Wen Mingyu was held by Mu Zhan as he hurried back to the Xing Palace on his horse. Throughout the road, he didn’t speak a word, and after getting off the horse, he carried Wen Mingyu back to the bedchamber without letting him even have a chance to walk on his own.
Wen Mingyu was being carried back by Mu Zhan as the palace servants quickly saluted His Majesty. Seeing this, they assumed he had been injured and urgently attempted to contact the imperial physician. However, Mu Zhan issued a firm command for everyone to stand watch outside the hall.
Their hearts were filled with worry as they were compelled to do nothing except watch as Mu Zhan brought the individual inside the bedchamber.
When Mu Zhan stepped into the chamber, he walked directly to the bed and dumped Wen Mingyu on it.
After landing, Wen Mingyu felt lightheaded. He couldn’t open his eyes to look at Mu Zhan, who had shed all the composure he had earlier displayed. His countenance was morose. All of that was a cover to keep his emotions in check. He simply awaited his return so he could discipline him.
Wen Mingyu, too intimidated, made an effort to defend himself. But Mu Zhan was faster; he reached out and took both of his wrists, crossed them, and lifted them above his head while pinning him to the bed. Then, Wen Mingyu’s legs were pushed down so that he could not move, and he was engulfed in the shadow of Mu Zhan.
Wen Mingyu: “…!!!”
This is a fatal posture!
However…it appeared to be dangerous in a different way, not like eating the prey?
Mu Zhan’s other hand was on his waistband, and as he yanked hard, the lapel slipped down, exposing his clavicle and a wide patch of his white skin.
During the tussle, Wen Mingyu’s hair had become unkempt and had scattered underneath him. His eyes were teary, and his face was stained with a lovely crimson color that was still advancing below his neck. His silky rabbit ears drooped and trembled piteously to the side of his face.
As of yet, nothing has been done, yet it appears as though something has already been done.
Wen Mingyu may not realize it, but the more he resisted, the richer the pheromone smell on his body became, which had a lethal temptation for the Alpha in front of him. Mu Zhan’s intention was first to reprimand him, to give him a lesson so that he would not have the guts to try escaping in the future.
He was finding it more challenging, however, to keep things under control. As though he had been plied with wine, the heated blood surged directly to his head. His mouth felt parched, and his tongue was scorching; his breathing was labored, and his thoughts were chaotic.
Mu Zhan made no attempt to hold back. He stared at Wen Mingyu’s soft, reddish lips and lowered his head, pressing a kiss on them. As if he were not content with a mild brush, the tip of his tongue dove in and licked over the lip, splitting apart the teeth and deeply interweaving, driving Wen Mingyu to plunge with him.
The pheromones of the two intermingled and were soaked inside the bedspread, as if deriving a new fragrance that traveled through the air like an erotic, spellbinding incense.
Amidst the kiss, Wen Mingyu was soft and gooey from head to toe. His chest sank and rose vehemently. He was gasping repeatedly, as if he were being smothered. Mu Zhan realized this and just managed to regain his sanity, stepping back a little to allow him to breathe again. He then switched to nibbling at the side of his throat. The lapels were spread wide, and the meticulous and finely woven kisses cascaded down in a steady stream.
Wen Mingyu lay lifeless on the bed, his eyes dazed and watery as though he had been kissed out of existence, unable to recover his wits for a while. Mu Zhan squeezed his rabbit ears, which caused him to twitch. Once his eyes focused, they blazed with panic and hopelessness—and with a pop, he vanished beneath Mu Zhan, transforming into a snow-white rabbit with drooping ears.
It had a docile and guileless appearance and clever cerulean eyes.
With an empty hand, Mu Zhan gazed at the rabbit in front of him. His eyes squinted dangerously, and he gritted his teeth.
“Go back.”
Shivers ran down its spine as it heard the chilly voice.
Wen Mingyu shook his head, unwavering. He was foolish in his human form; only in his rabbit form was he protected.
Mu Zhan leaned back and chuckled, catching the small rabbit in his palm. “You think this one can’t do anything with you looking like this?”
Wen Mingyu put on a brave face and hardened his scalp while remaining silent.
