◇ Chapter 42: That’s it?
It was half an hour later when I came out of the bathtub.
An Qin dragged his wet nightgown to the closet to get dry clothes to change into.
As soon as I opened the wardrobe, I saw a pile of dark-colored clothes beside the all-white and blue wide-sleeved clothes. One of them looked particularly familiar. It was the one I had made when I took the account book earlier.
An Qin shrank his gaze as if he was scalded, hurriedly pulled out a black shirt from his bottom, took off his wet and thin nightgown in a few seconds, and quickly put on the black shirt to cover his snow-white skin.
Shen Yanheng dried his hair, and An Qin was still standing there, with his head lowered, motionless.
The jet-black brocade made the exposed skin of his wrists and neck look like snow. He was clearly not even wearing a belt, and his clothes were loose like a tube. However, the thin material blew in the wind and stuck to his skin, outlining the entire contour of An Qin's back.
Chen Yanheng's Adam's apple moved, and just by looking at it, the anger that had been suppressed with great difficulty showed signs of rising again.
Seven days is too long.
Even a saint could not help being together day and night for seven days.
Chen Yanheng took a deep breath, his voice much hoarser than before: "Standing there, waiting for me to carry you into the bridal chamber?"
An Qin's messy thoughts were shattered by this scoundrel-like teasing. His face darkened and he walked away silently with his head down.
Being threatened and teased by Chen Yanheng had become a habit for An Qin. When he was already lying on the bed, he realized belatedly that Chen Yanheng had no leverage to threaten him this time.
An Qin's expression tensed for a moment, and he pursed his lips uncomfortably. His hands were already secretly in a defensive posture, waiting for the scoundrel next to him to come over so that he could take the opportunity to roll off the bed.
But no.
The candle flame condensed and fell, almost extinguishing the remaining flickering flame. Apart from an unignorable scorching gaze beside him, he did not move at all.
An Qin frowned even more, and even felt a little uncomfortable.
"I said I wouldn't force you, and I will never force you. I'm not someone who goes back on my word."
Of course not, he broke his promises far more often than he kept them. An Qin complained in his heart, ignoring what Chen Yanheng said, not saying a word, and quietly closed his eyes.
Chen Yanheng then asked, "Do you hate it or do you like it when I hold you in my arms while sleeping?"
He still came. He knew he was inferior. How could this shameless guy let it go?
Chen Yanheng turned sideways and looked directly at the young man on the outside: "Tell the truth."
Of course, a man doesn't like it when another man holds him while he sleeps, but if you want to talk about dislike...
An Qin subconsciously recalled the previous times when he was "forced" to share a bed with Shen Yanheng. Although he felt it was weird, it was not to the point of disgust.
An Qin chose to remain silent.
He had thought that no matter what he answered, Shen Yanheng would eventually go back on his word and come over to him, just like he always did. But just like when they got into bed just now, Shen Yanheng just looked at him for a while, then sighed softly, "Whatever."
So he turned back and lay flat like Anqin.
that's all?
An Qin pursed his lips even tighter, almost forming a straight line, and his body was tense like a fully drawn bow. The low anxiety in his heart did not ease because Chen Yanheng did not approach him, but instead worsened, as if an invisible curtain covered him up, and even breathing required extra effort.
Chen Yanheng was truly motionless, only sighing twice to express his disappointment, and then he spoke softly, "You are not allowed to touch me, nor to hold me. Tomorrow is the Qiqiao Festival, come with me for a walk, it won't be difficult for you."
The Qiqiao Festival was originally a festival where women in Daliang made lanterns themselves and prayed to become more dexterous. However, it has now become a lantern festival as lively as the Lantern Festival. Unmarried girls will choose to make lanterns by hand and give them to their loved ones, praying together for everything to go well. Few people really seek skills anymore, and they just wish to be dexterous.
An Qin originally thought it was inappropriate. The streets would be filled with couples, and it would be very strange for him and Shen Yanheng to walk together. It would only attract more attention and draw more attention. But when he thought about not going out and staying in the mansion, he was afraid that this guy would play some tricks on him again. He nodded calmly: "Oh."
Chen Yanheng: "Then I'll call you tomorrow."
An Qin: “Yeah.”
Chen Yanheng closed his eyes: "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed, just relax. Without your permission, I promise I will never cross this line tonight."
He made a light stroke with his hand, leaving a dent on the thin bedding, and turned his back to Anqin.
An Qin felt mixed emotions, and the curtain in his heart seemed to weigh even heavier. He tried desperately to reach the exit and escape, but he couldn't find the end.
He gave up struggling dejectedly and stared at the ceiling quietly, waiting for the sound of gentle breathing to come from beside him - Chen Yanheng fell asleep. He really didn't do anything he didn't want to do, and just fell asleep beside him without any defense.
An Qin's hand touched the edge of the bed and grasped the dagger in his palm.
After a moment, An Qin released his hand and let the hidden weapon slide into his boot.
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