Chapter 137 I'm Not Sick
The sky outside grew increasingly overcast, and it was getting late, but inside the palace, a charcoal fire burned, making it warm.
I slept for about half an hour.
Lan Wu woke up first. She was hot and vaguely felt a ball of fire embracing her when she woke up. Then she looked more closely and realized it wasn't a ball of fire, but Chu Mingheng.
Even when Chu Mingheng was sleeping, his expression remained tense and fierce, but now a blush had crept onto his closed face.
Lan Wu immediately reached out to touch his face, but before she could, her wrist was grabbed.
He seemed unusually vigilant, and only for a moment did he regain his senses. He gripped Lan Wu's hand with unusual strength, as if he didn't remember that Lan Wu was sleeping in his arms.
"Ah..." Lan Wu cried out in pain unexpectedly, frowning as her soft body slumped against him, bumping into his arms.
Upon hearing this, Chu Mingheng abruptly released his grip, as if he had just come to his senses. He stared blankly down at the person in his arms, then, seemingly disbelieving, hurriedly pulled Lan Wu's face out to examine it closely.
Only when he saw that beautiful and familiar face did Chu Mingheng breathe a sigh of relief.
Lan Wu lightly slapped him across the face with her backhand, and said fiercely, "What are you doing!"
She slapped him, then touched his face with her palm to check his temperature.
It's hot; this is clearly abnormal.
"You have a fever. I'll go and call the imperial physician." With that, she hurriedly got out of bed and headed outside.
Her arm was pulled back effortlessly, and her body was wrapped up again, like an impenetrable wall, tightly surrounding her.
Lan Wu struggled to lift her head slightly, but when she saw Chu Mingheng's bloodshot eyes, she was startled and dared not speak.
"Where are you going—" She didn't speak, but Chu Mingheng asked, his voice deep and imposing.
Lan Wu was on edge. Upon hearing this, she simply leaned forward slightly, kissed Chu Mingheng's lips, and said softly, "I'm not leaving. I'm just going to call the imperial physician for you."
"You are ill, Your Majesty."
Chu Mingheng raised his voice slightly, as if in doubt: "Sick?"
But soon he shook his head: "I am not sick."
Isn't that utter nonsense?
Lan Wu frowned, not daring to delay any longer, and moved her feet in an attempt to break free from him: "Let me go first."
"Hmm—"
The next instant, Lan Wu was rolled over and pinned down on the bed, her lips sealed with a kiss.
Chu Mingheng kissed her so hard she couldn't utter a complete sentence until Lan Wu reached out to push him away. This time she managed to push him away, but her wrist was grabbed again, and her palm was kissed, burning her until it went numb.
Chu Mingheng is acting strangely.
The thought flashed through Lan Wu's mind, but her thoughts cleared. She turned to look at him, her gaze meeting his scarlet, obsessive, and overly composed eyes.
She was stunned when she saw Chu Mingheng holding her hand, raising it up, and kissing her wrist.
That spot was pinched by Chu Mingheng earlier, and a red mark had formed around it, looking somewhat painful.
“…Your Majesty?” Lan Wu called out to him, her hand trembling as he licked it.
She forced herself to remain calm and said seriously, "His Majesty is ill. Let's go and call the imperial physician."
Chu Mingheng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes fixed only on Lan Wu's figure.
He shook his head and said softly to Lan Wu, "I am not ill."
Lan Wu had no choice but to listen to him. She estimated the distance to the palace gate and was about to shout for help when Chu Mingheng seemed to know her intention. As soon as she opened her mouth, he reached out and covered her lips, completely silencing her. He then leaned down and whispered to her, "Good girl, A-Wu, don't make a sound."
After he finished speaking, he looked around, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied, but quickly found a satisfactory place.
He carried Lan Wu to the low table behind the screen. It was a separate space with an underfloor heating system, making it exceptionally warm.
No matter how warm it is, Lanwu cannot let him do as he pleases.
She felt that Chu Mingheng must have lost his mind. What kind of time is this to be bringing her here and trying to grope her?
"If you keep doing this, I'll get angry!" Lan Wu was furious as her clothes were almost stripped off, and could only say harsh words to him.
Chu Mingheng was burning up, but his mind seemed perfectly clear. He understood Lan Wu's words, but his reaction was not as Lan Wu expected. Instead, he bit her earlobe, kissed her neck down, picked up a piece of flesh, gently rubbed it between his teeth, and then released it, slowly laughing, "You have quite a temper."
Lan Wu's lips trembled, feeling that his tone was too familiar.
"Awu, I miss you so much. Don't you miss me?" As if confirming her guess, Chu Mingheng whispered softly in her ear, then touched her buttocks and hugged her.
Lan Wu let out a muffled groan, her fingers gripping his arm uncontrollably until her nails almost dug in. Her eyes showed confusion and grievance, as well as disbelief and horror. She turned to look at him and said, "...Your Majesty...?"
Chu Mingheng was very happy. He reached out and pinched Lan Wu's cheek, wanting to kiss her: "Awu, you recognized me... I'm so happy, I missed you so much."
Lan Wu swallowed hard, thinking to herself that she couldn't possibly handle this situation.
The Chu Mingheng in front of me is clearly the Chu Mingheng from the previous life. So where is the Chu Mingheng in this life?
Chu Mingheng clearly told Lan Wu just how happy he was. His scarlet eyes never showed any sign of fatigue, as if he wanted to use all his strength in this life on Lan Wu, turning her over and over until it got dark.
Lan Wu didn't dare to faint, thinking that if she did, who knew what terrible things Chu Mingheng would do.
But it's really getting too late.
Seeing that Chu Mingheng was still holding her and wouldn't let her out of the water, Lan Wu almost cried, and said in a hoarse voice, "There's a palace banquet tonight, you said it yourself, what will people think if word gets out..."
“I didn’t say that.” That was “him” who said it.
Chu Mingheng, unconcerned, tried to kiss her, silencing her with a kiss.
Lan Wu turned away, a tear falling, unwilling to look at him: "You only know how to bully me, you've always bullied me, you clearly don't like me, and you never listen to anything I say..."
These words were quite serious, and Chu Mingheng dared not listen to them. He repeatedly agreed, speaking softly to coax her as he lifted her out of the bathtub and carefully dried her body inch by inch. Seeing that she was still sad, he was even more saddened than her. His face showed some anxiety, his brows furrowed, but his grip softened as he wiped away her tears, saying, "I like A-Wu, I like A-Wu. I won't bully you anymore, okay? I'll listen to whatever you say."
Upon hearing this, Lan Wu cupped his face, touched his still slightly warm skin, and said, "Then let's quickly change our clothes and go out to call the imperial physician to take a look at you. We can't delay the palace banquet tonight; today is New Year's Eve."
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