Mu Zhan then seized the rabbit and thoroughly rubbed it from the sole of the foot to the top of the head, not sparing any corners.
Wen Mingyu writhed in his palm, almost becoming a pool of water.
But Mu Zhan had no intention of letting him off the hook. After the first time, he moved on to the second time, then the third time…
Wen Mingyu was nearly bonkers. How could this Alpha be so cruel? He may as well have devoured him and had a nice time with him.
The miniature lop-eared rabbit stretched out its paws and clutched Mu Zhan’s fingers, unwilling to let him continue. He grunted furiously in defiance. It was not that he felt unpleasant, but he was overly comfortable. The continual sensation assaulting his body resembled a wave on top of a wave; it was dreadful and had the potential to drive him, the rabbit, insane.
With watery eyes, the snow-white jade rabbit glanced at the man. It emitted a tender, smooth purring sound like a pampered kitten that any normal person would be afraid they couldn’t resist.
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Mu Zhan, however, was not your average person. At this moment, rather, he smiled wickedly, then reached out and put his hand on the lop-eared rabbit’s tummy and took his time to diligently make his way down to pet him. Watching him shiver so much, he returned to stroking his tail.
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He had no idea how long it had lasted, but Mu Zhan eventually stopped. Although Wen Mingyu still trembled every now and then, the whole rabbit was in a poor state.
Mu Zhan’s restrained feelings were alleviated after a good massaging of the fluff, so he resumed the unfinished conversation. “This one didn’t say he would kill you if you were a demon.” He carefully tweaked the drooping ear of the rabbit. “As long as you don’t stray somewhere and be good, this one won’t do anything.”
“And if you’re a demon, then this one is not considered human either.”
Shortly after the words left his lips, two horns like tree limbs sprouted out of nowhere on top of Mu Zhan’s head. They were not what regular people would have, yet they were oddly harmonic on his body, adding to his lofty and imposing bearing.
Wen Mingyu was dumbfounded upon seeing it.
…Deer?
No, it was more like a mythological creature—a dragon.
Wen Mingyu didn’t expect at all that Mu Zhan’s animal form would be a dragon. Normally, some people’s animal forms could be spotted in nature, and such a surreal being was uncommon and unusual, which also indicated that they were immensely powerful.
And, if his memory serves him correctly, dragons seemed to have two of those what…?
Wen Mingyu rejoiced since he had just transformed into a rabbit; otherwise, he would have ended up losing years of his life the first time he found himself in a non-estrus scenario. Generally, inhaling too much of Mu Zhan’s pheromones would make one giddy, let alone deeply marked.
Wen Mingyu was frightened for a second, but his two eyes couldn’t stop peering upwards, curious how a dragon horn felt. Furthermore, he’d read before that certain parts were notoriously vulnerable. Just now, he had been viciously battered by touching; now he must avenge himself.
Hence, Wen Mingyu began to attempt to ascend the ladder.
Since the lop-eared rabbit was hopping toward himself but not walking backwards, Mu Zhan did not stop him. Instead, he let him go and observed what he would do.
Wen Mingyu hopped out of his palm, but his hind legs were still limp. When he leaped onto Mu Zhan’s forearm, he almost lost his footing. It shocked him so badly that he flopped down and fiercely gripped Mu Zhan’s forearm.
Mu Zhan’s other hand came to a halt at his side, preparing to catch him, when he saw him grasping his arm and rising excruciatingly slowly uphill.
In truth, the bed was padded with an excellent soft mattress, so even if Wen Mingyu slipped down, he would not be injured.
After much struggle, Wen Mingyu eventually hopped atop Mu Zhan’s shoulders. He clutched a tuft and crept to the summit of his head, unfurling his roguish claw and paw. He was about to brush up against the dragon’s horns when, out of the blue, it vanished.
… The rabbit with drooping ears instantly became enraged and frowned with rage, discontentedly pawing the top of Mu Zhan’s head with his claw. He fully forgot that he had just gone into a wimpy ball and was scared he would be eaten a moment before.
The lop-eared rabbit grunted twice and was taken down by Mu Zhan and gathered in his palm again.
