After seeing him, Lin Bozhou seemed to relax a bit. Though he struggled from discomfort, he slowly extended his hand.

He was pale, his eyelashes drooping, and the skin under his eyes was covered with a faint layer of gray, which should be caused by staying up all night. He looked extremely haggard.

“Hmm?” Meng Huan looked at his outstretched hand.

Did he want to hold his hand?

Meng Huan put his hand on it.

His hand was whiter and smaller than Lin Bozhou’s slender and bony hand, which was one size larger. After placing it, Lin Bozhou’s fingers tightened, and he closed his eyes for a long time.

For some reason, Meng Huan felt he was exhausted.

Getting up in the wee hours every morning to go to work, sleeping at almost eleven o’clock at night, hardly getting a holiday to go out to play, but also having to be called back to the palace by the eunuchs, rushing against the wind and rain— a living person would feel very tired, right?

Ancient medical care was not good. Some people caught a cold and died directly. Young people like Lin Bozhou, who had to do everything and looked impressive, actually carried a large toll on their bodies.

Meng Huan thought about it and said, “Your Highness.”

Lin Bozhou held him and gave a short, breathy “Hmm.”

“Don’t get wet in the rain anymore.”

His fingers felt slightly cool to the touch. Meng Huan drew his fingertips closer and gently rubbed the back of his hand.

His hand was very soft. Rubbing against the skin, it brought up a tingly feeling.

Inexplicably, it carried a sense of pity.

“Huan Huan……”

Lin Bozhou opened his eyes. His body was damp and smelled like a patient; he seemed weak. However, in a flash, Meng Huan was brought to the bed by him.

With his body pressed against the bed, Meng Huan made an “uh” sound. The omnipresent hair fell on him, and he smelled the faint scent of medicine, and a clear jawline wavered before him.

“Your Highness?”

A kiss fell to his lips.

Meng Huan retracted his paws and looked at Lin Bozhou like a frightened kitten. “Ah……?”

What are you doing?

You are dying of illness……

Could it be that you still want to take the erotic plot?

A laugh with an airy tone sounded in his ears, huskier and weaker than before, and the kiss fell again. “Is Huan Huan worried?”

Meng Huan continued to hold up his paws, not knowing for a moment whether to refute or concede. He couldn’t say what his emotions were now. He just felt really annoyed by the sympathy of seeing Lin Bozhou so tired.

“This husband is fine.”

Lin Bozhou’s forehead pressed against his, and it was scalding; his breath was slow and hot. “It’ll be fine soon.”

Meng Huan’s hand was pressed because he was lying on his belly, and Lin Bozhou gently touched the side of his face. Perhaps because of the temperature, but he felt Lin Bozhou gently rubbing it, as if he was somewhat addicted to the softness of his fingertips, and softly let out a sigh.

“……”

Then, it was like something burned up.

Meng Huan’s eyelids jumped a little, and his figure was slowly covered by Lin Bozhou.

He heard him ask, “After this husband left last night, what did Huan Huan do by himself?”

Lin Bozhou sounded like he was chatting casually.

Meng Huan tried to say, “Ate fresh fish and then rode horses in the horse farm the next morning……”

When it came to the word “horse,” Meng Huan’s end tone rose abruptly, and it carried an unexpected tone of surprise.

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and seemed to be laughing, “Is that so?”

His appearance was fine, but it belied his poor condition. Under the partially thin bedding and clothes, Meng Huan’s legs were locked, and something pressed against them.

“Learned to ride a horse?” Lin Bozhou’s tone remained calm.

The folds of the bedding loosened, but they were bound together again.

Lin Bozhou’s upper body was that of an upright gentleman, but his lower body was utterly villainous.

The back of Meng Huan’s ears was hot, and he said with a gasp, “There is a master at the horse farm who specialized in teaching me, but I didn’t dare to release the rope, so he led the horse and took me a few li up the mountain—”

The more he said, the more Meng Huan’s body tensed; his fingertips curled up and began to tremble.

He bit his lower lip, and a blush rose to his cheeks.

“What else?” Lin Bozhou stroked his jaw.

Meng Huan desperately tried to think, “When riding a horse, he let go of the rope. I went down a slope by myself.”

“What else?” Lin Bozhou sounded patient.

“There is no more…..”

“I’ll take Huan Huan to have fun next time, okay?”

Meng Huan bit his lower lip, did not answer again, and softly let out a “Woo.”

What Lin Bozhou did to him now was profane to the extreme! But he did it while chatting as if nothing had happened, and his expression was completely unreadable.

Meng Huan’s toes tensed up, and he wanted to bury his head in the pillow, crashing to his death. But there was still low laughter echoing in his ears, and his jaw was lifted. Lin Bozhou’s dark red eyes were downcast, seemingly interested in his expression.

Meng Huan’s brain was dizzy like a lump of flour that was kneaded open.

When the climax came, Lin Bozhou leaned over, his hot, moist breath blowing over his ear with a residual afterglow that was hard to control.

“……”

His ears were hot.

Meng Huan’s heart was also tight.

He looked at Lin Bozhou. The man’s initially pale face seemed to look better. His lips were slightly red, his face was damp, and his pupils were clearer than before.

…… What’s all of this?

Meng Huan couldn’t help but mutter, “Your Highness, aren’t you infected with a cold?”

Lin Bozhou sounded like a bastard. “I feel perfect, sweating it out.”

“…………”

Meng Huan was so angry that he stomped his foot into the quilt.

Then, he pulled the quilt to the top of his head again.

He took his face out again when he felt the air was suffocating.