Translator: ChiFu
“Take a bath.”
Mu Zhan wore a smile as he pulled the person to the pool.
Wen Mingyu: “… Washing together?”
Mu Zhan cocked a brow. The answer was self-explanatory, as if he were silently saying, It’s not like we hadn’t washed together before.
That time, Mu Zhan bit the back of his neck and temporarily marked him. He wasn’t able to recall much because he was all dizzy behind him and didn’t really have any impressions. On the contrary, not long ago, Mu Zhan, in the name of acting the villain role, offered him a back rub massage. So, it could almost be considered washing together.
He didn’t seem to be resistant about it, either.
That’s it, then. It felt a little quick, and it ought to be… just a straightforward bath, right?
Wen Mingyu licked his lips unintentionally, a little nervous.
“What are you thinking?”
Mu Zhan turned to face him, his lips curving into a smile.
Wen Mingyu shook his head sharply. “I’m not thinking.”
With his quick denial, though, he just exposed himself more.
Wen Minyu felt so much sorrow that he wanted to bite his tongue. Didn’t this just indicate that he was thinking something shameful?
Mu Zhan’s smile widened, and he looked like a dangerous perv in someone’s eyes.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but tremble as he nervously took off his clothes, nervously entered the pool, and nervously washed himse—nothing happened, surprisingly?
Mu Zhan appeared to have discovered this little bit of loss he had covered up and extended his hands to embrace the man, “Want to?”
Wen Mingyu instead hesitated when he heard the question. He still remembered Mu Zhan’s dragon horns. Would there probably be two, then…?
He subconsciously cast a glance at it.
It’s a human number, but that’s certainly not an average human size!
Immediately, thoughts of retreat surged from Wen Mingyu, and he shook his head hastily.
Then, remembering that he shouldn’t let Mu Zhan misunderstand, he explained, “It’s not that I don’t want to. I think… some mental preparation is necessary.”
Near the end of the sentence, his voice even sounded a touch heavy.
When it comes to someone you like, how could you not want to? There would undoubtedly be some indescribable thoughts and impulses, but, but this… He didn’t want to die first before he could experience the sweet bliss of dating!
He had never before looked forward to the onset of his heat so eagerly as he did now.
No matter what, there wouldn’t be a problem if it were during that period.
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Realizing he was a bit too eager and shameful, Wen Mingyu quickly pushed the notion to the back of his mind and returned his attention to the bath. Only Mu Zhan was in front of him, and he would have to see it anyhow. Normally hidden by the heavy, layered robes, and now without a cover, the firm, smooth lines of muscles were plainly visible, rippling and tensing with every movement. Water beaded down the skin and merged with the surrounding water before continuing down the dearly dented mermaid lines…
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Mu Zhan spoke softly with a smile, ”Feel free to look. No need to be secretive.”
Wen Mingyu whipped his head and brashly excused it by saying, “Why should I be secretive? You’re my boyfriend!”
Mu Zhan smiled. “Oh, okay, you didn’t secretly look.”
Wen Mingyu blushed. He gave it two more glimpses, then said, “I’m done washing.”
As soon as he went onshore, he dried himself and slipped into his bedclothes.
He had anticipated Mu Zhan following him up, but he didn’t hear any footsteps. When he turned to look, Mu Zhan was still standing in the pool, his eyes boring straight into him. Even through white mist of warm air rising from the hot spring pool, his face becoming a little blurred, he could still clearly see the darkness in Mu Zhan’s eyes.
Mu Zhan was watching him get dressed.
With a jolt, Wen Mingyu shifted, his fingertips unconsciously pressing firmly and pulling at the hem of his dress, scratching out a wrinkle. Despite his body being obviously clothed, he felt more humbling than when he was unclothed. With his arms and legs frozen, he could hardly continue.
In a rapid motion, he bowed his head and drew up the lapels of his robe. Once his belt was cinched, he looked up as if nothing had happened, saying, “Is Your Majesty not coming up yet?”
He has to watch back!
Mu Zhan nodded in response. “Up.”
Wen Mingyu choked for a second, feeling a little out of sorts. How could he think of everything in a certain direction?
