Qianyuan looked at him with tears in her eyes: "The calluses on your hands hurt so much..."
He had no idea how alluring he looked. Zejin's breath hitched, and his gaze fell deeply on Qianyuan's eyes.
Then it landed on his rosy lips.
Zejin longed to crumple the white paper in front of him and express the obsession he had suppressed in his heart for so long.
But in the end, he only gently approached Qianyuan and, with a touch of distance, used the tip of his tongue to take away the tears that were hanging on Qianyuan's eyelashes.
They didn't even actually touch each other.
But Qianyuan felt that Zejin had gently kissed his soul.
Destruction and cherishing.
What contradictory feelings.
It all boils down to a single, superficial action.
His sudden action seemed to have truly frightened Qian Yuan, who just stared at him with her eyes wide open until Ze Jin noticed something was wrong and gently patted Qian Yuan's back, guiding her to breathe.
Thank goodness, Qianyuan almost fainted from suffocation.
Zekin: "Didn't I say I'd kiss you depending on my mood?"
"I won't kiss you if I'm in a bad mood."
Qianyuan's voice was hoarse: "What if you're in a good mood?"
"When I'm in a good mood, I kiss the moonlight that falls in front of me."
Qianyuan: OO
Zejin chuckled softly, his hoarse voice sounding as if whispering in his ear: "Your Highness, your face is so red."
Qian Yuan fired the bullet and retreated to the most secluded corner imaginable.
He huddled there, feeling like a clump of snow about to melt.
"You can't fool me! My stance is firm!" Qianyuan began to enforce her principle of not looking or listening, covering her ears to refuse Zejin's seduction.
But Zejin said quietly, "Today is the Western Regions' New Year. They're celebrating and will be eating roasted whole lamb later. Do you want some?"
Oh dear, how did the dish names automatically get into Qianyuan's ears?
Qianyuan: "Eat, I also want to drink milk tea."
Seeing that the little guy still had such a good appetite, Zejin seemed to finally relax as well, revealing a genuine smile that he hadn't shown in a long time, shedding the bloodthirsty mask he had put on in front of his people.
"Okay, I'll go show you. I'll get you whatever good food you can find. Just stay in the tent and don't wander around. There are a lot of bad people around here, the kind who eat dragon cubs."
Qianyuan: OO
Qianyuan knew he should be on guard, but he also felt that Zejin was so malicious that he might be lying to him again.
But when Qian Yuan, bored out of his mind, secretly lifted the curtain to peek, he saw the blood of warhorses drunk by people from the Western Regions.
Qianyuan: How scary.
The little guy shrank back into the tent, looking left and right. The only person who could make him feel at ease was not there, so he could only take down the gorgeous coat that Zejin had hung on the wall and completely cover himself in it.
They're just a bunch of people relying on their connections and power.
Zejin seemed to be really focused on finding him something delicious to eat. When he returned, he was followed by two foreigners with their heads bowed and looking very respectful.
He was Zejin's confidant.
But now they are all Qianyuan's mobile plate holders.
Zejin still remembers how Qianyuan swallowed a mountain of monsters in her dragon form, so he seems to have always believed that the little guy's usual appetite as a human was not very full, and only his appetite as a dragon was his true appetite.
So Zejin went out and got three whole, healthy roasted lambs, so big that they could be spread out and circle Qianyuan twice.
In addition, there are various side dishes and rice dishes.
Zejin's confidant asked very sincerely, "Your Majesty, did you capture a prehistoric behemoth and bring it back to raise? Won't it eat the royal court out of business?"
Another confidant glanced at Zejin's face and quickly said, "Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Can't you see the king is heartbroken? Maybe the little white moonlight spirit that the king used to like has grown up and turned into a fully insured semi-trailer van."
"Bro, what does 'fully insured semi-trailer van' mean?"
"I don't know either, that's what the author wanted me to say."
Zejin's confidants (scratch that), his biggest enemies, seem to have always believed that Zejin is obsessed with a beautiful and mysterious spirit, whom he has been bewitched by ever since he saw her once in Dayu. Why not guess that Zejin has someone he loves? Because their king is incredibly insensitive; he shows absolutely no reaction to the hot beauties from all over the Western Regions throwing themselves at him, probably because he has no worldly desires whatsoever.
But when they followed Zejin inside, they saw the true face of the mysterious monster.
The tiny creature, curled up inside the king's magnificent robe, slept soundly. His beautiful face and the gold thread on the robe complemented each other, and the intricate and gorgeous jewels became mere accentuators of his radiant beauty, far surpassing the dazzling brilliance of the person within the robe.
What's even more stunning is the silvery-white hair that accidentally flows out from the woman's robes with each breath, illuminating the entire scene.
"Mother, the King has truly captured a fairy! No wonder he never looks at beauties from the Western Regions. What a blessing this is..."
Shh! Keep your voice down.
They couldn't help but stare, and lowered their voices.
No one dared to disturb their sleep.
Only Zejin gently approached and picked up Qianyuan along with his royal robes:
"My Queen, rise for your meal."
Qianyuan: ?
Zejin brushed a few strands of hair from his lips: "You've been sleeping wrapped in my royal robes, don't you want to be my queen?"
“Now that our relationship has been exposed to others, if Your Highness does not take responsibility, I will never find a queen in my entire life.”
Qianyuan woke up: No, who knew this was Zejin's royal robe?
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