Un joven enfermizo que viaja a la época de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 134

Chou Qian's lips twitched, and his face stiffened.

Without saying a word, I glanced at him sideways. He's angry! I was just asking, nothing more. "Hey—" Don't be so petty! "A prime minister's belly can hold a boat, you can't possibly be so magnanimous you can't even hold a stick, can you?"

Chou Qian coldly said, "Don't mention my appearance, or I'm afraid I'll lose control and kill you."

I touched my neck; it was still there. He also had a thorn in his side.

Do you feel inferior when you see a handsome man? I really want to ask, but I don't dare.

"Chou Qian." Is it okay to call him by his name? We've been calling him that for so long, he shouldn't suddenly go crazy.

"Yes." He returned to his usual calm and composed demeanor. The scent of ink lingered faintly.

I want to kiss you.

--thump--

Chouqian fell to the ground.

I kindly helped him up and asked, "Are you alright? If you're not happy, that's fine, but you don't have to be so scared."

Chouqian hurriedly pushed me away and hid two meters away from me, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"Heh, this is so funny." I deliberately moved closer to him: "Let me kiss you, and I won't tell anyone."

He backed down again, unwilling to agree.

He's so shy, didn't his family find him a maid? The one from last time seemed pretty good.

"Chouqian, it feels so good to kiss you, so light, sweet and fragrant."

Chouqian's cheeks flushed even redder, intoxicated by the lingering scent of ink.

I shouldn't scare him; he's quite pitiful. I sat back down, and whenever I stopped, I thought about Zi Mo. I scratched my head, but he ignored me. Why should I think about him?

I lay on the table and slammed my fist on it.

I'm so angry I could die!

Chouqian came closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder: "Don't be sad, it will be alright."

When is it okay?

"That...is up to you."

That's as good as saying nothing. "I'm feeling resentful right now."

"How did it become balanced?"

I looked at him, and he looked at me, his eyes open and honest, yet filled with concern for the nation.

So cute, his eyes are so cute. He can be silly sometimes, and his face is slightly flushed with drunkenness.

It's not your fault that you're ugly, and it's not your fault that you go out and scare people, but it is your fault in front of me.

I suddenly hugged his neck when he wasn't looking, and said pitifully, "Just one kiss... Qianqian, just one kiss." Let me kiss you.

He spoke, and I immediately pressed my lips to his. He stared at me in disbelief, his eyes wide. I lingered on his lips, feeling the cool warmth of his skin. It calmed the restlessness in my heart.

His body seemed never to have been warm.

"Let me kiss you, I'm in a bad mood..." It's not because I like you, I just want to do something outrageous.

Chou Qian didn't struggle; since he didn't move, I could do whatever I wanted.

I put my hand in, and he blocked me.

I almost cried. Don't you want me either? None of you want me... You all think I'm being unreasonable...

I accused him, tears welling in my eyes.

Chouqian removed his hand, took off his clothes, and I hugged him, only wanting to indulge myself just this once...

If I don't go home, his wedding should go smoothly...

When I woke up in the morning, I suddenly had no idea where I was.

Chouqian was sleeping on one side; that was the arrangement I saw when I woke up that day.

I moved his hand off my waist; damn it, one arm weighs nine or ten pounds and he's trying to crush me.

He groggily opened his eyes, unable to find his target just a minute ago. He's sick, I'm sure of it this time. Morning sickness. "You're awake."

Can't you see I'm already sitting up? You know perfectly well what I'm asking.

Chouqian got up and draped the blanket over me: "Be careful not to catch a cold."

"Oh no! This is terrible!"

"What?" Chou Qian asked, bewildered. He changed his clothes without needing anyone's assistance.

He was alone here before, but now I'm here too.

"Late for work!"

Chouqian stopped me from rummaging through my clothes: "His Majesty will not be holding court today."

"Why?" Could it be that he is in a warm bedchamber, while the emperor does not attend court?