Young Prime Minister, a Hermit

Chapter 138

He sighed deeply and pulled me into his arms. I pressed my face against his warm chest, listening to his quiet, steady breathing. "I can't lose the ability to protect you, I can't disobey my master who is like a father to me, I can't let my master's wife's sacrifices and efforts go to waste, and I can't hurt you for my own desires. All along, these layers of shackles have been binding me like threads, preventing me from taking a step forward. But Lin Yu, are you really happy? Do you really want me to bear all of this for you? Because I'm increasingly uncertain, I want to gamble, abandoning reason and leaving all the choices to my instincts."

"Obviously..." he chuckled softly, then lowered his head again to kiss my earlobe with boundless tenderness and affection, "I won the bet."

What exactly happened during the three days Fu Yu took Yi Han away? What did Yi Han's master's wife do for him? I don't know any of these things, yet I feel there's no need to know. Because the current outcome is the most important thing.

I gently poked his firm chest with my finger. His tanned skin was shiny and full of youthful vitality. His chest muscles were well-proportioned and firm. His waist was slender and strong. Yi Han had the kind of body that looked tall and thin when he was dressed, but was strong and attractive when he took his clothes off.

While poking at it, he casually asked, "Aren't you afraid I won't like it?"

The oppressive silence almost made me panic about my joke. Suddenly, the scene before me spun 180 degrees, and half-naked Yi Han pinned me down, his eyes filled with my image. The indulgence, doting, and certainty in his expression outlined the gentle and handsome features of his face, captivating me.

"Lin Yu, I heard you." Yi Han lowered his head and gently kissed my lips, just as I would kiss Xue Yu. "Lin Yu, I heard you say 'Yi Han, I love you so much'... that's why I climbed in through the window."

I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to ask him: What if he hadn't heard me say I loved him? Would he rather be tormented to death by the intoxication of love than force me? But he silenced me, leaving only the entanglement of our lips and tongues.

This fool... his eyes were slightly moist as he saw soft, silver hair before him, and happiness, like the hair, gently caressed his heart... This fool who only has me in his heart.

I hooked one arm around his neck and used the other to run my fingers through his hair, pressing him down and taking the initiative to kiss him deeply.

Yi Han, panting heavily, separated us, his eyes dark green with a hint of crimson: "Lin Yu, I won't be able to hold back!"

I snorted, "People who love each other will naturally make love, what's there to hold back?" I pushed his arms, which were supporting him on either side of me, and he fell on top of me with a thud. His hot breath made me tremble.

“Be gentle…” I warned him, seizing the opportunity when he was catching his breath.

Before being overwhelmed by boundless desire and love, he kissed my fair collarbone, whispering tenderly in my ear, "Lin Yu, Lin Yu, I lost the world, but I won you..."

Happiness is like a bird with wings; if you don't hold on tight, it will fly away. I desperately want happiness, so I will never let go of your hand. If I win the world but lose you, what's the point of a world without happiness?

Xiao Yi

2008.3.16 18:08

Chapter 20, "Whispering in Each Other's Eyes," is finished.

Next update: Wednesday evening, March 19th.

The link to the sequel to "Xiao Ran Meng" can be found in the previous chapter.

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Author's Note:

Someone on the forum said, "Where does Yi Han come from... Well, the essence of the Tianxingliu Sword Sect is to seize the world. I think it's not surprising to say that."

I'm the biological mother, I'm the biological mother, at least for now, I'm the biological mother... *muttering to myself*

Chapter 21 Chess

Chapter 21 Chess

Another blizzard has passed in Lausanne, Switzerland. I've heard that the days when the snow melts are the most beautiful, but also the coldest. I lay on the sofa, my fingers gently tracing the cold, damp glass.

"Bang—" A weapon smashed into my head. Judging from its soft texture and square shape, it must have been a pillow. I grabbed one corner of the pillow, made a slight noise, and then threw it back.

“I said, Garan…” Zi Mo’s slightly lazy voice came from the direction the pillow had been thrown, “You’ve been grinning like an idiot for almost an hour now.”

I snorted and ignored him, continuing to trace patterns on the glass with my finger, writing over and over again: Yihan, Yihan, Yihan...