Wen Minyu was annoyed. How could he reconcile the fact that the chance for a good vengeance had passed him by.
His cheeks swelled up, and his pristine white fluffy fur coat was a bit cooked.
Mu Zhan couldn’t resist poking it.
More poking.
Wen Mingyu ducked but was stabbed again. Finally, he couldn’t take it any longer and bit Mu Zhan’s finger, puffing and gnashing his teeth.
Even those little incisors hurt when they bite. But Mu Zhan had been through far worse suffering, so he couldn’t care less about this subtle ache and instead smirked, thinking Wen Mingyu was being coquettish.
Wen Mingyu gnawed for a time, but the other person didn’t bawl in pain or respond much, so he realized it was pointless and released his jaw.
As a consequence, Mu Zhan, as though pleased, placed his finger yet again on the lop-eared rabbit’s mouth and said, “Go on, kiss more.”
Wen Mingyu was speechless.
Who the fuck is kissing you?! I was chewing! Believe it or not, it’s biting!
You’re insulting me!
No matter how upset Wen Mingyu was bouncing and blowing up, Mu Zhan still inserted his finger into Wen Mingyu’s mouth.
Seeing that he wouldn’t quit cheaply, Wen Mingyu just offered him what he had pleaded for. He whined and opened his mouth to bite him, nibbling at random and coating his entire hand with saliva in an attempt to disgust him to death.
Mu Zhan, on the other hand, didn’t take it to heart and was wreathed in smiles.
Wen Mingyu: …just incensed.
Mu Zhan reached out with fascination, putting his hand under the lop-eared rabbit’s chin and gently scratching it a few times. When Wen Mingyuw was pleasantly touched, he couldn’t stop his instincts from nuzzling against his hand. When he came to, he shuffled back a bit, his wide eyes discreetly sneaking glimpses.
Mu Zhan didn’t appear to be angry, so was this case closed? He won’t punish him anymore, no?
Wen Mingyu breathed a little sigh of relief, realizing that the situation was far better than he had predicted. Mu Zhan was willing to embrace his rabbit form. As for dragons, they should not eat rabbits. If he had known, he would not have run.
He nestled his paws, and his rigid body finally rested a little—but he didn’t realize that when Mu Zhan gazed down at him, the shade of black beneath his eyes was as if the tranquil water of late night held boundless danger.
When he was informed that Wen Mingyu had vanished, Mu Zhna was undoubtedly in a foul mood; his blood raced upwards, but instead of thinking about slaying Wen Mingyu first, he glanced at the thin chain that had been left aside, thinking it was too small. He should have selected a thick, long one and shackled the man to his bed, barring him from leaving.
That was what he concluded when he couldn’t find anyone. But then he noticed his trembling and stressed appearance—and his heart subconsciously changed its choice. Wen Mingyu was too vigilant and timid, or perhaps it was in the nature of rabbits to expose their ears and tails in panic at just one look, then they would run straight away.
Mu Zhan couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d die in bed from shock if he didn’t restrain himself and went a tad too far.
Mu Zhan was baffled as to why. He was so paranoid to chained this person to his side, to ensure that he remained only here. But it was just instinctive to do so, just like today. For his retribution, he taught him a lesson, demonstrating that he should not run.
Wen Mingyu was not only a weak-kneed boy but also had delicate skin and flesh. A small amount of energy could leave him with obvious markings. If a shackle was actually utilized, the wrists and ankles would be pressed with red traces. When Mu Zhan thought of this, he couldn’t stop scowling. He didn’t like the idea of Wen Mingyu having traces other than his own on his body. He would rather do it himself.
If the previous idea fails, you must come up with another form of punishment.
But there was no hurry.
He did have a question now, and he wanted to see how Wen Mingyu would respond.
“You haven’t yet explained how you ended up with a dead spouse,” he said unhurriedly, squeezing the rabbit’s ears.
His words slipped below and landed on the rabbit, who turned into a stone in his hand and then tried to fall to the ground and play dead.
Will this ever end?!
Please leave the children alone!
