MTL - Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife-Chapter 47

Lin Bozhou was about to get up, propped up the quilt beside him with his hands, sat up slowly, and looked towards Meng Huan.

His black black hair hangs down on his shoulders in snow-white obscene clothes, he has a young and handsome air, the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips are beautiful, and he looks clean at this moment, completely different from his previous evildoer, with a sickly look. Weakness.

——His blind and morbid state makes it impossible for him to be in the mood to have sex.

"..."

The atmosphere in the hall was silent.

Meng Huan inexplicably confirmed the fact that she was pestering him to sleep.

When it was over, Meng Huan's heart skipped a beat.

This time not only the plot line of the original book collapsed, but also the emotional line collapsed.

"..."

Meng Huan wanted to find a Buddhist hall again, and knelt on the futon to repent silently of the precepts he had committed. First, he really felt ashamed of his character of committing crimes after drinking alcohol. Second, he felt that Lin Bozhou was still sick. How could he do such a thing? Something that forced him into bed.

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou: "Then, the eyes are not affected?"

He felt that he was a little bullying the patient.

Lin Bo bowed his head slightly, but bent his lips inexplicably.

Of course there are influences.

Sometimes, people are not satisfied with just one kind of sensory stimulation. For example, Lin Bozhou's eyes can't see, but the touch of his body and ears will be clearer. When he heard Meng Huan's unbearable low-pitched bass, his skin was too irritated. At that time, I really wanted to confirm Meng Huan's expression at that moment.

I want to see...whether his expression is as beautiful as his voice.

However, no matter how hard he tried, there was darkness in front of him, which really made him feel disappointed.

Lin Bozhou said, "Eyes, it doesn't matter."

Meng Huan became quiet again, and held back for four or five seconds before saying, "You can push me away next time."

He is ignorant, isn't Lin Bozhou ignorant? Lin Bozhou's strength is much stronger than his. Even if he is blind, there is a high probability that he can easily restrain his movements, so that Meng Huan will not...like an Omega in estrus, sitting on it by himself.

Thinking of this, Meng Huan wrinkled his face and patted his forehead hard.

Before he changed to not wearing a book, although he was visceral, he was very timid...how could he take the initiative to this point?

It was a bit difficult to face his yellow heart, Meng Huan's lips curled down, and he changed the topic: "Is the prince getting up?"

Lin Bozhou hummed: "I will hear you clearly in a while."

Even if he is blind, he will try his best to maintain his previous work and rest, and spend time every day listening to others read some strategies, classics, and letters to him, especially listening to the recent trends of the court. This is all his work, and it has been unshakable for decades.

Meng Huan hummed and said, "Okay, then let's get up first."

When he was fixing Lin Bozhou's collar, he got closer and saw a small cut on Lin Bozhou's lip, which was too far away to see, but when he got closer, it was very clear, and he didn't know if it was bitten by himself...

There were also many reddish bruises on his shoulders and waist.

Fragment-like memories flooded up again, Meng Huan thought of being trapped in his arms, and seemed to feel that Lin Bozhou was not as blind as before... He gnawed and bit him with desire and dissatisfaction, and kept whining in his ears.

And Lin Bozhou's voice was low and patient, and he was trying his best to satisfy him.

"..."

Meng Huanguang thought about it, pulled his lips slightly, and wrinkled his face again.

In fact, Meng Huan is still quite a sensible person, it's not that he can't walk when he sees a handsome guy, on the contrary, because he is good-looking, he was followed by disgusting uncles when he was a child, so his sexual orientation is male, but he is also a little male-phobic.

At first, when Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou, he thought it was just an evil ghost with a handsome face. Later, he also took the initiative in the carriage, but it was drugged with love potion. After that, Meng Huan always thought it was Lin Bozhou. Lin Bozhou took the initiative but he couldn't refuse...

But last night, although he drank too much and was mentally weak, he still had the basic sense of right and wrong.

Are you active?

Meng Huan paused as he straightened his clothes.

From waking up to now, Meng Huan only had feelings of shame and feeling that he had bullied the patient, not to mention the remorse that he was eager to break up with him before.

See the works of micro-knowledge, see the works of micro-knowledge.

Meng Huan was stunned.

In my heart...are I willing to have a relationship with him?

Meng Huan's character has always been relatively Buddhist. Sometimes his head is not clear-headed, and things can't be understood, so he will endure it half-heartedly. For example, he salted fish in the palace, and he also salted fish when he was married to Lin Bozhou. salted fish.

But now... something feels vaguely wrong.

After Lin Bozhou was fully dressed, they had a meal together, and You Jin came in: "Is the lord going to the political affairs hall?"

Lin Bozhou let out a "hmm".

Seeing nothing to do with himself, Meng Huan said, "Then I'll go for a walk in the garden too."

Lin Bozhou's footsteps that were about to walk suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Huanhuan can actually go for a walk on the street, the bustle during the day is actually not worse than at night."

His voice was calm, as if he mentioned it casually.

Meng Huan thought he didn't hear clearly.

He raised his face and looked puzzled: "What?"

Lin Bozhou repeated: "In the past, my husband was worried about Huanhuan's identity, and I was also afraid that you would go to find your father after leaving the house, so you were restricted from traveling. But now, reflecting on my husband, it seems that I have too much desire to control you. "

Meng Huan blinked, and the sense of chaos in his mind began to clear up.

He pursed his lips and asked, "Am I free?"

"you're free."

Meng Huan stood where he was, not knowing how to react.

He used to think that he could easily leave the palace by climbing over walls, climbing trees, flying over eaves and walls, and kicking open the gate.

But the real palace is not much different from the imperial palace. Traveling requires tokens, and guards patrol everywhere. The area is so large that it can't be finished in a day.

It's very similar to his university town, where there is enough food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there are many people to play with you, so it's no problem to live there for four years.

So Meng Huan took his time and didn't have much thought of going out of the house.

Hearing Lin Bozhou's words, Meng Huan felt like a little fish that had been raised for many years and was about to be released. He was at a loss by the river.

"Then will I be able to leave the residence immediately?" Meng Huan thought for a long time before finally asking a question.

Lin Bozhou was facing him, with his spine slightly bent, approaching at a short distance, mixed with the breath of sandalwood and bass, blowing over with the wind.

"Yes, you can come in and out at any time."

He spoke again, his voice much lower.

"Huanhuan, before, I'm sorry."