"What?" Zi Mo asked while eating, "Feng Yihan has agreed to be your empress?"

My lips twitched, and I groped my way along the back of the sofa to him, grabbed the soft pillow from his arms, and covered it with my hand without hesitation.

"Ugh...murder...save me..."

I was gloating over murdering a ghost when, unfortunately, my joy turned to sorrow as he grabbed me by the waist. Being ticklish, I loosened my grip, and he seized my shoulders, flipping me 360 degrees so I was on the bottom and he was on top.

"Hey, little girl, are you trying to murder your husband?" Zi Mo laughed and breathed on me from above.

I retorted mercilessly: "You really know how to imitate modern language, no wonder you're an old devil. Ah—haha…don't tickle me…Zimo…haha…stop…I know I was wrong…"

Just as I was about to run out of breath, Zi Mo finally let go, but still pressed me down, his warm breath on my face: "Actually, you shouldn't have kept Liu Cenfeng by your side."

I have already told Zimo about the events that have occurred in the past three years. Even he was full of praise for how I conquered Fengyin with only 100,000 troops in two years.

I sighed. "I know what you mean. Just the thought of his memories returning one day makes me tremble. But Zimo, I still..."

Zi Mo rested his hand on the side of my face, tugging at my slightly curly hair, and said helplessly, "You! Although you've become more capable, you've actually become more sentimental. First, those 70,000 soldiers of Jin Yao should never have been let go; second, you should have planted a seed of revolution in Jin Yao's court before leaving; third, even if you didn't want to be emperor, Zhuo Qing's life should never have been spared; fourth, giving Mu Shuangshuang too much power is always a hidden danger. But the one thing you absolutely shouldn't have done was drag Han Jue into the war in order to save the families of your soldiers."

I was taken aback, and my voice trembled slightly: "Zimo... I forgot that you said you would never let him get involved in worldly troubles."

"Fool!" Zi Mo snapped his fingers on my forehead. "What I mean is, this is the most risky and most counterproductive decision you've ever made. First, if you let Yang Yi kill the soldiers' families, it will only make them more united against the enemy, and Yang Yi's reputation will be even worse. Second, who is Han Jue? He is, after all, a Jin Yao man, and Han Ning's brother. What if Han Ning has the trump card to control him? Wouldn't you be inviting a wolf into the house?"

I nudged him, sat up a little, and leaned my head on the armrest of the sofa before saying, "I've considered all of what you've said. But Jin Yao was, after all, a country I served, and its soldiers fought alongside me. I simply can't bring myself to slaughter them at will. As for Han Jue, I know I shouldn't involve him in the war. But those 100,000 soldiers are all unable to return home or serve their country because of me. I can't hypocritically say that they chose their own path, can I? So at least I can protect as many families as possible. And the only one in the world with that ability is Han Jue, the richest man in the world."

Zi Mo pondered for a long time before finally tapping my nose and laughing, "You! You really aren't cut out to be an emperor. You've wasted such a good talent as Lin Yu, such a noble status as the Son of God Chi Fei, and my last plan!"

I smiled sincerely. Yes! I am really not suited to be an emperor. I am too weak, lacking the ruthlessness to make decisive moves, and even less the ambition to dominate the world. But I am at peace with myself, and I am content with it, because even if I lose the world, I still win him.

Zi Mo climbed up from above me, then reached out and pulled me up as well. I lost my balance and fell into his arms, his embrace a little warm and stiff, his slender hands casually resting on my back and buttocks.

Unexpectedly, Zi Mo's words came to mind: "No man can bear to see the woman he loves being humiliated by another man." Zi Mo… Zi Mo… about me…

"Idiot!" Zi Mo flicked my forehead hard with his finger, making me cry out in pain. He then tightened his arms around me and laughed, "I've said it before: Feng Yihan is a man worthy of your love, and you must love him steadfastly."

I was taken aback, and in the darkness there was a kind of comforting warmth: "Zimo, can you still read my mind?"

"Cough... How could that be?" Zi Mo laughed. "It's just that I know your every expression and the corresponding thoughts better than you do yourself. I can roughly guess what you're thinking just by looking at your face."