AWB Chapter 154 "Then help me."
Chapter 154 "Then help me."
The candle went out, and the room was dark and silent. The only sound was the increasingly heavy breathing, which burned people's ears.
Wen Hemian's sleepiness was immediately dispelled. After quickly realizing what had happened, he froze and dared not move. His eyelashes trembled, and his voice sounded like he was gritting his teeth: "...Xie Lang!"
Wen Hemian is not a fool. Although she had faced Xie Lang's desire for her during their previous intimate kiss, that was only superficial after all, and was completely different from the current situation.
He said he was waiting for her response, but his actions were actually more excessive than anyone else.
Xie Lang still said nothing, his eyes as deep as a cold pond fixed on the person in his arms.
His head seemed to start to hurt again. The lingering desire mixed with excitement made him realize clearly that he really wanted the person in front of him and wanted her to be bound to him forever.
But his only remaining rationality tried to dissuade him, saying that this was wrong and that Wen Hemian would never forgive someone who forced her, not even him.
In the hot and sticky atmosphere, Wen Hemian noticed something was wrong: "Your head is starting to hurt again?"
Xie Lang's illness was irregular, but he felt much better after Wen Hemian came back, and the frequency of his attacks also decreased, basically to the point where he could control it.
This was the second time she saw Xie Lang fall ill, and it was in such an embarrassing situation.
Xie Lang’s response was to bite her earlobe and rub it gently.
His hands began to wander around her waist restlessly. His hands were very hot, like a ball of fire, burning Wen Hemian so much that she almost had difficulty breathing.
In addition to greed, she also sensed a more chaotic and dark desire.
This wolf cub was aiming to devour her from the very beginning.
"say!"
It was not until Xie Lang began to tentatively untie her belt that Wen Hemian suddenly woke up.
She grabbed the other person's hand, held it there, and exerted so much force that even he was temporarily unable to move.
Not wanting the guards outside to hear him, Wen Hemian lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty, I know you are still sane. Speak properly and don't make any moves."
Wen Hemian seriously reflected on herself and was gradually accepting that Xie Lang liked her and that she also had different feelings for him. The progress was too fast and she could hardly bear it.
Xie Lang really stopped and asked in a hoarse voice: "Master, are you afraid of me?"
The pain was suppressed in the slightly rapid breathing.
Wen Hemian paused: "...You know very well that's not what I'm talking about."
The mature version of the wolf cub is still well-behaved, but not as obedient as before, and always misinterprets her meaning.
"Is this rare?"
Xie Lang broke free from her hand and held her hand instead. Her wrist was slender and like jade, and he could hold it completely around her.
"Hanshuang, this is not my fault." Xie Lang's soft and pleading voice sounded in her ears, "I am not a child anymore. It is normal for me to desire you. Don't you know? Have you never thought about it?"
When he's sick, the desire in his heart will be magnified infinitely. Xie Lang thought that after the last time, Wen Hemian should have figured it out.
"I like you, so I naturally want you."
Xie Lang said in a very soft voice: "I can't stop you. If you don't like me, you can kick me out now. I won't be sad or hurt."
In contrast to the pitiful words was the gradually rising temperature in the young man.
After a while, Wen Hemian closed his eyes in self-abandonment: "Do you think I can bear to do this?"
If he was going to rush, he wouldn't have given Xie Lang the chance to go to bed in the first place.
When Xie Lang heard this, ecstasy suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he wanted to do something unscrupulous, but in the end he just kissed her on the back of her neck with pity.
There was a hint of pleasant paranoia in his voice.
"Then help me."
……
I tossed and turned until midnight, but ended up waking up early.
I vaguely heard that it seemed to be raining outside. My mind cleared up, but my eyelids were stuck together and I couldn't open them.
Wen Hemian struggled for a long time and finally opened his eyes. He saw Xie Lang holding him tightly in his arms and was speechless for a while.
He didn't know how he fell asleep later. When Wen Hemian saw the purple marks on his wrists, he cursed Xie Lang in his heart for being so rude.
Then he slowly fell silent.
It's not entirely his fault, after all, it was just his own decision.
This couldn't be described as being possessed by a devil; she was simply falling into depravity uncontrollably.
The same skill that emperors use to control people's hearts can also be applied to their emotions.
Wen Hemian raised his hand and pinched Xie Lang's face, and the sleeping person was immediately startled.
Before he even opened his eyes, he skillfully grasped her hand and said in a confused voice: "...Why are you awake so early? Go to sleep a little longer."
Wen Hemian stared at him quietly without saying anything.
Xie Lang still didn't open his eyes, but subconsciously buried his head in her neck, his voice sticky: "Are you angry? Or do you regret it... Why are you ignoring me?"
It was just using hands...how could it be as ambiguous as he said?
Wen Hemian sighed calmly and couldn't help laughing: "Aren't we going out of the palace? There should be a morning market in a while, let's go shopping."
"Ok."
Thinking of this, Xie Lang finally opened his eyes reluctantly.
His eyes were still fixed on Wen Hemian as if he were staring at a piece of sweet and delicious pastry, and he was reluctant to look away for even a moment.
It was a great surprise that Wen Hemian agreed to help him last night.
Xie Lang licked his lips with satisfaction and followed behind the person.
He helps with dressing and tying hair. He doesn't look like an emperor, but rather like a personal bodyguard serving people.
Wen Hemian was used to it, Xie Lang was used to it, and Lai Xi was also used to it.
Even the palace maid who came in to sweep the floor couldn't control her chin. It was hard to imagine that the emperor, who had a good temper, would show such a soft and obedient expression in front of someone.
Lai Xi greeted them with a warning: "Don't even think about hanging around His Majesty. Not everyone can become Lord Wen."
There are always some people in the palace who are ambitious and think that the dragon bed is easy to climb, so they jump in like moths to a flame and finally lose their lives.
After so much effort on His Majesty's parting of the clouds and seeing the moon, Lai Xi did not want this good situation to be disrupted.
It was fine that His Majesty had no palace maids to serve him before, but now some new ones have been transferred in. Lai Xi must warn them well so that they don't make everyone unhappy and suffer for nothing.
The palace people nodded in panic: "Yes."
Before leaving the palace, ask the imperial physician to take Xie Lang's pulse.
The person who came was the judge of the Imperial Medical Bureau, who was also one of Wen Hemian’s old acquaintances.
He looked relieved. "From the pulse, your Majesty is in good health, but you have a little too much internal heat. In addition, your headache symptoms are gradually easing. Please allow me to prescribe some medicine again and take care of you."
As he spoke, the judge of the Imperial Hospital looked at Wen Hemian with a very strange look.
Considering the turmoil in the capital these days, it is hard to say what the relationship between Lord Wen and His Majesty is.