The Emperor’s Favorite Imperial Concubine is an OCh57.2 - Lovey-dovey (2)

Translator: ChiFu

Thus, Wen Mingyu walked behind Mu Zhan and squeezed his shoulders. Although he was not as skilled as a professional, it was still done decently. After all, he had assisted the headmaster in applying pressure to his shoulders before, had some experience in knowing where to press to ease the sore muscles more, and would feel much more comfortable afterwards. zhKGib

After a long time of squeezing, Mu Zhan then said good, pulled over his hand, and pressed the man to sit in his arms again. He gently pinched his fingers very smoothly, asking, “Tired?”

Wen Mingyu was a bit amused. It was just a shoulder squeeze, how tired could he get.

Story translated by Chrysanthemum Garden.

Wen Mingyu, however, still pursed his lips. He choked back a giggle and deliberately said, “Tired.”

Then Mu Zhan really pinched his hand and slowly rubbed it. nTqhHr

Wen Mingyu eventually couldn’t help it and collapsed into laughter, his shoulders shaking.

“We’re being silly here, doing this back and forth; it will never end, ahaha.”

When he saw him laughing and crookedly tilting his body, which was about to crash to the side, Mu Zhan reached out and supported him on the back of his waist, pressed hard, and then pushed him back into his arms.

Mu Zhan’s countenance remained unchanged, only his eyes looking at Wen Mingyu had more tenderness.

Following some time spent squeezing each other’s hands, they went for a nap and rested together.

Wen Mingyu wasn’t actually tired. He was just going to accompany Mu Zhan to bed for a while. With deft maneuvering, he slid into Mu Zhan’s arms, looked up, and said, “I have a question for you.”

Mu Zhan: “Ask.”

Wen Mingyu blinked. “Is there something you want?” QVTG0d

Being together, all he wanted was to be with Mu Zhan constantly and see him happy. Not long after he crossed over here, he learned about Mu Zhan’s childhood, and his heart of fear was mixed with a hint of sympathy. His only thought was leaving the palace at that point, but he later changed his mind. As he thought about Mu Zhan’s past, he was filled with heartache and distress, wishing to cross over to the early years to embrace the little Mu Zhan in his arms and keep him from experiencing even a tiny bit of loneliness or sadness.

Mu Zhan froze when he heard this. Because no one would ask him that. It had always been doing just what he should do and what he shouldn’t do. His thoughts and preferences were all irrelevant, and nobody would care.

If someone else had asked, it wouldn’t have tugged at his heart so much.

But this was Wen Mingyu. Y5GbCK

The black, damp eyes met his with an unmistakably bluntness. The mere idea of Wen Mingyu wanting him to be happy without having to do anything, already made him rejoice.

Mu Zhan couldn’t control his mouth curving up, he couldn’t conceal it at all.

With a smile, he pondered, “I want to get married.”

Wen Mingyu paused, a little hesitant. “This… apart from this?” 8p14VJ

Mu Zhan pursed his lips deliberately, wearing a bit of disappointment, and added, “Marital intimacy.”

Wen Mingyu blushed in a heartbeat and coughed in shock. It’s not that they couldn’t talk about these topics. It’s just that when he heard it used so frankly in broad daylight, coupled with Mu Zhan’s low-pitched voice, his brain couldn’t help but wander a lot.

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Mu Zhan seemed to notice, smiled, and smoothly switched euphemisms. “A happy reunion between fish and water; clouds uniting with the rain in Mount Wu; the inverted phoenix; and the bridal chamber adorned with candles—is it okay to want these?” G7qOrP

And these.

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Wen Mingyu felt like he was about to vanish in an instant.

Obviously, he only intended to ask Mu Zhan a question. How it backfired, he got his own heart pounding furiously. FgaZSB

Wen Mingyu lowered his head and buried it in Mu Zhan’s arms, his voice was subdued to a low level, and he was clearly blushing somewhat from shyness. “…Sleep.”

Instead, Mu Zhan stifled a laugh and asked, “Wasn’t it you who asked me what I wanted first? Merely asking and not giving it to me?

Naturally, Wen Mingyu realized it was deliberate and couldn’t help opening his mouth and biting him. Though the bite wasn’t very strong, Mu Zhan let out a muted grunt as his body shrunk and bent over.

