Chapter 47: July Flower: Did you cry when he kissed you?
Luther was wearing a dark blue robe, the tassels on his shoulders rustled as he waved his hands, and the family crest on his knuckles reflected lightly. He kept smiling, looked at Ye Yanze and whispered, "He is disrespectful to the Holy Son. I will teach him a lesson for you."
Zelsa chuckled and rubbed some of the blood on his hand on Ye Yanze's cheek. His hair hung down and his black eyes were filled with shaky calmness.
Ye Yanze did not wipe it off, but just looked up at Luther and said, "After I was attacked, Zelsa chased me all the way to the outside of Gaya and rescued me, and then he assisted me in the purification of Gaya."
Of course, this was a story full of loopholes, but Luther glanced at Zelsa with a half-smile, and then nodded slightly to acknowledge the story. He got off his horse, walked slowly to Ye Yanze, and extended his hand to him.
Ye Yanze felt Zelsa's hands twitching uncontrollably, pulling his waist forcefully. In front of him was Luther, who always maintained a decent smile, but with anger hidden in his eyes.
Ye Yanze stretched out his hand and took the hand that Luther extended. He tried to pull Ye Yanze down, but Zelsa grabbed his waist tightly.
Ye Yanze was still sitting on the horse, but his hand was grabbed by Luther. He was about to say something, but Luther spoke first.
"Don't do such an ugly thing. I have been quite kind and tolerant to you. If it weren't for him, do you think you would be alive now?"
There was still blood on Zelsa's face. He leaned his head on his shoulder and watched him reply word by word: "What you did is even more ugly, threatening with Gaya..."
Luther interrupted him and said with a smile, "Stupid. You don't think that he had to go with me because of what I did to Gaya, do you?"
Zelsa naturally knew that it was not the case, but he was not sure how much right Luther had to know about this matter.
Luther lowered his head and kissed the back of Ye Yanze's hand. He didn't smile like the head of a noble family who controlled an entire family and played politics. He seemed to suddenly understand something.
"My dear, this servant is so ungrateful that I can't help but doubt your judgment. But it doesn't matter. As you wish, he has been appointed as the new consul of Gaia, and the letter of appointment can be issued now."
Zelsa subconsciously let go, and Luther immediately grabbed Ye Yanze's wrist and pulled him down, holding him in his arms, looking at him with pity.
"You should thank His Highness. He submitted an application to the Joint Conference for you before he left."
So this was another time that Ye Yanze paved the way for him, fearing that he would get off the hook, and this time he didn't hesitate to use himself to hook them tightly. And Luther was the ally who always stood by his side, or maybe it was more than that...
Zelsa got off the horse and looked at Ye Yanze. The next second, Luther held him in his arms, wiping his face with a handkerchief, his eyelashes drooping and a smile on his lips.
Ye Yanze grabbed his wrist and signaled him with his eyes not to say anything more and to finish it as soon as possible. However, Luther pinched his chin and looked at him. After confirming that the blood was clean, he threw the handkerchief on the ground and rubbed the cut on his lips with his fingers.
"I told you to be careful not to get covered in mud. Look at what you've done now." The ring on Luther's hand was cold and hard. He spoke softly, but the dark blue in his eyes was translucent.
"Okay, I don't want my love to stand here for too long, so please don't bother seeing me off, Your Excellency Archon." Luther lowered his head and chuckled, kissing Ye Yanze's eyes.
"Lover?" Zelsa's black hair was stained with blood, her eyes were red, and she tried her best to remain calm as she looked at Ye Yanze.
However, Luther held Ye Yanze in his arms the whole time, not letting him look back, and answered him with a chuckle.
"Not quite. I should call her my fiancée. After we get married in a few months, I should call her Madam, the wife of the head of the Hilt family."
Zelsa sneered, and blood from his hands splattered on the ground.
"Your Excellency is also saying things that offend His Highness."
Before he finished speaking, a red flame swept in front of Luther. He smiled without even raising his hand. Ye Yanze hurriedly stretched out his hand, and a golden light blocked in front of him. The two rays of light dissipated.
The sharp wind cut Ye Yanze's braids, and he looked up at him as if warning: "Zelsa, calm down."
No matter how much Luther said or did, it was far from making him despair at this moment. He had just woken up from him in the morning, and looked at him with watery purple eyes last night, and now he was standing next to another man to warn him.
Luther smiled and hugged Ye Yanze back, leaned over his face, looked at Zelsa and continued, "Dear, why don't you tell him what our relationship is?"
"When was the engagement made? Who is the dreamer?"
Ye Yanze tightly grasped Luther's wrist and looked into his smiling dark blue eyes. Luther raised his eyebrows and reached his fingers into his collar and pressed hard on the kiss mark on his collarbone.
Ye Yanze took a deep breath. If Luther changed his mind and wanted to pin Zelsa to death now and overturn the table, they would not be able to resist.
"The night I saved you, my engagement with him was finalized."
Ye Yanze tried his best to keep his tone steady. For the first time, his lips trembled slightly and he took a deep breath before speaking.
"I will marry him this winter."
Ye Yanze saw a tear finally fall from his red eyes.
