Chu Xuanzhen pinched the cheek that had just uttered such treasonous words.
On the bed, shrouded in dimness, he released the man in his arms, got up, and lit a candle. A dusky yellow glow immediately filled the room.
He stood before the bed with languid elegance, his long hair loose down his back and his underclothes slightly disheveled.
Chu Xuanzhen's voice was hoarse. "In such a hurry, Scribe Shen? I'm afraid there won't be time to untie you. Why don't..."
He leaned closer, his deep eyes meeting those round, almond-shaped eyes, and grinned. "I carry you over to relieve yourself?"
That smug, confident face made Shen Yangge grind his teeth in fury, but he really couldn't hold it any longer. He reluctantly agreed.
Then his body left the bed as Chu Xuanzhen scooped him up into his arms.
By the time Shen Yangge had finished relieving himself, he felt as though his entire worldview had suffered a devastating blow.
I'm done with life!
When the hell is this damned pervert going to execute me...?
He'd only gone to take a piss, and he'd been mocked for being "delicate." Mockery was one thing, but the bastard had even put his hands on him!
Shen Yangge felt his identity as a straight man shatter into pieces, never to be put back together again. Despondently, he thought, I'm changing targets. I'm absolutely changing targets.
While he was still seething, someone pressed hard on his backside.
Shen Yangge glared fiercely at Chu Xuanzhen.
"Your Highness, can you untie me now?"
He couldn't even be bothered to fake a smile anymore. He stared at Chu Xuanzhen with a dark expression. If looks could kill, Chu Xuanzhen would have been sliced into a thousand pieces.
Then pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows!
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