Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Meng Huan was wearing white clothes. His body was thin and weak, letting him hold and put himself on his lap to sit.

His white toes didn’t hit the ground, half hanging between Lin Bozhou’s robes, and he leaned a little weakly in his arms, like a little beauty in the arms of a tyrant.

The attendants tactfully moved their gazes away.

When Lin Bozhou said to serve, the first thing was to drink the medicine.

The medicine tasted fishy and bitter, passing to his lips.

Meng Huan lowered his head and cooperated with the spoon in his mouth. He originally wanted to drink the medicine soup in one breath but didn’t expect the fishy and bitter taste of medicine to diffuse into his mouth. He frowned and kept the medicine soup in his mouth.

Lin Bozhou smiled. “Don’t feel bitter and still taste it?”

“I’ll swallow it.”

Meng Huan let out a small fish-like gurgle, appearing wan, and swallowed the medicinal soup with difficulty.

Lin Bozhou scooped up another spoonful of the medicinal soup.

Before meeting Meng Huan, Lin Bozhou did this when his mother was critically ill and on her deathbed. He knelt before the bed and served the medicine himself; the memory was still vivid.

At that time, he watched his mother become gravely ill and leave him.

He never thought that after so many years, the scene would come back.

However, he wasn’t like the last time when he could only watch the loss.

His little baby was brave and strong and tried to come back to him.

This simply made him ecstatic.

A few drops of medicine leaked and stained Meng Huan’s pale lips. Lin Bozhou put down his bowl and leaned in close, gently swirling the bitter-tasting medicine into his tongue and then licking it like a wound.

The sudden passion seemed to scare Meng Huan, and his ears were tucked away. “Husband……”

Lin Bozhou picked up the medicine bowl, which still had a few mouthfuls of soup left, precipitated by the medicine residue, fishy and bitter. After he drank the medicinal soup into his mouth, he approached and blocked Meng Huan’s lips.

“Isn’t… the medicine… bitter?” His voice was broken, “This husband…… will taste it……together with Huan Huan…..”

The medicine soup passed from the tip of the tongue, spilled a few drops and was licked clean. He clasped Meng Huan’s chin to ensure the medicine soup passed through his lips.

As he clasped his jaw with strong fingers, Meng Huan blinked and flushed behind his ears after understanding his intention. His fingers overwhelmingly clutched his clothes, and he could only open his lips, shamefully catering to his intrusion.

Before his eyes were Lin Bozhou’s half-drooping, restraining, deep, smiling eyes. “Swallow it.”

“……”

It was only a medicinal soup, but he said it like it was something else.

Meng Huan’s throat rolled, and the fishy and bitter medicinal soup swirled, swallowing every drop into the throat.

…… With each next mouthful, Lin Bozhou thoughtfully and meticulously fed him, ensuring that Meng Huan took them all.

……

A bowl of medicine was drunk like it was something else.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Meng Huan shrunk in his arms, white toes buckled, face unbearably red. In his heart, he was sure that Lin Bozhou must have some perverted attributes.

–Who would have thought that the medicine soup could also be engaged into an erotic item?

qwq.

“Huan Huan has not eaten a good meal for a few days. I know Huan Huan is hungry, but you must wait a little longer for the medicine to take effect before eating.”

Lin Bozhou’s fingers were long and spread apart to gently stroke his ear and neck, similar to comforting an emotionally unstable kitten.

Meng Huan nodded and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

Cuddling, Lin Bozhou’s hand gently stroked him through the clothes.

Meng Huan changed his position and remembered, “Did you give me a bath when I returned?”

“Mm,” Lin Bozhou turned sideways, his face thoughtful. “At that time, Huan Huan was dirty like a kitten. When put in hot water, I could rub mud out of your body.”

“……” Meng Huan blushed for a moment, “so dirty?”

“Already clean after washing.”

Lin Bozhou wrapped his arm around him, his hand slowly rubbing his lean waist and belly. He was familiar with Meng Huan’s body and knew a few pounds of weight had dropped when he touched it.

The touch of his fingers was cool and comfortable, and Meng Huan shrank in his arms, feeling the physical examination-like caresses of Dr. Lin Bozhou. This intimacy was unprecedented before meeting Lin Bozhou, and he could clearly feel that Lin Bozhou cared for him as much as he cared for him in his own body.

After a long time, Lin Bozhou whispered, “Thinner.”

Meng Huan wrapped his arms around his neck. “It will increase back soon.”

His white feet stomped onto the chair, and he sat almost entirely on Lin Bozhou’s lap.

Lin Bozhou also allowed him to sit comfortably however he wanted. He sat upright and wrapped one arm around Meng Huan’s waist lest he fell.

“All right. This husband will not care about anything else during this period and will supervise Huan Huan’s health.”

Cuddling, whispering between the ears, and saying some love words.

His voice was close to his ear, very low and soft.

When Meng Huan gently closed his eyes, a picture inexplicably flashed before his eyes……

Lin Bozhou, covered with a white veil, fell off his horse and was trampled by the horses. His white clothes were caught in the sludge, bloodstained, and his face was miserable and furious……

If he was really taken out of the city, this was the end of Lin Bozhou.

When being kissed by Lin Bozhou on the ear, Meng Huan raised his head, and his clear eyes turned to examine Lin Bozhou.

“What are you looking at?” Lin Bozhou changed his hand to hold him.

Meng Huan opened his lips but did not speak in the end.

…… What original book?

What original shou?

Those were all, perhaps, a dream.

When thinking of these words, it seemed that some of the stones hanging for a long time fell to the ground with a bang. Meng Huan’s tired eyes looked down at the ground for a while before he said slowly, “I think looking at you is not enough.”

Lin Bozhou stopped smiling and leaned close to his forehead. “Huan Huan has changed so much after suffering. He will also say love words to coax people.”

With these words, he was about to kiss Meng Huan’s lips again.

At this moment, Chen An came in from outside the door.

Standing at a distance, he did not raise his head. “Your Highness, Elder Cui has placed a notice saying that he has an important matter to discuss with Your Highness.”

Meng Huan hurriedly turned his head sideways, his head resting on Lin Bozhou’s shoulder and his reddened ears tucked away.

Lin Bozhou’s countenance was not one bit pleasant.