Chapter 59 Ji Zhiyang, I like you but I won’t marry

Gu Huai carried Ji Zhiyang back home and ordered the servants to prepare water for bathing.

He held Ji Zhiyang in his arms, untied his belt, took off his outer robe, and threw it on the screen. He also took off his clothes, held him in his arms and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water in the pool made Ji Zhiyang open his eyes. He frowned slightly, as if he was not used to the sudden moisture.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes misty, and looked at Gu Huai with a dazed look, mumbling, "Gu Huai?"

Gu Huai stroked his long hair gently and said, "I'm here! Just now in the carriage, you vomited all over me. I need to wash myself." After he finished speaking, he took the bath towel on the edge of the tub and wiped his body. His movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Ji Zhiyang staggered? He stood up, moved closer to Gu’s arms, hugged his neck, and said coquettishly, “It hurts so much…”

Gu Huai leaned against the wall of the tub and patted his back. "I'll ask someone to prepare some hangover soup. You'll feel better after drinking it."

Ji Zhiyang buried his head in his chest, rubbed it for a while, raised his head to look at him, and suddenly said, "Are you going to get married?" His voice was low and hoarse, like a wounded animal, which made people feel distressed.

Gu Huai pecked the corner of his mouth, hugged him in his arms, and said softly, "No."

This matter? Father mentioned it once. That day at the Third Brother's house, the Third Brother told him about it again. How did it get to Ji Zhiyang's ears?

Ji Zhiyang's tone was full of resentment and grievance, with a hint of tears, "You liar, you clearly have one, why don't you admit it?" As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks and fell on Gu Huai's shoulders, "You are about to get married, why do you keep me in the palace?"

"What did I do to make you hate me so much? And you forced me to sign a contract? You are simply not a human! You really have no heart... Why are you so annoying?"

"...Me? Really, in your heart, am I just a servant?"

Under the influence of alcohol, he vented his dissatisfaction with Gu and poured out all the grievances that were pent up in his heart.

Gu Huai hugged Ji Zhiyang tightly, letting him beat her, and kissed his cheeks and temples with her lips, "I? Never hated you. For what happened before?, I? Apologize to? You, okay?"

Ji Zhiyang was drunk, so how could he listen to his so-called apology? He continued to pound his back, as if he didn't feel he had vented enough anger, and then he opened his mouth? Biting his left shoulder.

Gu Huai groaned, but did not push Ji Zhiyang away. He hugged him even tighter, allowing him to vent his emotions.

After a while, Ji Zhiyang was probably tired, and he lay limply on Gu Huai's shoulder, breathing weakly, like a pitiful little kitten, very lovable.

Gu held him in his arms, reached out to grab the clean clothes beside the bathtub and wrapped them around him, then picked him up horizontally and walked towards the bed.

Ji Zhiyang put his arm around his neck and pressed his whole face against his. Gu Huai sat on the bed and let him sit on top of her. He picked up the hangover soup on the low table and patted his back, saying softly, "Drink the hangover soup."

Ji Zhiyang leaned on his shoulder, sniffed, and didn't move. After a while, he said in a crying voice: "You still want me? Pay back the money, want me? One hundred thousand taels? Gold... You just want me? Stay in the palace as a slave for the rest of my life, right? You want me to pay for the medicine when I'm injured? Pay..."

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he felt. He even sobbed and cried, "You are such a bad person, wuwu... Me? I want to go home..."

Gu Huai's heart ached, he reached out and stroked Ji Zhiyang's long black hair, gently pulling him up from his shoulders. Ji Zhiyang's eyes were wet, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision, he looked so pitiful, making people feel pity for him.

Gu Huai held Ji Zhiyang's face, rubbed his cheek with his thumb, and kissed the corner of his eye. Their noses touched, and their breaths blended.

"I just want you to stay by my side, and I don't really want you to be a slave."

His lips slid down to Ji Zhiyang's lips, biting his soft lips gently and sucking them, "Ji Zhiyang, I? I like you."

When did it start? I don't know. If I have to ask, maybe it was when Gu Jing took you away... If I go back further, it was probably when you said you loved me?...