He attempted to extricate himself from his outrageously wayward thoughts and watched Mu Zhan mutely. So many times before, it had always been Mu Zhan who was fully and neatly dressed, and the stark contrast with him made him uncomfortable. This time, he was going to let Mu Zhan experience it as well.
His arms folded and clasped to his chest, he purposefully watched Mu Zhan with the whimsical eyes of someone admiring a beauty in the bath.
Mu Zhan made his way over to the pool’s edge. His body broke the water’s surface as he braced his hand on the jade stone. As innumerable water beads rolled down, he revealed himself candidly. A pair of long and slender legs stood on the shore, and they moved slowly toward Wen Mingyu.
He didn’t care about being seen at all; rather, he preferred to have Wen Mingyu’s gaze glued to him all the time.
He graciously slipped on his bed clothes slowly, without a shred of discomfort on his face. Wen Mingyu was left with no sense of accomplishment and a purpose that had been entirely unmet. However, it had to be said that Mu Zhan’s figure was really well-built and extremely a sight for sore eyes.
Once he was dressed, they returned to the hallway together and prepared for bed.
In the past, two people sharing the same bed ought to have been quite a familiar and ordinary thing, but Wen Mingyu completely felt different. He was indescribably happy and enthusiastic, and despite lying down, he had no desire to sleep.
He shrank under the brocade quilt, his round eyes fixed on the bed curtains above his head, then soon drifted back to Mu Zhan. Mu Zhan took him into his arms, bowed his head, and kissed him. “Don’t make me wait too long.”
From the start of his confession, Mu Zhan virtually always referred to himself as “I” rather than “this one”. It was as though in front of Wen Mingyu, there stood only an ordinary man who had discarded his status and was eager to pay court.
Wen Mingyu froze and licked his lips. Was he referring to marriage, or permanent marking?
He looked at Mu Zhan.
It felt like both.
Wen Mingyu had a headache but nodded stiffly with a bold face. In the back of his mind, he knew that he should slow down and not go too fast, but he was afraid that he might not be able to hold on.
Wen Mingyu also wrapped his arms around Mu Zhan’s waist, burying his face in his chest.
He had to say that after confessing their love to each other, the mood was really wonderful. It was normal and proper to take these private displays for granted. This is my boyfriend! No one but me could hug him!
Wen Mingyu repeatedly nudged against Mu Zhan’s chest out of a sense of pride. His face was directly plastered on Mu Zhan’s pectoral muscles. It was both hard and soft. I must admit, it’s quite cozy…
He kept his head bowed, failing to notice that Mu Zhan’s expression had become somewhat delicate.
Wen Mingyu hugged Mu Zhan tightly. Surrounded by the familiar mellow scent of wine, it made one feel very comforted and at ease. Slowly, he shut his eyes and fell asleep.
When he heard his rhythmic breathing and knew he was asleep, Mu Zhan relaxed his body and took a deep sigh of relief. He honestly couldn’t guarantee that he would be able to hold it in if he rubbed himself against him any more.
Wen Mingyu was like a soft and sweet ball of sticky pasty, which one would love to swallow in one bite. Now that everything had been shouted out loud and clear, his smile, which was bright and unintentionally mischievous before, was even more nectar-like and beckoning now.
Mu Zhan cupped the back of Wen Mingyu’s neck and gently kneaded it.
The person in his arms shuddered, whimpered lowly, and crawled into his arms to hide.
Mu Zhan lowered his head and, as if he were hooked, inhaled the heady, fruity scent. He stared at the young man for a long time before finally easing off to slumber as well.
The next day.
The palace servants didn’t arrive to wake them up, having been ordered to do so by His Majesty.
Wen Mingyu thus slept until he woke up on his own. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Mu Zhan’s handsome face. He had one hand supporting his chin, his eyes clear, and was simply watching him. How long he had been watching him was unknown.
“Do you remember what you said the previous evening?” Mu Zhan asked.
Wen Mingyu had just awoken, a little dazed. He was greeted with a visual blow. He couldn’t sober himself for a moment. Blinking his eyes, he stared at him blankly.
Mu Zhan’s face then sulked with every passing inch, inexplicably looking like his feelings were being toyed with by scum.