"alright."
Luther covered Ye Yanze's eyes, frowned and said unhappily: "It's your good fortune that a servant can let us accompany you for so long."
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"You've gone too far."
Ye Yanze sat in the carriage and looked out the window. His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyelashes were half-closed, and his messy platinum-colored hair hung behind him. He didn't touch the hot tea that Luther handed to him, but just stared out the window in a trance.
Luther had taken off his cloak and was sitting beside him, pouring tea slowly. He rolled up his shirt to his elbows, revealing his beautifully muscular forearms, and fiddled with the gold-painted porcelain cup with his slender fingers. Half of his hair was draped over his forehead, blocking his eyes, and a smile was always on his lips.
"The tea is getting cold," he reminded in a hoarse voice.
Ye Yanze ignored him and turned his head to look at him. Luther chuckled, didn't force it, picked up the teacup in front of Ye Yanze, and then threw the teacup in his hand, splashing the tea, soaking his trouser legs and Ye Yanze's robe.
Broken porcelain pieces flew everywhere, even brushing against Luther's face, but he stared at Ye Yanze without blinking. Then he stretched out his hand and pressed him against the cushion behind him, smiling, but his eyes were filled with unstoppable cruelty.
He opened his collar, unbuttoned his clothes, and took off his belt. Ye Yanze looked at him calmly, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.
Luther was still wearing white gloves and his ring. He pulled off Ye Yanze's robe and reached out to slam the window shut.
Ye Yanze was shirtless, with dense kiss marks and light teeth marks on his pink spots, all very fresh. Luther lowered his head, his lips straightened, without a smile. The white gloves were rough, and the ring was cold. He slid along Ye Yanze's neck to his chest, touching those ambiguous marks one by one, like the marks of territorial demarcation.
"I slept with him, so for your sake, I suggest canceling the engagement."
Ye Yanze's tone was calm. After all, they were just partners who used each other. He didn't need to get angry. There were too many such things among the aristocratic families who had married. Luther should be used to it.
Maybe he felt embarrassed.
"You shouldn't have provoked him just now. What good would that do for him or you?"
Ye Yanze was very calm, even when he reached for the belt to tie his hands together and tied them to the carriage. Luther grabbed his calves, stared at him and said with a smile: "Those who need benefits can discuss benefits, I only think about it."
"His Highness is so cruel. He just doesn't understand that talking about feelings is a waste of time except for catching a liar like you."
Ye Yanze sneered and kicked at him, but he immediately caught it firmly. Luther held a cup of tea, and he held it against his legs, and brought the steaming tea to him.
"Tea."
The veins on Luther's forehead were bulging, but his handsome face was calm. The cold and medicinal cedar wood scent on his body seemed to be melted by his burning body temperature, and Ye Yanze's nose was filled with his scent.
He looked up at him, his beautiful, soft eyes containing a warning.
Ye Yanze turned his face away in annoyance and reminded him coldly: "I am not your property, don't ask for so much, it's annoying."
Luther's jawline tightened and then he smiled, then slowly took off his gloves and threw them aside.
Suddenly, he pinched Ye Yanze's cheek with his slender hand, and with a smile he put his fingers in and pressed his wet red tongue, then smiled and poured the cup of tea into his mouth.
Ye Yanze thought it would be a cup of boiling hot tea, but the temperature was just right when he took a sip. He retched out of stress and a few tears fell from the corners of his eyes.
Luther didn't know why he subconsciously caught his tears, rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, then lowered his eyes, his gaze slid down to his lips, held the back of his neck with his palm, tilted his head and kissed his lips.
He was very passionate, his fingers constantly stroking his neck, his tall nose often poking his soft cheek, invading and demanding without satisfaction, sucking was a kind of comfort to him, he separated for a moment and pressed hard again.
Until more and more tears fell from the corners of Ye Yanze's eyes, his long straight eyelashes drooped, his expression could not be seen clearly, only his rapid breathing could be felt. He slightly opened his lips and suddenly raised his eyes to meet Ye Yanze's light purple eyes.
He was clearly crying, but his eyes remained calm, only slightly red from a physiological perspective, and he did not avoid his insatiable, dangerous gaze.
Luther chuckled and kissed the corners of his eyes, kissing away his tears.
"Did you cry when he kissed you?"
She pinched his Adam's apple again and asked calmly, "When he fucked you, did you cry out in pleasure?"
"We are going to get married, and the most important thing is to be honest."
Ye Yanze did not answer at all, but said calmly: "I will cancel the engagement when we return to the capital. Now that you have so many great wizards under your control, I think you have established yourself and you don't need the temple anymore."
Luther smiled and nodded: "You are right, the current joint meeting is in my hands."
"So if you offend me, the consequences will be disastrous."
Luther picked up the cloak and wrapped it around him, but did not let go of his hand. He stared at him with his affectionate eyes and said with a sigh.
"I don't care about your little nonsense, so don't test my bottom line. I will also feel bad if you cry."
His handsome face always had a kind of elegant melancholy when he frowned and sighed. He cupped his cheek and kissed him gently.
"Don't push me, be good."
