Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Such a voice made Meng Huan’s mind almost empty for a moment.
When he returned to his senses, Meng Huan’s lips were already pressed to his with their eyelashes close together.

The lips were warm and cold and pressed closely together.

A second before Meng Huan gave in, he heard Lin Bozhou laugh lightly as if he had succeeded in his mischief.

“…………”

That’s right.
He was deliberately seducing him.

But Meng Huan had already kissed him, and Lin Bozhou’s fingers gently pinched his jaw.
Meng Huan’s actions were not too familiar, raw, and clumsy, but the man before him took the initiative to open his mouth and let his tongue in.

Meng Huan was on top of Lin Bozhou.

It looked like he was forcibly kissing Lin Bozhou.

But from the tongue’s patient and light stirring, Lin Bozhou obviously held the initiative again, as if he was patiently teaching his beloved wife to mature.

…… This position would give Meng Huan the illusion that…

—He was playing with Lin Bozhou.

This feeling made Meng Huan’s throat dry and slightly heady.
After biting his lips, his hand finally couldn’t help but start groping.

The corner of Lin Bozhou’s lips carried a touch of pleasure.
The lips kissed by Meng Huan were slightly red, and his eyebrows drooped lazily.

He was indulgent and permissive about it all.
It was a good feeling for him to see that Meng Huan also felt something for him.

Meng Huan dizzily touched the spot he had just stared at.

For the first time, he was not coaxed by Lin Bozhou but took the initiative to use his hand.

Lin Bozhou’s breath began to increase, pleasant to the point of no return.

“I really like Huan Huan touching me like this.” His voice also carried incitement.

“……”

What a pervert! This man!

If Meng Huan were still sober, he would have been absolutely ashamed and crashed headfirst into the bedboard, but now……

Meng Huan’s brain was so drunk that he was completely dizzy, his brain a mush, and he couldn’t help but obey his inner thoughts……

This night’s experience was like a dream.
Meng Huan felt an unprecedented tiredness, perhaps because he took the initiative alone.
Lin Bozhou also did not look as strong as before, but as if he wanted to deliberately relax a step to better control the other party, allowing Meng Huan to exploit him, only letting out a few unbearable soft noises from time to time.

The sort that was unclear and faintly discernible, making people more insane.

Finally, his brain was dizzy, like being wrung out of the water, and Meng Huan finally fell asleep.

He lay in the quilt, his fair face tinged with tiredness, so sleepy that he could not open his eyes.

The quilt beside him was slightly lifted.
Lin Bozhou looked in Meng Huan’s direction and waited for a moment.
Then, smiling, he went under the quilt and gently took Meng Huan into his arms.

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Meng Huan had a bad habit of forgetting things when he was drunk.

In the morning, just after waking up, Meng Huan seemed to be pressing something under his neck, opening his eyes uncomfortably, and getting up; it turned out to be Lin Bozhou’s arm.

Meng Huan’s head faintly ached, probably the aftermath of drunkenness.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at Lin Bozhou sleeping beside him.

The snow-white inner robe was open at the collarbone, revealing ambiguous red spots.
His hair was scattered on the pillow, his eyes were covered with a white veil, and several bloody teeth marks were revealed on his shoulder.

Meng Huan froze, certain that this was the day after lovemaking.

Then, the images of last night came to his mind.

Lin Bozhou was pressed by him, blind and seemingly unable to resist.
He allowed Meng Huan to sit on his lap, aggressively and impatiently taking the initiative, and couldn’t resist biting him on the shoulder a few times.

“Can’t you move?”

…… He seemed to say this when he bit down.

Meng Huan hissed and raised his hand to support his forehead.

“…………”

No way.

Was he really so enthusiastic when he was drunk?

In the past, it was always Lin Bozhou who was enthusiastic, but now, it actually changed to himself being enthusiastic.
Meng Huan looked at him blankly and felt an indescribable feeling.

“Ahem……”

Beside him, Lin Bozhou’s eyelids trembled slightly, and he seemed to be waking up.

Meng Huan turned his gaze.
Lin Bozhou really opened his eyes, but his eyes were unfocused, apparently unable to see anything, just looking in Meng Huan’s direction.

“Is Huan Huan awake?” His voice was hoarse.

Meng Huan let out an “ah.”

“Awake.”

Lin Bozhou paused, and the corners of his lips rose in a faint smile with a bit of post-event laziness, still looking in his direction.

Meng Huan rarely met directly with Lin Bozhou the day after the affair.
Usually, Lin Bozhou went to court while he squatted for a day to do a good job of thinking, living like a nobody.

Meng Huan was stunned momentarily and felt the need to say something.

He asked, “Have you had enough sleep?”

Lin Bozhou: “Not much sleep.”

Meng Huan let out an “oh.”

Then, he heard him calmly add, “Slept late last night.”

“……”

Meng Huan actually doubted whether it was true that he was so proactive last night and wanted to breeze through the topic, but it looked like he couldn’t.

Meng Huan pursed his lips.
“That… Last night, I ……”

He was a little embarrassed and scratched his hair, wanting to ask: Was I very active in pestering you and causing you any trouble?

He thought Lin Bozhou’s eyes were bad, and he was still sick.
He didn’t even take the initiative to say he wanted to, but he took the initiative.
It was a bit strange.

Lin Bozhou: “Last night?”

“I just drank a little too much and felt that my temperament was quite fickle and impatient.”

Meng Huan thought hard and remembered that he kept touching his abs, took the initiative to kiss him, and seemed to use a very shameful position, riding him…… It was too active.

He waited for Lin Bozhou to tease him.

Unexpectedly, the voice in his ear was very soft.
“It’s okay.”

“……”

Meng Huan turned his head sideways.
Lin Bozhou’s voice was still a little raspy.
Sometimes, it wasn’t bad to hear his gasps, and his panting was pleasant.
But it could be because he panted too much last night, so his voice was hoarse.

Lin Bozhou turned to him.
His eyes couldn’t see, but his thin lips were slightly curved.
“It’s really nothing.”

“…………”

This tone of voice made Meng Huan’s back tingle.

As if…… he really slept with him because of his initiative.