Wen Mingyu didn’t think he would react that strongly and hastily remedied the situation by giving him a couple of touches. It had little effect, however. It could be seen that Mu Zhan’s eyes turned even redder. mNu2bQ

Moreover, he detected the agitation of Mu Zhan’s pheromones and the heightened wine scent. Believing that he was indeed in great pain, he quickly released his own pheromones to pacify Mu Zhan and even attempted to summon the imperial physician over.

But Mu Zhan’s hand became firmer, forcing the man into his arms and stopping him from leaving.

Wen Mingyu felt Mu Zhan rest his chin on top of his head, and a soft “don’t worry” followed.

He opened his mouth to say something, but then stiffened at the overly raspy tone… lUNkK3

Wen Mingyu behaved right away, lying still, especially his two legs, which had never been so submissive before. He used to sleep in a not-so-peaceful position, and like an octopus, he would tightly cling to Mu Zhan with his hands and feet in a matter of seconds.

Wen Mingyu accompanied Mu Zhan to sleep for half an hour. Although his questions earlier were left unanswered, Mu Zhan appeared to have discovered the secret to the solution and, from time to time, came to urge marriage.

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Wen Mingyu, at first, used to reply, “Wait a little longer,” but eventually he learned to ignore him.

Mu Zhan would alter his strategy, keeping the questions hidden, and as much as he wanted to get married for real, he also desired to tease Wen Mingyu. mrleX0

Mu Zhan handed him dishes to eat with during the meal.

“Roast chicken for you?”

“For me!”

“Meat, do you want it?” ok8UZR

“Want!”

“How about marriage?”

“Sure!”

Wen Mingyu ate enthusiastically, responded habitually, and only then, sluggishly, comprehended what he had said. He looked up to see the handsome and cheerful face of Mu Zhan, who said unhurriedly, “You agreed.” HnRpy6

Wen Mingyu had a ‘you cheated’ yet helpless look on his face. “I take it back. It doesn’t count.”

Mu Zhan didn’t care and grabbed a piece of meat and ate it, with an air of ‘it doesn’t matter. I’ll ask again tomorrow’.

What could Wen Mingyu say. What bad thoughts could a great beauty possibly have? It was just a little wish, that’s all.

He glanced at Mu Zhan before carrying on with his meal. There was a piece of spare rib in the bowl, and the gravy was creamy and cooked to perfection. After the meat was gnawed, he also found himself holding the bone and sucking on it for a while. UtMwqz

Mu Zhan’s gaze stopped on him as he watched him eat. Wen Mingyu beautifully nibbled for a while, felt the line of sight, looked up suspiciously, and unconsciously licked his lips.

Mu Zhan became increasingly silent.

After some time, Wen Mingyu sensed something, put the bone down quietly, and moved on to another dish. Then, he unintentionally looked over to Mu Zhan’s side and noticed that he happened to clip a mouthful of rice and bring it into his mouth. The glutinous white rice disappeared, and the tips of the chopsticks rested against the seam of his lips before he took it out once more. Even though it was just a short two seconds, Wen Mingyu couldn’t help but stare fixedly at Mu Zhan’s light-colored, thin lips. Unconsciously, he recalled the gentle pressure and the sensation of kissing them.

Wen Mingyu felt something was wrong with him. qrWd8f

But on second thought, it made sense that people doing intimate acts with someone they cherish would be pleasurable, and there was also the joy of sitting down to a meal with two people like what they were doing now, chatting about meaningless mundane topics.

Wen Mingyu felt glee in his heart and couldn’t hold back from grinning.

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Two days later, Wen Mingyu revised some characters in the poem he had thought of in his mind, recited it several times, and made additional changes again before he was finally pleased with it. He then found a time to write it down very meticulously.

There was an unprecedented sincerity in each stroke of his writing brush. 1Uoxvi

The pithy handwriting was clean and full of vim, and the sincere and passionate feelings were all incorporated in these verses.

Until the very last stroke.

Wen Mingyu exhaled deeply in relief. There was a hint of nervous sweat on the hand that held the brush.

Setting down the brush, he let the ink gently dry before turning to the rice paper and mentally reading the poem again. Then, quietly, he stood still and observed. BFaJfq

The writing on the paper was decent enough. Nevertheless, he wasn’t entirely pleased with it and debated whether to rewrite it.

And just then, Mu Zhan walked over.

Wen Mingyu’s reaction was a little delayed as he pondered things. As someone approached, it was too late to conceal it, so all he could do was try to block and cover it with his own body.

