Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 788: Green Plum Drunk (26)

In this world, this is Jiang Que's first time returning home.

Cheng Hui originally wanted to go to Jiang Que's house, but she couldn't resist someone's forceful actions, or perhaps it was someone's sudden appearance that, like a surprise blind box, was openly displayed before her eyes, disturbing her peaceful life.

He... just forgot about it.

after all……

Looking at the person standing at the door, who came empty-handed without bringing any gifts, perhaps for them, the arrival of that person was the best gift.

After standing at the door for a long time, Cheng Hui sighed and stepped aside to let him in.

The man was delighted, kissed him on the cheek, and slowly walked inside.

Since it was his first time there, the man curiously looked around the room after entering, touching this and that.

When she touched him, she was afraid that Cheng Hui wouldn't like it, so she would ask him every time, which would annoy him. But when she thought that he was the person she liked, she let him be.

"Take it easy, don't drop it," Cheng Hui said worriedly.

Jiang Que held the fragile items Cheng Hui had returned to her room and smiled, "Okay."

Jiang Que left at some point.

The visitors showed no awareness of being guests, acting like the head of the household, looking around and observing Cheng Hui's expression, gradually touching on the taboos in Cheng Hui's room. Seeing that Cheng Hui did not object, they became even more unscrupulous.

Anyway, Jiang Que was still at home when Cheng Hui fell asleep. He didn't know when he left. He was too tired and only vaguely heard the sound of the door closing quietly so as not to wake him.

Cheng Hui, who had always thought Jiang Que hadn't brought any gifts when he came to visit, vaguely saw many beautifully wrapped gifts on the table after Jiang Que left.

These were all gifts that someone had carefully selected and saved for many years before finally having the courage to give them to him.

Cheng Hui didn't say anything about the meeting, but his satisfied expression showed his contentment.

When I woke up and opened my eyes, the first person I saw was still him.

Sleeping in a carriage, embracing someone and lying together, covered with a soft brocade quilt.

In the early morning, insects and birds chirped in the mountain forest; it was quiet yet noisy, with no one around.

The air that flowed into the carriage through the curtain was slightly cool. Awakened, Cheng Hui snuggled up to Jiang Que, who was warmer. The man's hand was on his waist, but Cheng Hui didn't notice. He just pressed closer to Jiang Que, his lips intentionally or unintentionally brushing against his collarbone.

Cheng Hui woke up.

But last night's impulsiveness has left him unsure how to begin.

Pretending to be asleep, she nestled in Jiang Que's arms, feeling the body temperature on someone that didn't belong to him but resonated with his own. Her heart raced, and her face burned terribly.

The person holding him knew he was pretending to be asleep, and a low laugh was stuck in his chest. Cheng Hui, who was very close to him, could feel the vibration of his suppressed laughter.

Cheng Hui was embarrassed and angry, but she liked the person in front of her too much and couldn't bear to hit him. She could only hold her breath and turn over in Jiang Que's arms, turning her back to him.

Cheng Hui was pulled back to sleep by the person behind her.

They were all awake.

But he couldn't bear to leave the lazy carriage that kept moving around inside.

This mountain road is not exactly hidden.

There are villages nearby, and as dawn breaks, hunters might come up the mountain to hunt at any time.

Cheng Hui started the car first.

After picking up the clothes that had been carelessly thrown around last night and putting them on, she awkwardly went to tidy up someone's red clothes that were still lying on the ground next to the bonfire that had long since burned to ashes.

The red clothes were brightly colored, and the dirt on them was not very noticeable.

Cheng Hui picked it up and patted off the dirt. Because it had been outside overnight and had absorbed dew, it was a little damp in his hand.

But such a precious and beautiful material.

Cheng recalled the man she had seen last night, who appeared from the carriage like a fairy.

He looks good in this outfit.

She looks good even without wearing it.

Cheng Hui packed her things while looking down and smiling.

Jiang Que, who finally got up from the car, tied the belt of his inner garment, his long hair cascading down his back. He sat in the car, his slender fingers lifting a corner of the black curtain. He saw Cheng Hui holding his outer garment tightly to the left, as if it were a precious treasure, and even bending down to use his other hand to tidy up his basket.

Although I couldn't see his face, I could feel his joy through his silhouette, and... the deep respect and love he held for the owner of the clothes he was holding.

He lifted the curtain and hung it aside, revealing half of the dark and warm interior of the carriage. Jiang Que, dressed in only a single garment, leaned against the carriage door, looking at him with affectionate eyes and bright red lips.

Not far away, Cheng Hui, who had finished packing, bent down to pick up his basket. He seemed to struggle a little, but then frowned, straightened up, and rubbed his lower back.

Feeling much more comfortable, he picked up the basket from the ground again and slung it over his shoulder.

Turn around.

He bumped into Jiang Que, who was sitting at the carriage door, wearing a red robe, with long black hair draped behind him, and exceptionally red lips, leaning against the door and smiling at him.

Like a newlywed who just married him last night and was woken up by her new husband.

Especially that lip color... even more vibrant and red than last night.

There also seemed to be red marks from where he had bitten her without much experience.

That tense, heart-pounding feeling came back.

Cheng Hui coughed lightly, walked over with the basket slung over one shoulder, and Jiang Que's red coat tucked into his other hand.

Cheng Hui ignored Cheng Hui's eyes as they moved, placed the things on the horse, and without mentioning the events of the previous night, said, "There's a stream ahead; I'll go fetch some."

After saying that, he rummaged through his basket and took out a water bag. Without daring to look at Jiang Que, he lowered his head and hurriedly left.

Jiang Que stared at his back and scoffed.

She even became shy.

I was quite daring last night.

As for where this gallbladder came from, never mind.

...

When Cheng Hui washed herself clean and brought the water back, Jiang Que had already changed into a new set of clothes, dressed herself up beautifully, and stood outside the carriage in a black and red dress with gold ornaments on her head.

Three years had passed since they last met. The exceptionally tall figure leaned against the carriage, playing with the jade pendant tassel hanging from his waist, head down, waiting idly outside for him to return.

Hearing a noise in the woods, the man looked up and glanced at Cheng Hui, his face expressionless, the bells on his feet jingling.

Cheng Hui had watched the man grow from childhood into the tall and handsome man he was today. After three years apart, he was much taller than her.

The man didn't say anything when he saw him come back, but just came over, took the things he was carrying, and as if to express his gratitude, reached out and wiped Cheng Hui's lips.

After applying the ointment, he withdrew Cheng Hui's fingers, gently placed them on his lips, and kissed them.

Those captivating eyes that looked at him seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, a reward for his efforts, an indirect kiss.

Without Cheng Hui's prompting, when Cheng Hui felt hot again, the man took a water bag and went to the other end of the carriage to wash up briefly.

That red figure, the bells ringing on his ankles as he moved, especially last night, echoed continuously through the mountains and forests, like a deadly absurdity, urging him to ascend to paradise as soon as possible.

Annoying, isn't it?

No.

He loved it.

Like him as much as you like him as a person.

Especially when she thought about how she was the one who sent the bell, and how she personally grabbed his ankle and put it on him.

Many years ago, he left his own unique mark on himself.

Cheng Hui liked it even more.

He kept it and never took it off.

Each step produced a sound.

Think it through step by step.

My love...

Your Highness the Crown Prince.