Ji Zhiyang closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, feeling extremely drunk. For a moment, he could not tell whether this was a dream or reality.

This must be a dream. If it is a dream, let this dream last a little longer...

Gu kissed the silver thread at the corner of his lips, licked his pink lips lightly, and slid the tip of his tongue into his mouth.

Ji Zhiyang felt dizzy and instinctively opened his mouth to respond to him.

Gu Huai kissed him deeply, and waited until he started breathing unevenly before letting him go.

My lips slowly moved down to his neck, kissed his Adam's apple, and licked it gently... I clamped my hands around his waist and lifted him up a little, fitting in with him closely...

Ji Zhiyang moaned softly, wrapping his arms around his neck. Gu Huai's kiss meandered down his neck, and when he saw the scar on his left chest, he paused, then leaned down and kissed it lightly.

His lips were soft, and his warm breath sprayed on Ji Zhiyang's skin, making it itchy. He was already drunk, and at this moment, he felt even more numb.

Ji Zhiyang squinted his eyes, and saw Gu Huai's handsome face in his hazy vision. He couldn't help but lean over and kiss him, then stepped back and continued to stare at his face for a few seconds. He raised his hands to hold his cheeks and kissed him again.

First she kissed his lips, then the tip of his nose, then moved away? She kissed his eyes, forehead, cheeks... and finally landed on his cool lips, moving back and forth, unwilling to move away? .

Gu Huai grabbed the back of Ji Zhiyang's head and took charge of the next actions.

The two of them were entangled with each other's lips and tongues. Ji Zhiyang opened his mouth to welcome Gu Huai's tongue, sucking all the sweet silver in his mouth into his own mouth and swallowing it into his stomach. Gu Huai's big hand fell below his lower abdomen...

Ji Zhiyang raised his head and let out soft moans, his voice hoarse and seductive.

Gu Huai looked at him and saw that his eyes were half closed and his face was red, obviously still drunk. He kissed Ji Zhiyang's lips, put his arms around his waist, pressed him down on the bed, and turned over to cover him.

Ji Zhiyang's eyes seemed to be covered with mist. He hooked his hands around Gu Huai's neck and pulled him down. He couldn't wait to kiss his lips, and his tongue flexibly teased Gu Huai's tongue. Gu Huai's breathing became rapid because of his teasing. He grabbed his legs with both hands and lifted him up...

The lips and tongues separated, and the two people's foreheads were pressed together, breathing rough and rapid.

Gu Huai kissed his neck, leaving dense marks on it.

He rested his head on Ji Zhiyang's shoulder, smelled the faint rose scent on him, and called his name softly, "Ji Zhiyang."

He called out very softly, his voice hoarse and sexy. But the person under him didn't move at all.

Gu Huai raised his head and looked at him, his eyes met his sleeping face. He was lying quietly beside the pillow, breathing steadily, and he had already fallen asleep.

Gu Huai reached out and brushed away his sticky, sweaty hair, and kissed him on the lips, gently, slowly, tracing the shape of his lips. After a moment, she moved to his ear, held his earlobe, and sucked it a few times.

He kissed him again and again, Ji Zhiyang's body trembled slightly, but he didn't close his eyes.

After a while, he lay on Ji Zhiyang's shoulder and took a few deep breaths. He looked up at him and pecked his lips a few times. He stood up, told the servants to prepare hot water, bathed him, and changed him into dry pajamas, then held him and lay back on the bed.

Seeing him sleeping, Gu Huai's mood became much happier, and she couldn't help but curl her eyebrows and let a smile creep onto the corners of her mouth. She gave Ji Zhiyang another light kiss on the forehead, and then hugged him to sleep.

When Ji Zhiyang woke up, it was already daybreak. He rubbed his eyes dazedly and glanced at the surroundings. He felt dazed for a moment, as if he had blacked out after drinking too much yesterday.

My mind was in a mess, my thoughts were sluggish, I couldn't remember the details, I didn't even remember how I got back to the palace.

He struggled to sit up and rubbed his sore temples. Waist? Pain came from it, making him frown and gasp, and put his hands on his waist to rub it.

