He couldn't pull himself away.
He gripped Chu Xuanzhen's clothes until they wrinkled, then slowly let go. His little hands moved to Chu Xuanzhen's jaw, touching the stubble that had just grown in.
The dignified Crown Prince of a nation had been reduced to this.
He didn't even have anything to tie his hair with, let alone shave. He was living like a prisoner. How dare Jiang Heming!
How dare he.
Shen Yangge closed his golden eyes and buried himself in Chu Xuanzhen's arms again, hugging him tightly. His voice was unsteady as he said, "I ran into danger. I almost didn't make it back..."
As soon as he said that, he felt the man in his embrace stiffen slightly, the icy aura around him growing more pronounced.
Chu Xuanzhen rested a hand on the vulnerable nape of Shen Yangge's neck and pressed gently. He lowered his head slightly, his long black hair brushing Shen Yangge's cheeks, ears, and neck, then rested his cool head on Shen Yangge's little shoulder.
Shen Yangge heard Chu Xuanzhen say:
"There won't be a next time."
His voice was low, as though it held boundless malice and brutality. If Shen Yangge said even a little more, it would unleash all the speaker's displeasure and bloodlust.
Shen Yangge quickly tugged at Chu Xuanzhen's hanging hair and whispered, "It's all right now..."
He had only gotten a little carried away earlier. Now that he had calmed down, he suddenly realized he had passed his negative emotions on to Chu Xuanzhen, and couldn't help regretting it. Chu Xuanzhen was already ill. If he lost control and had another episode, who was Shen Yangge supposed to yell at?
[-I can't say any more. I need to calm Chu Xuanzhen down.]
*[-But I couldn't help it. I thought something