Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Chapter 783: Green Plum Drunk (21)

After several sleepless nights and another bout of crying, Cheng Hui slept exceptionally well this time.

When I woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

He took a deep, heavy breath and reached into his arms to find someone still holding him.

Cheng Hui suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the person in his arms was the Crown Prince, Zhao'er, who had slept in the East Palace last night, but was kidnapped by him in the middle of the night and rushed all the way from the capital to his bed on Mount Yisheng. He did nothing but hold Zhao'er and cry.

Cheng Hui's breath caught in his throat. Thinking about the foolish things he had done while practicing martial arts and had gone astray, Cheng Hui wanted to go back and kill himself.

The person in his arms was still asleep. Cheng Hui carefully tried to get up, but Jiang Que was using his arm as a pillow. The more he moved, the closer Jiang Que leaned into him, as if... there was something else...

Cheng Hui was also a man, and he had also gone through puberty. His face was a little red from being steamed, and he didn't dare to move.

Cheng waited until the right opportunity arose, then thought of escaping.

But the mountain of the Holy Healer is right outside the door. He's the one who brought the person back. What's going on with abandoning them now?

Zhao'er will hate him to death in the future.

After thinking about it, Cheng went back to the back mountain and took a bath.

How could someone as slovenly as him dare to touch the sweet and soft Zhao'er?

Filled with regret and self-blame, Cheng Hui took a shower and went back to cook for Jiang Que.

When Cheng Hui finished preparing the food and carried it back to Yisheng Mountain, Jiang Que was already awake in his room.

He sat on the bed wearing an apricot-yellow nightgown, his long, silky hair hanging down his side. His eyes, which had just woken up and were still soft, turned sharp the moment he saw Cheng Hui enter. It was a coldness and authority that Cheng Hui had never seen in him before.

Cheng Hui stood at the door with the food in her hands. Under this gaze, she pretended to be calm as she entered, placed the food on the table, and, not daring to look at Jiang Que, said with her back to him, "I came back in a bit of a hurry. There wasn't much food in the small kitchen, so I picked some from the herb garden to stir-fry. I'll bring you something delicious when I go down the mountain later."

Cheng Hui continued talking to himself, but the person behind him remained motionless. However, he could feel the other person's gaze burning into his back, as if trying to burn him through.

Cheng Hui's breathing quickened and his heart pounded; he could hardly bear the coldness in his relationship with Zhao'er.

"Zhao'er..."

Cheng Hui lowered his head and fiddled with the chopsticks that had already been set out, then let out a soft call.

The person behind him finally moved.

Although Cheng Hui had his back turned, he could tell what Cheng Hui was doing.

Jiang Que rummaged through his clothes in his wardrobe.

When Cheng Hui abducted him, he was only wearing a single layer of clothing.

This room belongs to Cheng Hui, and so does the wardrobe.

Zhao'er is putting on his clothes...

Cheng Hui felt somewhat unsettled.

After Jiang Que changed his clothes, Cheng Hui, being perceptive, went out and fetched a basin of water for him to wash up.

During the brief time Jiang Que was washing up, Cheng Hui stood beside him, his clear yet infatuated gaze fixed on Jiang Que's every move.

Having grown accustomed to seeing Jiang Que dressed as a woman, the first time he changed back into his own clothes, the contours of his face seemed much clearer.

The woman is gentle, the man is handsome; it's unique and captivating.

Zhao'er...

She looks good whether she's washing her face in the morning, not talking, or even when she's angry; she looks good from every angle.

Okay... I like it.

Cheng Hui suddenly stared at Jiang Que's lips, which were wet from washing his face, and pursed them slightly, as if he wanted to kiss him.

Then, feeling like he wasn't human, Jiang Que hadn't even dried his face when Cheng Hui, his ears red, suddenly grabbed a basin and ran out to dump it.

After pouring out the water, I carried the basin and hid behind the door to breathe heavily and calm myself down.

Cheng Hui seemed to realize only then that his feelings for Zhao'er were... different.

It's not just ordinary liking; it's wanting to be together forever, to marry her, and to look at her every day, hold her, and sleep together.