It's normal to have a headache when drunk, but why does my waist hurt too?

Could it be that he drank too much yesterday and accidentally fell?

Ji Zhiyang rubbed his waist and tried to recall what happened yesterday. His memory of being drunk last night was very scattered, mostly the scene of him drinking with Han Jingzhi in Xianxianglou... But later he seemed to vaguely see Gu Huai... It seemed like he was dreaming...

However, he did not come back on time for dinner yesterday, so I'm afraid he will be furious today.

Forget it, who cares!

He had just lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed when the door creaked open and Gu Huai walked in with porridge in his hand. Ji Zhiyang was startled, and quickly retracted his hand, lay back on the bed, and pulled the quilt to wrap himself up.

Gu Huai walked to the bed and patted it gently through the quilt, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ji Zhiyang pretended to be asleep and ignored him, covering himself tightly with the quilt.

Gu Huai reached out and pulled his quilt away. Ji Zhiyang closed his eyes and turned his back to him.

Gu Huai chuckled.

He put the tray on the low table and said softly, "Get up and eat something."

Ji Zhiyang hid under the quilt and said in a low voice, "I'm not hungry."

Gu Huai sat on the edge of the bed, put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a doting tone: "You had a hangover last night, and your stomach must be uncomfortable if you don't eat. Be obedient and drink the porridge."

Seeing that Ji Zhiyang still didn't move, he leaned over, picked him up, sat him on his lap, and picked up the bowl of porridge to feed him.

Ji Zhiyang didn't know what he wanted to do, and struggled to resist. Gu Huai, however, held him tightly and scooped porridge to his lips.

Ji Zhiyang reached out for the bowl, "Me? Do it yourself."

Gu Huai held the spoon, blew the porridge in the spoon to cool it down and put it to his mouth, "Me? Feed you."

Ji Zhiyang turned his head away, "Me? As a servant, how dare I let my master serve me."

Gu Huai chuckled: "Who said you were a slave? Huh?"

Ji Zhiyang snorted coldly and did not answer.

Gu Huai stroked his back gently and coaxed him, "Be good and eat the porridge."

Ji Zhiyang twisted a few times to avoid his touch and tried to move down, but he was firmly restrained by him, so he had to give up.

Ji Zhiyang refused to drink, so Gu Huai put the bowl of porridge on the low table, put his arms around his waist and let him sit on his legs and look at him.

Ji Zhiyang turned his head away.

Gu Huai gently pinched his chin and forced him to turn his head.

Ji Zhi raised his eyebrows and asked, "What on earth are you going to do?"

I didn't come back for dinner yesterday. Are you here to blame me?

You're about to get married? Why are you coming back?

To serve you?

Gu Huai smiled softly, put her lips close to the corner of his mouth and pecked it lightly.

Ji Zhi frowned and thought about it. Gu Huai hugged him tightly and said, "Are you drunk because you know that I am going to get married and you are sad?"

How does he know?

Was it him who picked me up yesterday?

...What does he mean by asking this?

Do you want to show off to me?

Ji Zhiyang hesitated for a second and turned his head away, "No!"

Gu Huai smiled and gently pinched his chin, asking him to look at her, "Really?"

Ji Zhiyang slapped his hand away, "No! Me? Why should I be sad? Me? I can't even wait to be happy! Me? I should even congratulate you?!"

Not only congratulations, I also wish you all the best, may you be infertile and have many children and grandchildren!

Gu Huai laughed, pinched his cheek, and put his arm around his waist to pull him forward, "Me? You don't look like you're congratulating me?"

He was very close to him, and his breath sprayed on Ji Zhiyang's cheeks, making him feel itchy.

He moved closer and suddenly kissed him on the lips.

Ji Zhiyang's body froze for a moment, and he immediately reached out to push his chest, angrily shouting: "Let go?...You...uh..."

What on earth is he trying to do?

He is about to get married, why is he still doing this?

What does he take him for?

Ji Zhiyang tried to pry it open. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to get out of his arms. Gu Zhiyang refused to give in, holding him tightly in his arms, looking into his angry eyes, and said seriously: "I? I won't marry."