After a long time, Cen Yelan lay down beside Yuan Zheng. The night was long, and only the breathing of the two of them could be heard in the huge bedchamber. Yuan Zheng listened to Cen Yelan’s breathing gradually becoming steady before opening his eyes. There were palace lanterns in the hall, and night pearls were embedded on the wall. The lights were dim, and through the bright yellow curtains, there was a vague feeling of haziness.
Yuan Zheng didn’t turn around until Cen Yelan fell asleep and looked at Cen Yelan without blinking.
Yuan Zheng hadn’t had a peaceful sleep for a long time already.
After Yuan Zheng returned to the capital, he always dreamed of his emperor father lying on the dragon bed, the bed was full of blood, and there were man-eating monsters all around him. He could only watch helplessly and then woke up from the nightmare again and again. Later, he ascended the throne and became the emperor. He sat on the dragon chair and lay on the dragon bed, but it became more and more difficult to fall asleep. The bizarre dreams made Yuan Zheng wake up in cold sweats, tossing and turning, and staying awake until dawn.
Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan and felt that he could never get tired of looking at him. He wished he could hide this person in his heart, as if if he embedded him in his heart, he would be alive again.
There was a clepsydra in the hall, and the sound of water dripping prolonged the long and silent night. Yuan Zheng fell into a deep sleep at midnight.
The next day, when Cen Yelan woke up, he found an arm tightly wrapped around his waist and a leg wrapped him from underneath as well, it was a possessive posture.
Cen Yelan was dazed for a moment, not knowing whether it was a dream or reality. He vaguely remembered that Yuan Zheng liked to cling to him like this. When they were on the northern border, they slept on the same bed after making love. Yuan Zheng was as clingy as a big dog. In the dead of winter, his body was as hot as a stove, which could wake him up. He pushed him away impatiently, but Yuan Zheng was shameless and clung to him again. If he scolded him when he was half asleep, the boy would even dare to come up to cover his mouth and mumble that he was sleepy.
Cen Yelan’s gaze slowly fell on Yuan Zheng’s tightly furrowed brow, and he instinctively reached out, barely touching it, and suddenly regained consciousness. His fingers paused unnaturally. Yuan Zheng seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, his lips were tightly pursed, his eyebrows were twisted into a 川, and all the muscles in his body were tense.
Did he have a nightmare? Cen Yelan hesitated for a moment, patted Yuan Zheng’s back gently, and whispered, “Yuan Zheng?”
The next moment, Yuan Zheng opened his eyes, and his arm that was pinching Cen Yelan’s waist suddenly tightened, with a confused look of vigilance and ferocity on his face. Cen Yelan frowned but said nothing while watching Yuan Zheng’s gaze gradually focus on his face. As if waking up from a dream, his whole body slowly relaxed.
Cen Yelan’s heart trembled slightly, and then Yuan Zheng smiled and leaned over, rubbing against his forehead. His voice was hoarse, “Ah Lan.”
Cen Yelan still remembered the expression on Yuan Zheng’s face after the disaster, and inexplicably, he responded with a sound without pushing Yuan Zheng away.
Yuan Zheng called out again, “Ah Lan.”
“En?” Cen Yelan reacted only after he responded. He was a little annoyed and said indifferently, “Are you calling for the soul?”
Yuan Zheng smiled softly and whispered in his ear, “En, calling for the soul, isn’t General Cen my soul?”
“……” Cen Yelan’s ears suddenly turned red. He pretended to be calm and said, “Nonsense!” He pushed Yuan Zheng away and said, “It’s almost time for the morning court, you—”
Before he could finish his words, Yuan Zheng suddenly kissed him. Cen Yelan was caught off guard and was stunned. He immediately turned his face away. Yuan Zheng took the opportunity to kiss his neck and said, “General Cen, don’t you think you look like Zhen’s empress? A newlywed urges Zhen to attend the morning court, huh?”
