Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Chapter 144 It doesn’t hurt

Zong Sheng stared blankly at the rain lines that were densely interwoven into a net, like a big sack covering his head, making it so suffocating that he could hardly breathe. The thunder seemed to be near yet far away, striking down from time to time, and white light suddenly appeared, making people's hearts tremble violently.

"What are you thinking about?" Chi Yue closed his umbrella and walked into the pavilion, casually brushing off the rain on his body. In such heavy rain, holding an umbrella was really unnecessary; it couldn't stop the wind or the rain.

Zong Sheng was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear Chi Yue approaching. Even with his exceptional Qing Gong skills, if he got within ten feet of Zong Sheng, he would still be spotted. But now that Chi Yue was right in front of Zong Sheng, he suddenly realized what was happening and was horrified.

"What's wrong?" Chi Yue stepped forward and touched his forehead. "You looked pale just now. Why are you still outside in the wind? Go back."

“…” Zong Sheng looked up at the person who was almost standing in front of him. His throat was dry and astringent, and he couldn’t speak for a long time. His heart was beating fast, as if it wanted to break open his chest and force him to scream.

Chi Yue sat down next to Zong Sheng. "What are you looking at in this stormy weather? Is there anything in this yard?"

Chi Yue asked again: "Why did you run just now?"

Zong Sheng hastily turned his eyes away, unable to answer. Why had he run away just now? Was it just because Chi Yue was so close to him? Then why was he so panicked?

Zong Sheng was not only a block of wood, but also a mute. Chi Yue smiled, stopped asking questions, opened his umbrella, reached out and took Zong Sheng's hand, and led him out of the pavilion. The two were instantly enveloped by the wind and rain, and Chi Yue naturally slid closer to Zong Sheng.

"Go back quickly. My clothes are wet again."

Zong Sheng's ears suddenly turned red because of Chi Yue's words. Just now, he saw Chi Yue changing clothes as if he was being roasted on a fire, his whole body was hot and unbearable. Now, if Chi Yue said a word, he wanted to escape.

But Chi Yue held Zong Sheng's hand tightly. Feeling his stiffness, Chi Yue lowered his head slightly and hid his smile.

"I just boiled the water, hurry up and take off your clothes and wipe yourself." Chi Yue turned around and saw that Zong Sheng, the stupid block of wood, was still standing at the door without moving an inch.

Chi Yue walked over, picked up the person again and pulled him into the inner room, then closed the door behind him.

Although Chi Yue had just changed his clothes, they were all wet again after walking outside. His black hair stuck to his face, dripping with water, and the water droplets ran down his cheeks and neck and into his collar.

Zong Sheng watched like this, and for some unknown reason, he reached out his hand and wiped the water droplets on the side of Chi Yue's neck. His palm was scorching hot, and Chi Yue was stunned for a moment. The raindrops from the ends of his hair fell on the back of Zong Sheng's hand. Zong Sheng was startled, but did not retract his hand. Chi Yue's skin was wet and cold, and Zong Sheng suddenly wanted to hug him in his arms to warm him up.

"It seems to be quite hot," Chi Yue smiled, unbuttoned Zong Sheng's belt, and opened his shirt, "Hurry up and change your clothes."

Zong Sheng came to his senses with a start and hurriedly pushed Chi Yue away: "I... I can do it myself."

Chi Yue took off his outer robe and wrung out a hot handkerchief. Zong Sheng took off his shirt with Chi Yue on his back. His heart was like a tangled mess of wool. Suddenly, the warm handkerchief touched his back. He was so startled that he almost jumped up. He turned around and grabbed Chi Yue's hand.

"What's wrong? I'm just wiping your back. Did you get a thorn on your body today? Why can't you touch it?" Chi Yue looked innocent, but Zong Sheng blushed, his heart beat fast, and he was sweating.

Chi Yue's right hand holding the towel was pinched, so he stretched out his left hand and touched Zong Sheng's chest. His hand was very cold, but it seemed to ignite Zong Sheng, and Zong Sheng's body became even hotter.

