“Hubby, touch me.” (Part One)
Translation Checker: jellypeaches (also co-translated the pre-edited version)
Editor: jellypeaches, Dobhsh
Lin Bozhou pulled out his wet fingers.
“Eh? What’s wrong?” Meng Huan immediately felt a little dissatisfied and at a loss. He continued to get closer to him, as if trying to discover the man’s hidden treasure. Furrowing his brows, he asked, “Hubby, why don’t you let me kiss you?”
His whole face was rosy, his breathing was disordered and rapid, and his eyes were glistening, looking damp.
Lin Bozhou pinched the youth’s jaw and lowered his eyes. “Was the wine that strong?”
Meng Huan was a bit annoyed by the man’s gesture of rejection. He dove headfirst into Lin Bozhou’s arms heavily, rubbed into the warm embrace, and asked with a sticky, soft voice, “Are you not my hubby? What’s wrong with kissing?”
Emotion flashed through Lin Bozhou’s eyes as he asked with interest, “What is this ‘hubby’?”
“Hubby…” Meng Huan’s brain was feverish as he changed his posture once more, which caused another dark look in Lin Bozhou’s eyes. Meng Huan really couldn’t think of an explanation. “Hubby just means hubby.”
The corners of Lin Bozhou’s lips rose slightly. “Does it mean husband?”
Meng Huan nodded. “Yes! It means husband!”
“What about madam?”
Meng Huan’s voice was soft as he chirped, “Wive!”
He shouted very happily.
The word ‘wife’ could be recognized from the vague intonation.
Lin Bozhou lowered his eyelashes and gave a half-smile as his forehead was poked by a pale finger.
Meng Huan solemnly said, “I’m your wife.”
The youth seemed more headstrong than usual when he was drunk, less reserved, and more petulant and clingy. Lin Bozhou couldn’t hold himself back from teasing, “So when Huan Huan was calling out over and over earlier, it was to call for this husband?”
Drunk Meng Huan had only minimum brain power, and the word ‘hubby’ was revolving around his mind. ‘Hubby’ means a very intimate person. He tilted his head up at Lin Bozhou. “Yes, I was calling my husband. Husband, huggy.”
The voice was cute and meek.
Lin Bozhou slowly raised his eyebrows.
This was different from when the youth was sober, less wary of him, and less insincerely polite. There was less thinking from a drunk brain, making the youth more clingy to him instead.
Pretty interesting.
The interesting Meng Huan rubbed his forehead, tugged at his clothes with both hands, and murmured softly, “Hubby, I seem to be drunk.”
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“You did drink a lot.” Lin Bozhou answered lightly.
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“All right.”
But Meng Huan was really burning up. His blood was boiling, and his face was red. He lay in Lin Bozhou’s arms, yielding briefly. “Then I’ll fan out the heat once we are back.”
It appeared that the little drunk stopped his fuss.
Lin Bozhou lowered his gaze and felt relieved.
But in his arms, Meng Huan began to get closer to him in an unruly manner.
This Prince Regent, who wielded power and authority over the court and was dressed in a blazing scarlet, four-claw dragon official robe, however, had a very low body temperature. His fingertips were cold, like a piece of cool jade.
Meng Huan gently pressed against the other man’s forehead, then he pursed his lips and made a huhu~ sound, as if drawing in the coolness.
“Huhu~”
“Huhu~”
The air ruffled Lin Bozhou’s hair by his temples.
The youth did not feel like he was being childish at all. His eyes were bright as he blew air loudly. He even grabbed Lin Bozhou’s hand and pressed it against his cheek, saying with his drunken breath, “Why are you not caring how hot I am?”
Lin Bozhou paused and asked, sounding amused, “Does Huan Huan not want to run away from the compound and leave this husband? Why should this husband care then?”
Speaking these words, Lin Bozhou straightened the cuffs of his embroidered sleeves that the youth had messed up. He raised his long and slender knuckles and lazily propped up his forehead.
His posture was dignified and graceful, fixing his concentrated gaze on Meng Huan. Usually, Meng Huan might look like a cowering cat, dumbfounded by his questions and staring at him foolishly.
