"Sweet, sweet?" After the long kiss, Zhong Minge came back to his senses after a while, his whole face red.
"Sweet, so sweet that it will melt me," Liao Chongwu said hoarsely, his eyes lingering wantonly on the half of his shoulder that was exposed. In the end, he reached out to pull his clothes up, saying hoarsely, "Put them on, don't catch a cold."
"No need to dress so neatly," Zhong Ming'e said with a red face. Her thick eyelashes trembled violently when she said this. "We will go to bed soon anyway."
At this point, Zhong Minge's fair and slender fingers gently climbed up the man's bronze arm and pinched it gently. Needless to say, both of them knew what this meant.
Liao Chongwu felt suffocated. Before he could do anything crazy, he took away the bowl and spoon from Zhong Minge's hand, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Minge's hair. He said softly, "Not tonight. It's getting late. Go to bed early."
"But...but you said no last night, too." Zhong Minge was a little angry. He pouted and looked at Liao Chongwu, deliberately provoking him, "Is it me or you who can't do it?"
"Why can't you feed her enough? Didn't she cry the night before yesterday and said she would never let me touch her again?" Liao Chongwu laughed dumbly. He leaned over and kissed Zhong Ming'e's grumbling mouth, and said softly, "We will be on the road early tomorrow morning. We have to sit in the carriage all day. You will definitely have a sore back by then. Just take a good rest tonight. Be good and listen to me."
"I know. Whatever you say is right," Zhong Ming'e said, still dissatisfied, but he finally calmed down. He rested his head on Liao Chongwu's thigh and let Liao Chongwu wipe his hair. He looked at the dim candlelight on the small table and suddenly said with emotion, "Liao Chongwu, we have known each other for fourteen years."
"Yes, it's been fourteen years," Liao Chongwu was also very emotional. While gently wiping Zhong Minge's hair, he whispered, "In the past fourteen years, I have watched you grow from the most fragile second prince to the most beloved prince of His Majesty. I have watched you get married, start a family, and be canonized as the Prince of Hui County..."
"Look at me, I was rejected by my father and kicked out of the capital," Zhong Minge said calmly, looking up at Liao Chongwu. "I used to be most afraid of being rejected by my father, because none of the princes rejected by my father had a good ending. They were either beheaded or imprisoned for life. The deposed crown prince is a living example. He was lucky to have the day to return to the capital."
"What about now? You are disliked by the emperor, but are you still afraid?" Liao Chongwu asked, holding his face.
"I was afraid at first. When I came out of the imperial study that day, I couldn't even walk. I don't even remember how I got on the carriage," Zhong Minge also looked at him, his clear eyes watching him without blinking, "But later, when I saw you, I was no longer afraid," Zhong Minge reached out and gently stroked Liao Chongwu's thin and resolute face, saying softly, "Really, Liao Chongwu, when I saw you, I felt at ease and was not afraid of anything."
"I know." Liao Chongwu's heart seemed to melt at the sight of those sparkling eyes. He bent down and kissed those eyes non-stop. After kissing for a long time, he tried to straighten up, but Zhong Ming'e grabbed his neck again. Then the two of them kissed again, "Ming'e, Ming'e, I'm here, here..."
Zhong Ming'e hugged the man tightly until his lips were numb from kissing him. Only then did he let go of Liao Chongwu. As soon as his wet eyes saw Liao Chongwu's lips that were slightly swollen from being kissed, he couldn't help laughing: "Haha! Liao Chongwu! Liao Chongwu! Why are you so stupid? Haha!"
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