Zong Sheng wasn't a child who didn't know anything. Back in Fuzhou, he'd been following Qi Xiao in and out of the brothels every few days. Even though he'd never eaten pork, he'd watched pigs run around all day. It wasn't that he didn't know what was wrong with him; it was precisely because he knew that he was nervous and afraid. He couldn't control himself anymore. The beast locked up inside him was roaring and snarling, ready to break free at any moment. Facing Chi Yue, he didn't know what to do.

This is Chi Yue. How could he think that?! How could he think that about Chi Yue?! He'd probably be beaten to death...

But why was Chi Yue so close to him? Rubbing his back, caressing him? That day, when Chi Yue was drunk, he said he missed him terribly, that he had been thinking about him for ten years... So, what did that mean?

"...Chi Yue..."

"Ok?"

"……I……"

Chi Yue was getting anxious waiting. This fool was really stupid!

Chi Yue couldn't bear it anymore and rushed over to kiss Zong Sheng.

"Pah." The handkerchief fell to the ground, and the slight sound seemed like the sound of Zongsheng's mind breaking.

Zongsheng's response was awkward, but Chi Yue liked it very much, and the more he liked it, the more he wanted to tease him.

Chi Yue pushed the man onto the bed, pressed him down, and whispered in Zong Sheng's ear, "I'll make you feel comfortable."

Zong Sheng's whole body stiffened. This... was not what he thought... But, this was Chi Yue... Zong Sheng gritted his teeth. How about he just endure it?

Chi Yue pried open Zong Sheng's teeth and kissed him until he felt dizzy. It seemed like it would be okay if he just endured it?

Chi Yue couldn't help laughing: "What's with that fearless look? Don't you like me kissing you?"

Chi Yue clamped Zong Sheng's chin and forced him to look at him: "Hmm? Do you like it? Or don't you like it?"

"...I like him." Zong Sheng looked at Chi Yue's cheeks, which were slightly flushed. He only had eyes for him. How could he not like him? But how could he really like him?

Chi Yue smiled. He was anxious and didn't want to bear it anymore, but he was reluctant to be anxious. At this moment, Zong Sheng was very well behaved and let him rub and lick him at will. Zong Sheng was tormented by him so much that he obviously couldn't bear it anymore, but he was still holding on. This look really made Chi Yue like him very much.

The pain Zong Sheng had been thinking about endured hadn't come yet. Chi Yue seemed to be scraping his heart back and forth with a blunt, rusty knife, driving him crazy! He really couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly grabbed Chi Yue's waist.

Zong Sheng moved quickly, but Chi Yue reacted even faster. He grabbed Zong Sheng's hand and leaned down to kiss him gently.

"Zong Sheng, in this world, you are the only one who can make me hurt."

……

The beast escaped from its cage and ran rampant.

Outside, there was wind and rain, lightning and thunder. I don't know how long it took, but it finally calmed down. The rain was still falling, and the wind had not stopped, but it was no longer howling. The sky seemed to be brighter.

Zong Sheng's breathing also returned to normal. He seemed to be crazy, or as if he had had a big dream. He couldn't believe it, but he couldn't help but believe it.

Chi Yue lay beside him, eyes closed as if asleep.

"...does it hurt?"

Chi Yue didn't open his eyes and smiled softly: "It won't hurt as long as you are here."

"...I'm sorry... Do you remember what happened that day?"

"What day was it?"

"Mid-Autumn Festival." That day, Chi Yue got drunk and acted crazy. Zong Sheng hugged him and coaxed him, saying that he was here and it didn't hurt anymore.

Chi Yue lazily raised his eyelids, moved a little, and rested his head on Zong Sheng's chest: "Remember."

"Then..." Was it intentional that day?

Chi Yue didn't say anything, he fell asleep.

"..."

Zong Sheng tucked the quilt for Chi Yue and gently stroked the whip wound on Chi Yue's arm with his fingers. The flesh wound had almost healed and now there was only a shallow red mark. Just like Chi Yue himself said, the medicine in the palace was extraordinary and would not leave scars. Zong Sheng should feel relieved, but he felt very uncomfortable. Those scars that were washed away were like washing away Chi Yue's past, and even wiping out Chi Yue as a person, turning him into a ghost and a lonely soul.

"I won't let you get hurt again."