But at this moment, Meng Huan’s voice was confused. “When did I want to run away?”
He frowned, as if he was straining his brain for a moment, before saying with all seriousness, “I like husband the most.”
His voice was very clear and sweet.
Anyone who didn’t know the truth would think he was deeply in love.
“…”
Lin Bozhou unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
Lin Bozhou would have thought so as well if he hadn’t read the hard-to-forget assassination letter the other day.
But this Meng Huan was quite interesting. The assassination letter was intercepted by a servant in the compound, and he had to communicate with the outside of the compound as well. The youth was busy with all the work and yet made a huge mess of things. It seemed he was not the brightest.
Lin Bozhou put his hands inside of his sleeves, lowered his eyes, and asked, “You love this husband the most?”
“Yes, I do.” Meng Huan stood up, swaying like he was about to tip over from the alcohol in his body, before a shadow approached the man’s face.
“Chu~”
Placing a light kiss on the man’s lips.
The youth’s lips were so soft, with a faint scent of wine. When the lips reached Lin Bozhou’s own lips, it brought a cool, wet sensation, and like a dragonfly touching the water’s surface, it was so fleeting that it didn’t give Lin Bozhou the time to avoid it.
Meng Huan gushed warmly, “I like you the best.”
“…”
Lin Bozhou had been sitting in the chair nonchalantly. Hearing this statement, he found that Meng Huan was really delirious from the alcohol. No longer looking relaxed, he frowned.
On the carriage, the two servants who served Lin Bozhou had their eyes downcast. They kept their eyes and their noses pointed at the road, pretending to see nothing as cold sweat ran down their foreheads.
Lin Bozhou had never taken another person in a carriage, never mind doing such a disrespectful thing in the middle of the street. If the breeze lifted the curtain and even a small corner revealed only a glimmer of light, their Prince Regent Lin Bozhou’s reputation would devolve into that of a lustful player on top of being a dictatorial tyrant.
Lin Bozhou’s reputation was already bad enough.
—if debauchery was to be added on top of that.
Then! It was! All! Over!
Lin Bozhou looked gloomy in the face as he pondered, saying, “Huan Huan.”
Meng Huan said, “Yes?”
“Who am I?”
Meng Huan was stunned. “You are husband…”
He tried to think hard for a while, but his mind was full of muddled memories mixed with husband, marriage, and other such terms. During this long period of daily interaction, Lin Bozhou was engraved deeply into Meng Huan’s memory, so the youth subconsciously clung to the familiar face.
Meng Huan couldn’t quite put his finger on the reason why the face was so familiar, but he liked the coolness of Lin Bozhou and couldn’t stop his urge to cuddle with the man.
“Husband.” Meng Huan’s reddened eyes were fixed on Lin Bozhou’s lips. “Can we kiss again?”
As if not hearing clearly, Lin Bozhou frowned and gazed down at him with eyes as calm as a smooth lake. “What?”
The youth’s fingers tugged at his sleeve as he leaned forward. His eyes were glossy, and his breath had the sweet scent of wine.
Meng Huan tapped his own lips. “Kiss—me—”
Lin Bozhou seemed to laugh. The emotion in his eyes became more complicated as he opened his lips and called the youth, “Drunkard.”
It turned out that not only did Meng Huan’s head become muddled when drunk, but he also had some strange habits, such as being particularly sticky.
Meng Huan lifted up the hem of his robes and seemed to want to sit on his lap. Lin Bozhou held him by the shoulder and pushed the youth away. “Huan Huan, you can’t do this.”
“Noooo…, no.” Meng Huan pressed against him anxiously. “I want a kiss; I want kisses.”
There was no way to reason with a drunkard.
Lin Bozhou ground his teeth lightly. After a brief pondering, he ordered, “Someone come and drag madam away.”
The attendants answered with “Understood” and came forward, got on their knees, and pulled Meng Huan’s arm. But the youth continued to place messy kisses on Lin Bozhou’s lips, then he moved closer and kissed the man’s cheeks. With his hot breath, he kissed Lin Bozhou from his jaw to the tip of his nose, then his thin eyelids.
