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

Chapter 782: Green Plum Drunk (20)

After leaving the teahouse, Cheng Hui was filled with unresolved frustration. He went to the woods outside the city and practiced martial arts for three days straight without sleep to vent his anger.

His eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night, and he looked exhausted and disheveled.

On the night Liu Zhao came of age, it was a dark and windy night, and the wind blowing against her carried an eerie chill.

A dark figure flashed by and stood on the highest rooftop of the imperial city. The cold wind lifted the hem of his clothes, and the bright moon, hanging high in the sky, shone brightly and coldly behind him, scattering its light.

The man, sword in hand, stood at the highest point, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Eastern Palace within the imperial city.

A plump little bee landed on his shoulder. The man watched it for a moment, then, as if he had finally made up his mind, he vanished in a flash, heading to the place he had been longing for.

When Jiang Que woke up.

Wrapped in a blanket and held in someone's arms, my exposed face stung from the cold night wind.

Cheng Hui's haggard, gloomy, and scarlet eyes were revealed as he sneaked into the Eastern Palace at night and kidnapped him. He carried him silently all the way, using his light-footed skills to take him somewhere, only knowing that he was moving very fast. His face, exposed to the night wind, collided with the wind, causing him pain.

“Cheng Hui…”

[It's so cold, where are we going?]

Having been kidnapped by Cheng Hui, Jiang Que woke up wrapped in a blanket and held in his arms. In the cold wind, his throat was dry as he spoke.

The person holding him visibly tightened their grip. The struggle in their mind about this action ultimately succumbed to the desire in their heart. Ignoring Jiang Que, who had already woken up, they quickened their pace and left.

Jiang Que didn't know how long he had been flying, but since the man ignored him, he closed his eyes and slept peacefully again in Cheng Hui's arms.

When the time came, the man gently placed him on the bed, his body covered in the frost of the night. He sat on the edge of the bed, took his hand, and kissed him tenderly and repeatedly.

After the kiss, she reached out and stroked his face, her eyes never leaving him, her voice hoarse and strained: "Zhao'er..."

The moment the hand touched his face, Jiang Que, who was awake but had his eyes closed, turned his face away to avoid it.

Cheng Hui's hand froze in mid-air. Finally, unable to hold back the grievances and longing in her heart these past few days, she took Jiang Que's hand, placed it on her face, and kissed it. Warm tears streamed down her cheeks and onto Jiang Que's hand, wetting the area with Cheng Hui's soft sobs.

Jiang Que, who was lying on the bed with his head turned away, suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Cheng Hui, who was sitting on the edge of the bed and holding his hand.

Because there were no candles lit, the room was somewhat dark, and only the moonlight shining in from the window could make out his outline.

Jiang Que watched him silently for a few breaths, but finally couldn't bear it. He moved the hand that Cheng Hui was holding and wiped away the large amount of tears from Cheng Hui's eyes, his voice soft and gentle: "Why are you crying?"

[I'm not dead.]

It would have been better if Jiang Que hadn't spoken; his words only made Cheng Hui more upset.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding Jiang Que's hand, without saying a word, just holding his hand and crying.

Finally, feeling that holding hands was no longer enough to fill the void in his heart, she pounced on the bed and hugged him, her tear-streaked face like a cat's, nuzzling his neck affectionately, as if she had eaten a poisonous mushroom.

Jiang Que, who had just taken a shower before bed, felt a little disgusted by the sticky feeling of the tears. He pursed his lips and put his hand on Cheng Hui, wanting to kick him away. But as Cheng Hui kissed his neck and made soft moans, he instead put his arms around him and patted his back gently to comfort him.

As they patted each other, Cheng Hui, who hadn't rested in a long time, fell asleep leaning against Jiang Que.

I was sure he was fast asleep, but he looked exhausted. I don't know how he's been getting through these past few days.

Jiang Que moved his hands and pulled Cheng Hui onto the bed outside, then pulled the blanket over Cheng Hui.

After finishing with Jiang Que, he lay back down.

Cheng Hui, who was sleeping outside, couldn't rest. He insisted on turning over and squeezing in to find Jiang Que, who was keeping his distance from him because he hadn't showered for days. Only after holding him in his arms could he sleep peacefully.

Jiang Que really wanted to smother him to death.

I couldn't even be bothered to control my inner thoughts; I spent the whole night cursing and swearing while the birds sang sweetly.

Cheng Hui, who could hear Jiang Que's thoughts, was fast asleep and didn't hear a word. He just found it noisy and hugged Jiang Que even tighter.