Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife - Chapter 89.2

When he saw that it was Lin Bozhou, Meng Huan loosened his grip and hesitantly shouted, “Husband.”

He felt slightly embarrassed to let Lin Bozhou see himself eating like a hungry ghost.

His heart was apprehensive as he walked forward. Lin Bozhou entered the hall, and his entourage stopped in the courtyard.

“You’re here?” Meng Huan asked.

“Came over after receiving the letter.”

Lin Bozhou reached out and naturally took Meng Huan into his arms.

Meng Huan still had half a mouthful of rice, so he hurriedly swallowed it. Lin Bozhou’s fingertips gently rubbed the corner of his lips, which felt warm.

“Starving?” Lin Bozhou lowered his eyes and looked at his bowl of white rice.

Meng Huan stammered, “Mm.”

His fingers were gently pried open, and the bowl was returned to the table. Turning his head, he gestured to his attendant, “Go down and prepare some food.”

Meng Huan let Lin Bozhou lead him to sit down in a chair.

“That road–” Meng Huan wanted to finish.

Lin Bozhou lifted the hem of his flying fish robe, seemingly inconvenienced by squatting, so he bent his knees and half-kneeled down in front of him, his eyes exactly level with Meng Huan. The pair of deep pool-like eyes focused on the corner of Meng Huan’s eyes, examining his lean jaw inch by inch. His thumb stroked along with a soft feather-like caress from his lips to his earlobe, extremely distressed.

“It’s not a problem.”

Meng Huan grabbed the back of his hand.

His hand was soft while Lin Bozhou’s was long and bony with stiff joints; Meng Huan let him hold it softly.

Meng Huan asked again, “Has that road been blocked?”

“When I received the letter, I asked the Shoubei to bring people to block it.” Lin Bozhou’s voice was incredibly low. “Huan Huan has made a great achievement this time. This husband is very happy.”

Meng Huan nodded, and after he had made an “mm” sound, the tip of his nose was gently pinched by him.

Lin Bozhou’s throat rolled as if he had many words to say, but he did not say the words. The bottom of his eyes was suppressed, but the deep sorrow could not be concealed.

Knowing he was worried, Meng Huan pulled out a bright smile and said, “I’m fine now. I just climbed the mountain that day, got caught in the rain, and had a cold. Look at me now. Aren’t I alive and kicking? Husband, go tell them to prepare good food. After feeding me, I will be healthy again today!”

However, it could be because there was not much strength in his body; when he finished this speech, Meng Huan’s chest rose and fell, a layer of sweat surfaced on his forehead, and he began to pant.

“……”

Meng Huan hurriedly took deep breaths to calm the turmoil of the moment.

He even laughed, but Lin Bozhou moved forward, his arm reaching across his waist. Instead of the repressed love of a moment ago, he embraced Meng Huan in his arms very tightly.

Being embraced tightly by him, Meng Huan turned sideways and saw Lin Bozhou’s dark eyebrows and sharp nose. The usually calm, sensible, and unruffled man had a tremor in his voice.

“Huan Huan.” The voice was low.

Meng Huan: “Hmm?”

“Chezhou will win. After defeating the Jurchen, this husband will take you back to the capital, back to the prince’s residence, and enjoy the peace and quiet, never to risk your life again.”

Meng Huan gently touched his sideburns, wanting to say, “I’m not afraid,” but the words that came to his lips were, “Okay, let’s go back to the capital together.”

Meng Huan’s body was still unwell, and he had no strength to talk after a while. Lin Bozhou stroked his hair and said, “What do you want to do?”

Meng Huan said, “I want to take a bath. I’m all sweaty.”

“Then take a bath.” Lin Bozhou asked someone to boil water.

It was almost late autumn now. Late autumn in Liaodong was very cold, and many people had to wear big cotton coats. Meng Huan walked to the courtyard and found a thin layer of frost on the roof beam.

Meng Huan took off his clothes, and the cold air suddenly invaded; the back of his white shoulders suddenly shivered gently with cold.

He sat in hot water while Lin Bozhou sat over and took a cloth to scrub his shoulders, neck, and chest, then cleaned his hair.

During these days, his sleep was very restless, and his heart was always empty, but after seeing Lin Bozhou, his heart seemed to be grounded. Lin Bozhou first went and brought a stack of hot pastries to let Meng Huan grab and chew, and his own fingers moved to clean his hair.

“Ouch,” Meng Huan soaked in hot water, and he began to speak. “I was excited that day. I was also planning to head to the back of the mountain to see it, but Li-Fulang suddenly fell, and everyone was told to go down the mountain, so I could only follow.”

His eyes were moving around as he boasted to his husband. “Finally, Li-Fulang talked to me, and in a few sentences, I figured it out.”

Lin Bozhou’s lips lifted. “So smart.”

“It was an IQ explosion.” Meng Huan could only say so.

Lin Bozhou’s fingertips pinched his earlobe, slippery and itchy. “Sometimes I think you say incomprehensible things on purpose.”

Meng Huan: “I just talk nonsense.”

He tilted his head, stuffed a piping hot pastry into his mouth, and took a bite.

Lin Bozhou changed into snow-white clothes embroidered with a dark pattern on the wide sleeves, brushing over the wooden basin. The elegance between his eyebrows seemed to return, and his entire person was as new as white snow, as upright as the mountain, his eyes drooping, and he poured a cup of hot tea for Meng Huan.

The voice was all obedient, gentle, and virtuous.

“Huan Huan, eat slowly.”

Meng Huan took a bite into his mouth, and with half a mouthful left, passed it to Lin Bozhou’s lips.

Lin Bozhou smiled, opened his mouth, and ate it all.

Meng Huan propped himself up on the barrel and looked at Lin Bozhou with his chin up.

After bathing him, Lin Bozhou turned back to get the dry clothes on the screen, his long fingers untying the ties of his shirt.

–He was truly a gentle and considerate man.

Meng Huan thought inexplicably.

With the current state of his body, Lin Bozhou kept him in his mouth in fear of him melting and put him in his pocket in fear of him falling*. Perhaps he wouldn’t even say anything if he became his slave.

*To describe someone being extremely cherished and cared for.

Aba Aba.*

*Aba Aba: initially the sound made by people with aphasia and babies. Later, it evolved into a universal expression expressing the user’s feelings and the user’s self-deprecating.

He was really…… too blessed.

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