After eventually regaining his senses and realizing what he was speaking about, Wen Mingyu straight away smiled and said, “I like you.”
His brows were arched, and he was as warm as the early morning sun.
When Mu Zhan heard his desired response, his blackened face immediately softened. Last night’s events were not a dream or a figment of his imagination.
But Wen Mingyu was a little unsatisfied. “You thought I lied to you? Clearly, I was much more sincere in my confession than you were. Consider what you said yourself.”
Devour you.
Mu Zhan’s demeanor remained unchanged, apparently not perceiving any issue with his words.
Wen Mingyu saw it, and his head was full of questions. “Are you really going to turn like one of those animals that become terribly depressed and then eat me if I reject you?”
Without positively responding, Mu Zhan said, “Anyway, I will still eat in the end.”
Wen Mingyu went rigid. He understood all of a sudden that this eating, should be another way of eating.
His ears reddened.
Wen Mingy became a sheep in wolf’s clothing. “The animal kingdom also has animals who have been eaten by their woo-ed!”
Mu Zhan did not react and merely looked at him with a smile. The expression on his face was almost as if he were inviting him: ‘You are welcome to come and eat me’.
Wen Mingyu: “……”
Only then did he find that Mu Zhan’s face was really thick, and he was unable to put up a fight.
He simply got out of bed, washed and dressed, and ate breakfast.
After breakfast, Mu Zhan had some matters to attend to. But not wanting to be apart from Wen Mingyu, he simply carried the young man to sit on his lap, hugging his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder.
Wen Mingyu: “…?”
Using him as a pillow?
He didn’t dislike it. It’s just then that he couldn’t do his own thing.
Wen Mingyu thought that his confession yesterday was insufficient and that he didn’t convey the full extent of his emotions towards Mu Zhan. And he believed it was necessary, despite them already being together.
They said that if one was concerned they couldn’t express themselves properly, then write it as if it were a love letter.
In the future, a love letter would be seen as a rather old-fashioned practice. However, cheesy as it was, one would have to admit that such vintage things had a special power. A single stroke, handwritten, could convey one’s emotions in the purest and most unambiguous way, creating an incomparable sensation of romance and tenderness. This was something that the most advanced technological products could never replace.
And it was only in this era that this approach was more prevalent, and Mu Zhan could feel his sincerity more.
Upon waking up and hearing Mu Zhan ask that question, it was enough to see that Mu Zhan was not yet fully convinced of what he said, as if he were floating in mid-air and lacking any sense of reality. He wanted to impart enough of this sense of reality to Mu Zhan.
He could think of nothing more fitting than to compose a love poem.
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The author has something to say: You may not believe me when I say that I want to steal the wife from the dog emperor as I write… He is so virtuous and capable…!
(Suddenly I remembered that the gong is also my son hhhh)
The main characters will be written as extra mushy when they get together. After the flirty period, you will be sweet to the teeth! The permanent mark is coming! The marriage will also happen soon =3=
Welp, we can throw Mu Zhan out of the tyrant circle now; he’s welcome to join the circle of besotted rulers, clap clap clap.
ChiFu: If you haven’t seen ChiFu’s announcement in discord: I will now be dropping an update every two weeks! I hope for your patience and understanding as always. Thank you!
I feel like everyone was throwing rainbow farts in the last chapter haha thank you everyone! Let’s do our best until the end!
To think that our rabbit is very forward with his desires, how delightful! XD
I need to see their babies smhhjfhsibfuejsjks
Tysm for the chapter
+1 Me too!!!
thank you for the chapter! the author is so relatable LOL, I want to steal Wen Mingyu away too 🫡
The author better deliver and give me tooth-achingly sweet scenes!! >A<
Wen Mingyu has a slight advantage if chooses – he knows how to soothe Mu Zhan with his pheromones. It’s sweet that he’s going to use his words instead though. He seems to be inspired after staring at his boyfriend in the bath 😄
Thanks for the sweet update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
Sweet, sweet, sweet! ♡(> ਊ <)♡
Thank You for the new chapter ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)
Real mates!!!!!
Thank you for your translation ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
Thanks for the chapter
My babies are so flirty with each other after confessing hfhfh cries in single dog
Thank you for the update ❤️💯