Chapter 90 "Meimei, you have a vast fortune to behold..."

It was rare for the young marquis to take the initiative to get close to him.

Zhong Mei lowered his head and obediently and naturally pressed his palm against Ji Chengning's cold, damp hand.

From Ji Chengning's perspective, the hideous mask covered Zhong Mei's entire face, with only a glimpse of snow-white skin visible on his neck.

He resisted the urge to scratch it a few times with his fingers.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhong Mei's voice was very soft. He stretched out his other hand, and his leather-wrapped fingers gently stroked Ji Chengnin's sweat-drenched forehead.

Ji Chengnin remained silent.

He stared at Zhong Mei, who was also a pale and cold "non-human." The "father" in his dream only made him feel nauseous, but Zhong Mei in front of him inexplicably made him feel at ease.

After a long pause, Zhong Mei heard Ji Chengnin chuckle softly and say frankly, "Hmm."

Slightly hoarse.

Zhong Mei was taken aback.

He wondered if even the fearless prince had something to fear, that he could be frightened by a mere dream.

However, staring at Ji Chengnin's pale lips, all his cold words stuck in his throat. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek against Ji Chengnin's hand again with a submissive and intimate gesture.

"Don't be afraid."

Ji Chengnin's still somewhat dazed gaze fell on Zhong Mei's face, and he mumbled, "Hmm?"

What?

Zhong Mei grasped his hand, pressing his palm tightly against the back of his hand, holding it firmly against his cheek, "The ghost is outside the dream."

Ji Chengnin had never heard of such an ingenious way of comforting someone before, and he chuckled.

The voice, which should have been completely flat after being altered by the voice lock, was indeed incredibly indifferent. However, when paired with Zhong Mei's almost clumsy way of comforting her, it became somewhat, somewhat amusing.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhong Mei paused for a moment.

Even though he couldn't see Zhong Mei's expression, Ji Chengning sensed a subtle awkwardness emanating from him.

Ji Chengning was always fond of teasing others. The more embarrassed someone was, the more he would tease them. He especially liked to see their cheeks turn red with embarrassment, and they looked both angry and helpless.

The heavy displeasure weighing on his heart gradually dissipated, and Ji Chengning smiled, "Smile—" He deliberately drew out the sound, but seeing Zhong Mei staring at him without blinking, Ji Chengning became even more excited and changed the subject, "What I'm laughing at is none of your business, Meimei. Are you already so concerned about this young master before we're even married?"

Zhong Mei was taken aback by his unexpected answer and was momentarily stunned.

His mind was intricate and his tongue eloquent, yet at this moment he was speechless for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

The ears behind the mask were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

I was both annoyed and relieved.

The fact that Ji Chengnin can still joke around means that he is in relatively good condition.

Zhong Meixin felt relieved, but then she noticed the upturned corners of Ji Chengning's lips and, unwilling to see him so smug, suddenly raised her hand and pinched his shoulder.

Zhong Mei used a little force, but it was very tricky, just the right amount of force that made Ji Chengning unable to break free, yet didn't hurt that much.

Long, slender, and fair fingers gripped his joints like shackles.

Even through Ji Chengning's clothes, Zhong Mei could feel the swelling of his wounds. He half-opened his eyelids and said in a cool tone, "You're injured like this and you still won't stop. Doesn't anyone around you advise you not to act recklessly?"

Ji Chengning would be a fool if he couldn't understand the deeper meaning in Zhong Mei's words. Instead of being annoyed, he curled his lips and sighed in a cloying manner, "Oh dear, so fierce."

His fingers wandered restlessly, lifting Zhong Mei's chin. The young marquis smiled, his bright black eyes sparkling like stars. "Wasn't I waiting for Mei Mei to come and persuade me?"

The affection in his peach blossom eyes was so intense it seemed tangible, not to mention that he didn't speak properly, making the word "ambiguous" sound like it was coated in honey.

It got stuck right in Zhong Mei's throat. He couldn't swallow it, nor did he want to, which forced his Adam's apple to bounce violently.

"Sweet talk," Zhong Mei scoffed.

His voice, however, was hoarse and husky.

The hideous ghost mask was perfectly fitted onto Zhong Mei's face. The black iron mask had a blue face and fangs, making it an exceptionally terrifying appearance that could stop a child from crying. However, this evil ghost had a pair of eyes that were as clear and beautiful as a woman's.

Ji Chengning felt an itch in his throat.

Zhong Mei was being stared at without blinking, so he lowered his head and leaned closer, almost touching him tightly, leaving no room for anyone else to enter.

Even his breath was swallowed by him.

He asked knowingly, "What are you looking at?"

Ji Chengnin said seriously, "It's up to you."

Even though he was prepared for Ji Chengnin's answer, Zhong Mei's heart was still pounding. He suppressed his excitement and pretended to be nonchalant, "Why are you looking at me?"

