on him?

Or, rather, not, Come quicker…

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Oh for fuck’s sake, just come whenever she wants to.

After throwing all the idle thoughts behind him, Murong Jihua is ready to roll over and sleep happily.

——He swears he didn’t spy on He Jünle’s terminal which was blinking at the time on purpose.

——Then, reading the characters written on there very carefully.

A new message from He Xüeru (He Jünle’s adopted younger sister) reads,

‘I knew it! I told you so! Gege, you’re so amazing you can definitely make the CEO fall for you, hehehe~!

Although it was through countless difficulties, but you’ve finally done it now~

Gege, you must treat Murong-gege well, about as well as spoiling him so much he could fly, love you!

“… Oh my fiendish Xüeru,”

Murong Jihua’s heart is racing so quickly it wouldn’t stop. He feels like he might, perhaps, potentially, be insomniac tonight…

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Oh no what should he do even though he knows for sure this is definitely a crime but he wants to know so much AAAAAARGH how do He Jünle and little sis talk about me behind my back AAAARGH!

“Wanna read?”

The voice that he yearns to hear is suddenly whispering into his ears gently.

Author’s notes: Thank you for all of your support! I’ll keep working hard!