p>Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and saw that Meng Huan had taken up half of the bed.
He had nowhere to lie, so he didn’t know what to say.

He took Meng Huan’s leg and pushed it to the inner side of the bed.

Then, a colorful and thick picture booklet was pushed out from under Meng Huan.

Lin Bozhou picked it up and read the poem first.

“There is a different sky in the tiny pot.
The iron ox plows the ground and grows golden lotus.”

Then, he saw the drawing.


The spring paintings had been turned over with apparent traces.
Lin Bozhou put his fingers on the pages and turned them back and forth, noticing brand-new ink marks on one of the pages.

Meng Huan should have drawn something on it but then erased it.

Did he make this mark? Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes.

He looked closely at the picture scroll again.
An eyesore of a painting, the thing popular in brothels.
Lin Bozhou only frowned when he saw it.

Compared to the rumored noble and cold young master, the young man before him seemed more proactive.

Previously, when Lin Bozhou took him back to the house, he thought he would throw him in the backyard and casually raise him.
He didn’t expect this person to repeatedly appear in front of him, constantly occupying his sight.

The previously cursing young master.

And the soft and obedient young man now.

In the end, which is the real you?

Retracting his gaze from Meng Huan’s body, Lin Bozhou swept through the spring paintings again, eyes dropping, and immediately closed it.

Early morning in the prince regent’s residence— the sun shone brightly, and the air was slightly hot.

The maids busily went in and out to put ice cubes to cool them down, moving very gently, afraid to wake up the prince and his wife on the bed.

Oh! There were spring paintings on the floor.

Last night, it was the first time Madam served him in bed.
He must’ve been tossed the whole night, right?

A bold maid quietly glanced at the bed and saw that the prince had his arms around the little madam, holding him tightly in his arms; she felt amazed.

The prince had never been close to beauty, and this large royal residence never had a madam, concubine, or inner family members.
The maids usually had little topics to talk about.

Now, the house finally came to life a little.

The maid tiptoed out the door.

Meng Huan sensed the stifling heat from being embraced on the bed and uncomfortably inclined his head.

Who the hell is it? It’s too hot being held.
He pushed away the body leaning against his own and rubbed his face, feeling more conscious.

He lowered his head and saw Lin Bozhou on the bed, seemingly on the verge of waking up, his thick, long eyelashes fluttering.


Meng Huan laid back on the bed, not moving, returned to his arms and rubbed his shoulder, confirming the same position as when Lin Bozhou embraced him just now.

When Lin Bozhou opened his eyes, he saw Meng Huan looking at himself with clear eyes.
“Your Highness, are you awake?”

Like a wife who was infatuatedly in love with him.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes again.
The young man in his arms was obedient and was like a cat lying in his arms.
Afraid that the action was not intimate enough, he moved with difficulty into his embrace.

Then…… he was rubbed by Meng Huan.


Then, Meng Huan silently moved away again.

These small back-and-forth movements were quite cute.
A muffled laugh slipped from Lin Bozhou’s throat, and he gently tilted his head, hugging Meng Huan more tightly into his arms.

The scent of sandalwood reached the tip of Meng Huan’s nose.

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