“What is it that you can’t show me?” Mu Zhan squinted his eyes slightly. 50AdnW

Wen Mingyu shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Mu Zhan faked a sigh of sorrow.

Wen Mingyu found himself in a tight spot in an instant. He was tangled for a while, but finally, as Mu Zhan wished, he moved aside and showed him a full view.

“It was written for you. I had intended to wrap it up and give it to you in a more formal manner.” egsqHx

Mu Zhan had long sensed that Wen Mingyu was out of sorts these past two days. He seemed to be secretly working on something, but he hadn’t expected that it would be a gift for him.

Reaching out, he picked up the piece of rice paper and carefully read it. A few short verses of the poem could be read quickly, yet Mu Zhan continued to stare at it without moving, as if he planned to read it a thousand times before he was willing to stop.

After giving the poem he personally wrote, he was a little bashful and worried in his heart. But out of curiosity about Mu Zhan’s reaction, instead of shying away, he turned to face Mu Zhan with a flush.

But for a long time, Mu Zhan didn’t say anything. ARuVgM

He was both confused and perturbed. Was it written poorly? In the poem, he put his most wanted phrases, if Mu Zhan didn’t like it…

Somehow, at a loss, Wen Mingyu subconsciously tried to take the poem back.

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But Mu Zhan was ahead of him and put the paper back on the tabletop, and then, seemingly no longer able to restrain himself, he swiftly grabbed Wen Mingyu by the waist, hoisted him up, and placed him on the opposite side of the table. He leaned down and cornered him as he cupped his chin and planted a firm kiss on his lips, forcefully and vehemently. That irresistible and desperate offense was simply him wanting to swallow Wen Mingyu in one gulp.

Wen Mingyu was lying on the table, the back of his head padded with a hand. He didn’t feel pain, but the unexpected kisses left him stunned and breathless. His eyes were gleaming with blurred tears, his lashes fluttered slightly, and a faint blush crept its way to the tail of his eyes, as though he had been severely bullied. All he could do was helplessly whimper and tremble, so dulcet and pitiful. zDZXun

Having his breath snatched away, Wen Mingyu, dazed, was kissed to the point of being oxygen deprived. Mu Zhan then gently held Wen Mingyu’s face and guided him to breathe with his mouth open for a while. He pecked little kisses at the corner of his mouth, waiting for his breathing to become smoother before kissing him again. Their lips and tongues entwined and pressed so closely together that it appeared that as long as they parted for a second, he would die of thirst like a fish in the desert.

He didn’t know how long it took before they slowly parted, their lips a slippery, glistening mess. Mu Zhan rubbed the corner of Wen Mingyu’s lips. Because he kissed him for too long, it was a bit swollen, turning into a scarlet blush. His mouth was slightly agape, breathing out a fruity-sweet flavor and also some warm breath; they resembled two petals drenched in water.

Mu Zhan used his fingers to wipe off the residual liquid at the corners of his mouth and then sent it to his own mouth, not caring at all, not to mention that he had already eaten a good deal just now. Wen Mingyu’s body radiated a rich, fruity scent, and his whole person was sweet in every way. Even the juices, when he tasted them, seemed to carry a sweet and creamy scent, making him thirsty for more.

Still dazed and confused, Wen Mingyu lay weakly on the table, his chest heaving violently, his face as red as a drunkard, and his belt and lapels somewhat disheveled. He didn’t expect that the love poem he had given would make Mu Zhan act like a madman. 8rg27K

At this point, Mu Zhan had finally cooled down a bit, but his emotions were still very intense, and his eyes were still slightly red. He bent his head and gave Wen Mingyu a light kiss, slowly saying, “I like it, like it a lot.”

That was the exact message of the love poem.

It contained all that Wen Mingyu wished to express.

He saw it all, and he felt it clearly. cGZ7Tm

It was the most wonderful gift he had ever received in his life.

Wen Mingyu lifted his hand and hugged his neck. He said hoarsely, “It’s not just this poem, I will give you more and better things in the future.”

I regret not being a part of your past. Still, I want to be with you on the road ahead.

Mu Zhan’s mouth curled up at the corner, revealing an incredibly soft grin. He answered quietly, “Good.” 8Hycs9

Wen Mingyu’s long eyelashes fluttered weakly, as if he were a bit embarrassed. He shifted his eyes away but soon returned them, staring at Mu Zhan with direct, sincere eyes. Very seriously, he declared, “I want to marry you.”

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