Lin Bozhou paused inadvertently, and the two attendants also stopped.
Meng Huan carefully kissed his eyelids again and again before he whispered, “Baby.”
“…”
Pre-edited version:
The voice was cute and meek.
Lin Bozhou slowly raised his eyebrows.
He was a little surprised. He didn’t expect drunk Meng Huan to not be as distant as when he was sober and instead be so clingy and cute.
The clingy and cute Meng Huan rubbed his forehead, tugged at his own clothes with both hands, muttered softly, and then pulled the clothes hard, revealing his pale shoulders flushed red, and muttered, “Hubby, it’s so hot.”
“…”
This was a carriage driving on the thoroughfare. The attendants and the coachman were just a few steps away and could hear everything clearly. Lin Bozhou raised his hand to hold his clothes tighter. “Huan Huan, be good; wait until we get back to take off your clothes.”
But Meng Huan was really hot. His blood was surging and boiling. It was not just ordinary heat but also had an indescribably strange intensity. With a blushing face, he lay down in Lin Bozhou’s arms, subdued for a short time. “Then I’ll take them off when we’re back… but I’m really hot.”
And with how cold Lin Bozhou’s body was. Meng Huan gently moved his forehead forward and pressed it against his forehead as if absorbing the coolness, pursing his lips and making a “huhu~” sound.
Such an intimate gesture made Lin Bozhou raise his eyelids slightly and look into Meng Huan’s eyes.
The young man’s eyes were blurred and foggy, and hot air mixed with the smell of alcohol fell on his lips. His whole face was flushed, and the hot tide seemed to be torturing him until he couldn’t bear it. “Hubby, it’s so hot, so hot…”
While moaning and groaning, he still didn’t forget to act coquettish, like a piece of sweet cake that was about to melt on him.
In an inelegant position, Lin Bozhou stretched out his hand to set the youth upright. He appeared calm, but as soon as his hand came in contact with Meng Huan’s shoulder, his eyes suddenly darkened, and then his lips were gingerly licked.
“Mm…”
Meng Huan began to kiss him.
In his mind, this was his hubby, his extremely intimate husband, so what was there he couldn’t do? He kissed Lin Bozhou’s cold lips and immediately found relief as the heat dissipated, feeling a lot more comfortable. Then he turned his face, pressing his lips fully against the thin, cold lips.
“…” Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes, attempting to dodge. “Huan Huan—”
“Yes, yes, hubby, hubby, Huan Huan is here~” Meng Huan chirped in response, pecking and kissing Lin Bozhou’s lips unrelentingly. A smile for each kiss, with two smiling eyes.
For a moment, Lin Bozhou was at a loss on how to handle this, as he frowned and remained silent for a while.
On the carriage, the two servants who served Lin Bozhou had their eyes downcast. They kept their eyes and their noses pointed at the road, pretending to see nothing as cold sweat ran down their foreheads.
we would be really deprived by river crabs!! thank you teo & team for bringing us the previous version
I’m so curious as to what’s gonna happen next!! Hopefully Meng Huan will forget about this and not die of embarassment!
I hope he realizes from this that he won’t be killed for just anything. If he got away with being this improper then what can he not get away with 👀👀
You’re right! 🤭
Hahaha he’s too cute! I hope Mister Prince Regent finds out his wife was there to clear up his own confusion about the letters. I don’t think he liked the two who were supposed to be his friends, either.
This book is so sweet, I can’t-
Thank you for your translation 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛
Thank you for the update ❤️💯
He will want to die when he finds out what he did QAQ
Thank You for the new chapter ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡
So sticky, so embarrassing…. Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Clingy and coquettish huanhuan is the best~~ the regent will surely crumble now 😂
Oof, Huan Huan gets himself in near-death situations with Lin Bozhou quite a lot and he will never realize. You go dude!
Thanks for the chapter!
So embarrasing but so sweet (〃´ﾉω`〃)
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