Ye Yanze adapted well to this kind of threat, and he lowered his eyelashes without saying a word, as if he had acquiesced. Luther became unusually easy to talk to, and he would do the best he could without Ye Yanze bringing it up first.
In return, he had to endure his constant following and his madness every day. He forcibly tied Ye Yanze's hands and applied medicine to him. Every time he would be in a bad mood, and he would not stop until he tortured Ye Yanze until he cried.
"You've been so good lately."
Luther leaned against the head of the bed, his hair all fallen down, and he was wearing a loose black nightgown with the collar half open, revealing the outline of his muscles. He reached out and lifted Ye Yanze's long hair, and placed one hand on the quilt with his arm lines stretched taut.
Ye Yanze was lying on his side, curled up, sleeping with his brows furrowed and his eyes closed. Luther insisted on pinching a tuft of hair and tickling his nose until Ye Yanze opened his eyes and looked at him.
Luther smiled and lifted the quilt wrapped around him. Ye Yanze subconsciously grabbed the collar of his nightgown and warned him coldly: "Enough is enough."
Luther nodded casually, lifted the hem of his robe, and without much effort, stripped it all the way to his arms, and the soft cloth covered Ye Yanze's face. He hooked his fingers up the waistband and patted his waist.
"Lift it up a bit."
Ye Yanze couldn't see anything. There was a circle of blue light on his wrist and he couldn't move. His whole body was tense and his breathing became faster and faster.
Luther stepped on his silk pants and touched them over and over again. Could Ye Yanze feel the wet and hot touch on his body?
"It's so white. Now there's no mark at all."
Ye Yanze put his legs together, feeling inexplicably nervous, his chest trembling and rising and falling, not knowing what was waiting for him today. However, Luther held his clothes and helped him put them on, but he threw the silk pants on one side away, leaving only the nightgown on his body like a long skirt.
Luther reached out to wipe the sweat off Ye Yanze's forehead and tidied his hair, seeming to be very well behaved. He looked even smaller than Zelsa, and although he was also tall and had beautiful muscular lines, he didn't give people a sense of oppression.
He lay beside Ye Yanze and pulled him over with his arms. The pale blue light dissipated, and Luther grabbed Ye Yanze's raised hand, smiled and stuffed it into the quilt, pulling it towards him, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Ye Yanze's hands were very soft, and his arms were still numb after being forcibly lifted for a while, so he could only follow the will of Luther's hands. He half-closed his eyelashes, lying on his side on the pillow, forced to face Luther.
The scent on Luther's body was the same as the one on him now. He leaned close to his ear and praised him generously, not missing a single sound of his rapid breath.
"Look at me." Luther spoke softly, almost like a whisper.
Ye Yanze opened his eyes and glanced at him. Luther's face turned a little red, and there was a hint of intoxication in his dark blue eyes. This made people think that he was still a shy boy, which was in stark contrast to the scheming master of the family, and he would make soft-hearted people fall for him.
"Give me a kiss." Luther became more and more aggressive, pulling his wrist closer to him, and insisting on putting his head on his pillow, whispering a request.
"Help me, give me a kiss."
Ye Yanze looked at him coldly, as if he was watching a one-man show. Luther laughed softly, leaned over to kiss him on the lips, and at the same time, his hand was clenched by him.
Luther didn't let go of his hand. He grabbed his hand, lifted up his nightgown, and pressed it against his lower abdomen.
“This is dirty.”
Ye Yanze was almost exhausted from being harassed every other day. Fortunately, after they left the Gaia area and purified the last missed city, they could take a shortcut. With the help of many great wizards, they would be able to return to the royal capital soon.
By returning to the capital, he could at least hide from Luther for a few days.
Luther entered the capital, and did not attend the joint meeting or the royal court. He directly sent Ye Yanze back to the temple, but no one questioned this behavior. Moreover, Ye Yanze had already discovered that when they set out, the great wizards of the two families were no longer in the team.
He executed them directly, and no one dared to hold them accountable or even mention it. This is enough to show that Luther made Gene and Eli suffer a lot during this period of time.
Ye Yanze glanced at Luther, who was wearing a dark blue robe, and turned around to leave. Ed, who had been waiting for a long time, was about to cry at the door of the temple. Most of the people behind him were strangers.
"Your Highness."
Luther turned over and dismounted, walked to his side, lowered his head, and kissed his lips in front of everyone. No one dared to make a sound, and consciously lowered their heads to avoid it. Only Lydia, who was standing behind, took a cautious look.
Luther smiled and said, "I may be busy these days. I have to prepare for the engagement ceremony and give you a gift that suits your heart. So, I can't come to see you."
"Please take care of yourself. If you get sick at this time, I will be very angry. But of course I can't be angry with your highness. It must be that the servants are not good enough."
His tone was gentle, focused and affectionate when he lowered his eyes, but every word contained a threat.
"Your Highness is tired. Take a good rest these days."
Ye Yanze took a deep breath and responded in a low voice.
He'd better come up with a gift that can satisfy him. Ye Yanze endured all the way to the temple, but that didn't mean he could really do whatever he wanted to him without paying any chips.
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