I like it very much...

I really like it.

But he seems to be...

She likes someone else.

Cheng Hui had just sorted out her feelings when her mood plummeted again because of what she said that day.

He reluctantly carried the basin back.

She hovered in front of Jiang Que like a half-dead ghost, as if declaring her unhappiness to him and hoping to be cared for and seen.

Jiang Que was holding a bowl, making it difficult to eat in peace.

Finally, Cheng Hui couldn't stand it anymore and sat down next to Jiang Que, moving her chair closer. She swallowed hard and asked, "Do you really like him?"

This sentence sounds like a determination to get an answer and to give up hope.

as predicted.

Jiang Que, who was eating, suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a blank expression. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Mm."

Cheng Hui stared at Jiang Que, trying to see if he was lying.

But there was no flaw to be found.

Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Cheng Hui's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

But still unwilling to give up: "How much do I like it?"

Jiang Que stared at him, then suddenly shifted his gaze back to the very green dishes on the table. He remained silent for a long time, so long that Cheng Hui didn't want to listen anymore, before finally letting out a soft, "I like it very much."

[I like it very much, I like it so much that I don't even know how much I like it.]

Jiang Que lowered his eyes and looked at the dining table.

Cheng Hui didn't hear the whole thing and ran away crying.

...

When Jiang Que finished eating and was cleaning up the dishes...

Cheng Hui, who had been hiding in the back mountain and crying, suddenly returned and stood at the door staring at Jiang Que with a gloomy expression.

Just as Jiang Que thought this guy wanted to fight, and was wondering whether to fight back or talk back, Cheng Hui suddenly strode in, pulled him over and hugged him tightly. The breath on his ear was Cheng Hui's greedy attachment and unwillingness to let go.

He spoke, his soft voice, whispering seductively in her ear, as he held her tightly: "Zhao'er, don't like him, try to like your brother, okay?"

"Brother loves you, and I hope you love brother too. No matter what others think, Zhao'er only loves brother."

"Gu Feibai is not good, but brother is good. Zhao'er likes brother, okay?"

The person he was holding seemed somewhat shocked by his sudden declaration of affection, and remained stiff and unresponsive for a long time.

Cheng Hui seemed to have foreseen his fate, and unwilling to let go, he held the person even tighter, as if letting go would mean the person would leave him completely.

Jiang Que did not respond. Cheng Hui, with a deep gaze, said his last words: "You are a man, he will not like you. Be with your brother. Your brother knows your identity and your hatred. Your brother will help you take revenge and clear the obstacles for you. Is that alright? Your Highness."

Cheng Hui admitted that his tactic was despicable, forcibly keeping the person by his side regardless of whether there was love or why the person was with him.

He had to do this; he couldn't live without Zhao'er, nor could he bear to see Zhao'er with other people.

So be it, it's despicable.

This is what you owed me in your past life.

...

A long silence followed.

Cheng Hui fell silent until she lost all confidence, like a wilted eggplant. Finally, she understood what he meant, loosened her grip on his hand, and wanted to completely withdraw from this game that she had long since been kicked out of.

Cheng Hui walked out the door, looking lost and disoriented.

Jiang Que stared at his retreating figure and finally spoke: "Cheng Hui."

The person who was leaving stopped, but did not turn around.

Then the person behind him said, "I will not pursue the matter of when you learned my identity. Considering that we grew up together, I will give you a chance to test me. But if you try to mock me, I will kill you."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Hui, who had been feeling utterly miserable and planning to find a quiet place to grieve, suddenly turned around.

Ignoring Jiang Que's final threat, her eyes shone with boundless joy as she gazed at the young man standing at the door, dressed in his clothes, hands behind his back, exuding an air of royal nobility.

Cheng Hui curled her lips: "Really?"

Jiang Que nodded: "A gentleman's promise is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

Cheng Hui smiled.

Standing in the courtyard, gazing at Jiang Que under the eaves at the entrance, backlit by the light, letting the passing wind flutter his clothes, a young man of the martial world, dazzling and captivating.