The more he spoke, the hotter his heart became, as if his general had really already become his empress. They were open and aboveboard, their love was open to the world and in front of everyone. They didn’t need to hide it anymore, and they were not afraid of the barriers of the world or worldly rumors. Yuan Zheng’s heart beat like a drum, and his breath became hot. The two were too close, and Cen Yelan immediately felt the thing pressing against him. The young man’s desire was surging, it was hot and hard.
Cen Yelan opened his eyes wide, exerted force on his hands, pushed Yuan Zheng away, and said, “Stop being mischievous.”
“Mischievous?” Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan as if he was avoiding snakes, his face darkened, he grabbed Cen Yelan’s wrist and pulled it, leaned forward, and pressed on him again. “When have I ever been mischievous?”
Cen Yelan groaned. He was already pregnant and felt guilty, so he didn’t dare to get close to Yuan Zheng. But the more he refused, the more unwilling Yuan Zheng became. The two of them started fighting on the bed, and the bed made faint sounds. In the end, Yuan Zheng grabbed Cen Yelan’s wrists and pressed him on the bed, panting slightly, and said lightly, “Why are you hiding, huh?”
“Ah Lan, what have we not done between you and me?” Lust and unwillingness were like a raging fire, burning Yuan Zheng’s suppressed passion to the point of boiling over, and he wished he could eat Cen Yelan alive. His words were full of vigor, and Cen Yelan struggled, then gave in and said, “Yuan Zheng, let me go first.”
Yuan Zheng held him even tighter, lowered his head and rubbed his nose, and vaguely said, “I won’t.”
His eyes wandered over the slender neck, the delicate collarbone and the tightly buttoned collar, hiding the good skin that he had kissed and tasted and only belonged to him. Yuan Zheng’s adam apple moved, like a greedy and hungry beast, returning to its old place, nostalgically examining its own territory.
Cen Yelan’s heart was trembling. Yuan Zheng’s gaze and breathing were more unbearable than his movements. He tried to reason with him, “Ah Zheng, it’s morning—”
Before he finished speaking, he gasped. Yuan Zheng bit his adam apple in revenge and said unhappily, “When can you think about me more?” The arrow was already on the string, so he simply ignored it. Yuan Zheng’s actions were wanton, and he would not allow Cen Yelan to say anything he didn’t like to hear and directly blocked his mouth. Cen Yelan struggled hard, pushing with the tip of his tongue, and even tried to bite him, but he didn’t expect that he bit out the fierceness and self-centeredness in Yuan Zheng’s bones. Yuan Zheng pushed his legs apart, pushed him from below, and directly pinched Cen Yelan’s chin and kissed him hard, his mouth and throat seemed to have become a battlefield.
Cen Yelan was completely overwhelmed. This was not the first time for them to make love. While his mind was still resisting, his body had already been aroused. They had not made love for several months. They were both young, and their desires could not withstand the temptation. It was like a spark licking a dead tree, it was unstoppable once ignited.
Cen Yelan was panting heavily, but he was still a little clear-headed. When Yuan Zheng’s hand reached into his clothes, he became even more panicked. His foot touched the discarded jade pillow. He kicked it, and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.
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Yuan Zheng didn’t expect Cen Yelan to be so sensitive. The tip of his tongue touched his canine teeth, and his mouth became even drier. He licked the small mole under Cen Yelan’s eye and whispered, “Cen Yelan, if you say you like it—”
Yuan Zheng thought, If he could just get a word of liking from Cen Yelan, he would even want to give his life to him.
Cen Yelan’s breath was hot, and his cold eyes lost their edge, like warm spring water, vivid and lively. Yuan Zheng’s low and hoarse voice entered his ears, like a feather, scratching his heart, making him feel itchy and soft, and his muscles and bones softened.
He said, If you say you like it—Yuan Zheng is so persistent in his like. Cen Yelan wondered in a daze, Is his like so rare? Is it worth Yuan Zheng’s constant remembrance?
