Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

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“Your Highness,” You Jin said cautiously, “the kitchen asks when Your Highness will eat?”

Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes. “Let them keep the food warm so that Huan Huan can eat when he wakes up.”

“Ay.”

You Jin retreated and went out the door.

Lin Bozhou and Meng Huan were left in the bed chamber. Lin Bozhou wrung a warm handkerchief to wipe Meng Huan’s sweaty fair forehead. His fingers stopped at his ear, seeing the dark and greasy hair stuck on his rosy lips, and he gently removed it with his long and slender fingertips.

He looked at the sick and thin man with his eyes tightly closed in front of him.

After only a few days of not seeing him, he was a little hard to recognize, so you could imagine how much suffering he had suffered following that group of barbarians.

Lin Bozhou wiped clean the stains on the back of his hand. Like he couldn’t help it anymore, he leaned down and gently lowered his forehead, gritting his teeth. “Huan Huan, maybe if I wait for you one more day later, I will go crazy……”

The person in his arms was still unconscious and did not reply.

“Imperial Physician Zhou said you are weak, and I can not touch you.” Lin Bozhou kissed his lips and rubbed them together hotly. “But I have missed you for so long. I really want to hold you and ruthlessly……”

The words spoken by Lin Bozhou, whose face was calm, were like the self-talk of a madman out of control, with a low, muffled tone. “You took my life away.”

The bed chamber remained quiet and peaceful. Lin Bozhou wiped his forehead and sat, still not completely recovering from the feeling of regaining something after losing it.

He sat by the bed all afternoon without listening to any advice and just sat there, still feeling that it was never enough to sit and stay with Meng Huan.

Finally, the figure in the bedding gently moved.

Meng Huan’s long and slender eyelashes trembled lightly, not knowing whether it was due to a nightmare or his body was uncomfortable, and his lips opened slightly, “Lin…… Lin Bozhou……”

“Mm, Huan Huan?” Lin Bozhou half leaned over to look at him. Meng Huan seemed choked, his chest shook violently, and he opened his eyes with a sweaty face; his dark, glistening eyes looked at Lin Bozhou.

His eyes were a little lax and unfocused. He dreamt that he was locked in that woodshed, and it was raining outside the window, with the rain pouring down on him through the leaky tiles; his body was cold to the bone.

Seeing the man before him, Meng Huan’s eyes regained clarity, and he said, “Husband……”

Lin Bozhou lightly pinch his chin. “Still recognize this husband, good.”

The familiar words could drown people. Meng Huan pursed his lips and looked around with a little confusion. “Am I back in the residence?”

“Back,” Lin Bozhou’s palm covered the side of his face. Meng Huan seemed to feel comfortable and rubbed his palm. The corners of his lips lifted slightly, “Huan Huan is very smart. This husband read the hints in Huan Huan’s letter, withdrew his guard, and finally waited until he brought you out, thus saving Huan Huan.”

Meng Huan’s lips were dry, blinking, still a bit unresponsive.

After a long time, he nodded. “Where is he?”

“An Chui?” Lin Bozhou said, “locked up in prison.”

Meng Huan finally sighed with relief.

He felt that the nightmare that had plagued him was finally over.

He looked at Lin Bozhou, who also looked at him. When their eyes met, an indescribable atmosphere filled them, and both seemed to have much to say.

Meng Huan originally wanted to make a scene, complain, and sell misery, but now, he seemed to have no energy anymore, bringing up, “That letter–”

That letter was filled with disgust and hatred for Lin Bozhou. Even if it was fake, Meng Huan didn’t want to really upset him.

“This husband knows,” Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes. “When Huan Huan said he didn’t like this husband, it was all a lie.”

“……”

About the same.

Meng Huan averted his gaze and asked again, “When did your eyes get better?”

“On the third day of the kidnapping, my body felt unwell, so I let the imperial physician visit and took medicine. They were already better on the next morning.” Lin Bozhou skipped over the vomiting of blood.

Meng Huan let out an “oh.” His mood was suddenly a little better after knowing he didn’t lose his eyesight and fallen off the horse.

It seemed that the rotten book’s plot could be changed.

Meng Huan was happy that he pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes curving.

…… He was so sick and thin but could still smile.

Lin Bozhou closed his eyes and held his hand, his voice quiet. “What about Huan Huan? How have you been these days?”

Meng Huan blinked. After all, he was out of danger and habitually wanted to say, “Not bad.”

However, he was kidnapped for no reason, rudely thrown into the woodshed, could only gnaw on hard steamed buns, drink cold water, molested by someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night, drenched in a fierce wind and rain, and was threatened to be killed and thrown to the dogs……

A scene flashed through Meng Huan’s mind, and his eyes moistened. “I……”

Unspeakable sourness pervaded and choked his nasal tip.

“Mm?”

Lin Bozhou’s voice was patient and indicated in listening to him properly.

Meng Huan’s throat choked, and he finally shook his head. “Not… good… at… all.”

Not good, not good, very bad.

A red line emerged under Meng Huan’s eyes, and he gently bit his lips. Unlike just now, when he was still smiling, his eyebrows were gently wrinkled as if he had been aggrieved.

Lin Bozhou did not speak but took his hand and gently held him in his arms, laying the bedding on his back to avoid getting cold.

With the body temperature close by, Meng Huan felt hot but light and weightless as he was cradled in his arms. Lin Bozhou played the role of a qualified listener. “How bad is it for our Huan Huan?”

His voice was close without a sense of distance, and his hot breath fell to his ear with a heavy meaning of coaxing. Meng Huan’s psychological defenses collapsed into a mess, his fingers tightened around the clothes on Lin Bozhou’s chest, and his eyes were red. “They……”

Like carrying out an abominable accusation, “They didn’t give me food to eat.”

Lin Bozhou kissed his forehead. “Mm, Huan Huan didn’t get any food.”

“I-I can only eat steamed buns,” Meng Huan raised his hand to gesture, his mood collapsing. “The steamed buns that were harder than rocks and could smash things to pieces. I had to bite them, and sand and stones were inside; my teeth crumbled.”

Although it sounded funny, Meng Huan was seriously complaining, with a depressed expression.

Lin Bozhou looked calm and gazed steadily at Meng Huan, his hand gently cupping his jaw with his thumb rubbing over his lips. “This husband will see if Huan Huan’s teeth are broken.”

The white teeth gently bit him. Meng Huan’s desire to spit was still there, so he pushed him away. Once he spoke, he couldn’t stop, “They saw that I’m handsome, and they wanted to molest me.”

It was quiet.