Ji Chengnin scratched his head in confusion and answered truthfully, "I don't know, but I can't take my eyes off it."

Zhong Mei felt a violent tremor in his chest.

He had to take a deep breath and look away, avoiding Ji Chengnin's eyes.

To avoid falling into it and being unable to extricate oneself.

Ji Chengning is used to sweet talk; you've known that for a long time.

Zhong Mei repeatedly reminded himself of this.

Can……

“As long as I see Meimei,” Ji Chengnin not only didn’t avoid him, but moved even closer to him, their noses touching, their breaths mingling in a sticky mingling. He said frankly, “I just want to be close to you.”

But—Zhong Mei's breathing became even more rapid, and the clarity he gained from taking a few breaths couldn't compare to Ji Chengning's few words.

His heart trembled so much that his body trembled slightly, and only by holding the person in front of him in his arms could he stop the slightest itch in his heart.

Even though he was struggling to breathe, he pretended to be serious and said, "A lustful devil."

Ji Chengning disagreed, retorting, "Meimei and I are in love and understand each other. It's only natural for us to want to do this kind of thing." There was a hint of playful reproach in his eyes. "Meimei, you can't expect me to be a saint in front of my sweetheart."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold hand gripped the back of his neck and pressed down hard!

It's unclear who made the first move, but before they could react, Ji Chengning had already gently kissed the sharp lip line on the mask.

boom!

Something suddenly exploded in Zhong Mei's heart. He stared at Ji Chengnin in disbelief, his eyes turning red.

This is such a bizarre and ambiguous scene.

The incomparably handsome young man took the initiative to embrace something with a hideous face, his lips pressed against the black iron, it was the ultimate softness and the ultimate cold hardness.

Zhong Mei remained frozen in place.

Ji Chengnin, on the contrary, was even happier, feeling quite pleased with himself for having gained an advantage.

She wrapped her arms around Zhong Mei's neck and kissed him affectionately and passionately.

Their breaths, mingling together, were hot and viscous.

Zhong Mei stared intently at Ji Chengnin.

He looked down, seemingly enjoying himself immensely, his lips curving upwards, then turning white from being crushed by the black iron.

It fits the demon mask with an incredibly intimate fit.

Like a human sacrifice offered to an evil god.

They should also actively use their body heat to warm the statue of the deity.

The hand gripping Ji Chengning's waist suddenly tightened.

Zhong Mei suppressed the urge to press him down onto the bed, sensing that something was wrong.

Ji Chengnin looked strangely off. Zhong Mei pressed him down abruptly, his voice hoarse and barely audible, but he forced himself to ask, "What's wrong with you?"

Ji Chengnin narrowed his eyes, clearly annoyed at being interrupted, "Can't I even get close to you?"

The scene of Ji Chengning severing the wooden dummy's head on the training ground was still fresh in Zhong Mei's mind. He feared that the young marquis was troubled by this and was using it to distract himself. The more he suppressed it, the worse it would be for his mind.

He then took a few deep breaths and tried his best to make his tone sound calm, "I'm afraid that those who offer unsolicited kindness are either up to no good or are thieves."

“Oh,” Ji Chengnin suddenly became interested, propped himself up, and said with a half-smile, “So, Meimei, do you have a fortune worth stealing, or do you have…”

Ji Chengnin didn't have time to finish speaking.

"Hmm!"

Once released, both of them were breathing heavily.

It's like scratching an itch through a boot—it's never enough.

The fire in his heart made Zhong Mei's eyelids turn red.

As Ji Chengning looked at it, he felt as if he had personally applied a layer of rouge to it. He was filled with affection, but a strange desire to destroy it all also arose within him.

It's getting worse.

So he pinched Zhong Mei's chin, teasing her like a puppy, "If Mei Mei doesn't want to, I won't force her." His peach blossom eyes, so beautiful and sharp, twitched at the corner, half teasing and half provoking, "Young Marquis, just beckon with your finger, and there will be enough guests... Ouch, be gentle!"

Zhong Mei listened.

There were more than just a few people who wanted to become the young marquis's intimate companions. Just thinking about that scene made Zhong Mei feel all the blood rush to his head.

With veins bulging on his neck, Zhong Mei stared intently at Ji Chengnin's face, pulling him into his arms.

Forehead to forehead, Zhong Mei's voice was filled with annoyance, "You only know how to say things that make me unhappy." He pressed his fingers against Ji Chengning's lips, slightly probing inside, pressing against Ji Chengning's slightly closed teeth, "If only you didn't know how to speak."

The leather had a cold, fishy smell and was very unpalatable.

Ji Chengning spat out, "Zhong Mei!"

He immediately lost his voice.

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Author's note: I've revised it a bit and added 900 words. Those who have already bought it can refresh the page.

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