Wen Mingyu cocked his head and blinked his large, dewy eyes, trying to muddle through.
Mu Zhan seemed to laugh a bit. He watched him trying to be adorable for a long time, and probably feeling he had seen enough, he murmured with great compassion, “Let’s forget about this matter.”
The lop-eared rabbit was ready to exhale a sigh of relief when, less than halfway through, it came to an abrupt stop.
“Let’s talk about the perverted wealthy merchant,” Mu Zhan continued.
Wen Mingyu’s fur puffed out, and his pudgy jiojio started creeping backwards. He had the appearance of someone who couldn’t wait to flee with his property on his back.
“Since this one has already been rapacious and seized you by force, it is absurd not to do something about it.” Mu Zhan cupped his jaw, analyzing the pervert’s code of conduct, and as if distressed, he bemoaned, “What should this one do in this predicament?”
The pawing, lop-eared rabbit flailed and stomped but was easily trapped.
“It’s a pervert now, and bunnies should not be excused.” Mu Zhan studied something intently. He lifted up one of the rabbit’s feet to reveal what he had stashed.
The sensitive and finely crafted blossoms were welcomed by a chilly breeze. The petals crinkled, and the stamens trembled weakly, as if forlorn.
The lop-eared rabbit stiffened and cooed angrily, so enraged that he couldn’t remember being terrified. If he had been human, his face would have been burning and his entire body would have been steaming with smoke.
He looked on and said, “I heard that the palace has many fascinating little toys for entertainment, and the variety is tremendous.” Mu Zhan, unmoved, continued, “This one requested that a box be packed for you, and they are all for your delight; what do you think?”
The lop-eared rabbit immediately knew what he was suggesting; he used to find it thrilling when he read it in novels, but it was a different story when it came to himself. He gave a solid and definitive shake of his head.
But Mu Zhan pretended not to notice. “This one is not asking for your input,” he said tenderly as he caressed his head.
The lop-eared rabbit didn’t imagine that, by merely cooking up some words, he’d dug himself a massive hole. And why should Mu Zhan act like or suit any character when he is the pervert himself, ah. If he really performed it, he’d blow up.
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Regardless, the lop-eared rabbit chose to abstain from voting and laid flat in Mu Zhan’s palm.
Watching him like this, Mu Zhan found it cute and reached out to prod his poofy buttocks.
Wen Mingyu moved to one side, away from his finger
“Want to change back?” Mu Zhan enquired.
Wen Mingyu twitched his nose and turned his head. Whether it was a human or a rabbit, he couldn’t beat this guy. The rabbit would still be captured in his grip and stroked. He looked at Mu Zhan’s pheromones, which were barely steady, paused, and nodded his head.
Thus, the lop-eared rabbit extended his two paws to him, requesting clothing.
Mu Zhan handed him the goose-yellow jacket and skirt, looking baffled.
Wen Mingyu shook his head.
“But this is the only one here, ah.” Mu Zhan remarked softly.
Wouldn’t it be odd if Wen Mingyu believed all those wardrobes were conjured up!
Mu Zhan: “Throw it all away, and it’s empty.”
“Moreover, this is what the little widow wore.”
Wen Mingyu now understood: The Dog Emperor had a vendetta against him for not finding him due to his hiding in a woman’s garment for so long. He was coming for payback.
“This one did not make you wear it.”
Yes, yes, yes.
Wen Mingyu leapt from Mu Zhan’s hand and hauled his clothing into the nest to put them on; expecting Mu Zhan to leave was out of the question.
It was tricky to put on, and because it was barely donned beneath the covers, it was a little sloppy, so Mu Zhan assisted him in tidying it neatly before lifting him up and stating, “Return outdoors in a cloud of dust; go and bathe.”
Wen Mingyu: “…???”
Then why bother making a needless effort to get him dressed, just to have him revert to human form in the bathing pool?
Hot diggity dog!
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That was sooo good! The image of a tiny bunny climbing the emperor’s head and then stomping his little paws on it made my day 😂. Mu Zhan recognizing that both their behavior was instinctive seems to be good for both of them.
Eagerly awaiting your return! Enjoy your break, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
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