Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Lin Bozhou was about to get up, holding the bedding beside him.
He slowly sat up, his face facing Meng Huan’s direction.

His black hair fell on the snow-white inner clothes, giving off a handsome, youthful look.
The bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips were handsome.
At this time, he looked pure and clean, completely different from his previous demonic appearance, with a sickly frail feeling.

—In this blind state of his, it was impossible to be in the mood for sex.

“……”

The atmosphere in the main hall was silent.

Meng Huan inexplicably became even more certain of the fact that he was pestering Lin Bozhou to have sex.

It’s over.
Meng Huan’s heart thumped.

This didn’t just collapse the original book’s plot line but also the emotional line.

“……”

Meng Huan wanted to find another Buddhist temple and kneel on the futon to silently confess the lustful commandments he had committed.
Firstly, he really felt very ashamed of his habit of committing crimes when he was drunk, and secondly, he felt that Lin Bozhou was still sick, so how could he do this kind of thing like forcing people to have sex?

Meng Huan looked at Lin Bozhou.
“That… your eyes are not affected, right?”

He felt like he was bullying a patient.

Lin Bozhou slightly drooped his head but inexplicably curved his lips.

Of course, there was an impact.

Sometimes, people would not be content with only one sensory stimulation.
Lin Bozhou’s eyes could not see, but the tactile sensation of his body and ears would be clearer.
When he heard Meng Huan’s suppressed and unbearable voice, skin feeling extremely stimulated, he was eager to confirm Meng Huan’s expression.

He wanted to see…… his expression and determine whether it was the same as his tone.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was dark before his eyes.
It gave him a bad feeling.

Lin Bozhou said, “No harm to the eyes.”

Meng Huan was quiet again and held it for an estimated four or five seconds before saying, “You can push me away next time.”

He wasn’t sensible, but was Lin Bozhou also insensible? Lin Bozhou’s strength was greater than his.
Even if he was blind, the probability was that he could easily restrain his movements, so Meng Huan would not…… be like an omega in heat, doing it on his own.

Thinking about it, Meng Huan’s small face wrinkled, and he slapped his forehead hard.

If this were before he transmigrated into a book, although he was internally perverted, his guts were very small…… How could he take the initiative to this point?

It was somewhat difficult to face his own inner perversion.
Meng Huan’s lips turned downward, and he diverted the topic, “Your Highness is getting up?”

Lin Bozhou let out an “mm.”

“Listening to the Qingke read a book later.”

Even if he lost his sight, he would try to maintain his previous routine, spending time every day listening to others read him some current policies, ancient books, and letters— especially the recent movements of the court.
This was all his work, consisting of decades of unalterable arrangements.

Meng Huan let out an “mm” and said, “Okay, then let’s get up first.”

When he fixed Lin Bozhou’s collar, leaning close to him, he saw that Lin Bozhou’s lip had a very small broken skin.
It wasn’t visible from far away but became very clear when he came close.
He was not sure if it was bitten by himself……

There were also many slightly red bruises on his shoulders, waist, and abdomen.

The fragment-like memory came up again.
Meng Huan remembered that he sunk in his embrace and seemed to feel that Lin Bozhou’s blindness was not as…… fierce as before, nibbling on him with desire, biting him, and pestering him by humming in his ears incessantly.

And Lin Bozhou’s voice was low and patient, also trying to satisfy him.

“………………”

Just by thinking about it, Meng Huan’s lips slightly pulled, and his face wrinkled up again.

In fact, Meng Huan was an appropriate person at heart and wouldn’t be paralyzed when seeing a handsome guy.
On the contrary, he was tailed by a disgusting uncle as a child because he looked good.
Thus, although he was sexually attracted to men, he was also slightly afraid of them.

At first, when Meng Huan saw Lin Bozhou, he only felt that he was a superficially handsome evil man.
Later in the carriage, although he took the initiative, he was under an aphrodisiac.
Then, as they often had sex, Meng Huan always felt that Lin Bozhou was taking the initiative, and he couldn’t refuse….

But last night, although he drank too much, and his reason was weak, the basic sense of right and wrong was also there.

Did he take the initiative to do it?

Meng Huan’s hands that were arranging his clothes paused.

From waking up to now, Meng Huan only had shame in his heart, feeling that he bullied the patient, but there wasn’t any previous remorse for wanting to have nothing to do with him.

Small beginnings showed how things would develop.

Meng Huan was stunned.

Was his heart…… already willing to create a connection with him?

Meng Huan had always had an easy-going and unambitious personality.
Sometimes his brain wasn’t clear, and he would half-reject and half-endure if he couldn’t understand something.
For example, he was a salted fish in the prince’s residence, a salted fish as a wife to Lin Bozhou, and a salted fish when Lin Bozhou wanted to have sex with him.

But now…… he vaguely felt that something was not right.

After Lin Bozhou dressed up, they ate a meal together.
Then, You Jin came in.
“Is Your Highness going to the Hall of Government Affairs?”

Lin Bozhou let out an “mm.”

Meng Huan saw it wasn’t his business and said, “Then, I will also go and stroll in the yard.”

Lin Bozhou’s footsteps that were about to leave suddenly stopped, and his eyebrows were raised slightly, saying, “Huan Huan can actually walk on the street.
The daytime’s liveliness isn’t inferior to the nighttime.”

His voice was calm as if casually mentioning it.

Meng Huan thought he didn’t hear it clearly.

He tilted his face, looking puzzled.
“What?”

Lin Bozhou repeated, “In the past, this husband was worried that Huan Huan’s identity was problematic and was also afraid that you would return to your father after leaving the residence, so this husband forbade you from traveling.
But now, this husband has reflected upon himself and felt that his desire to control you is too strong.”

Meng Huan blinked, and the chaos in his head began to clear.

He pursed his lips and asked, “I’m free?”

“You’re free.”

Meng Huan stood still, not knowing what to do in response.

He once thought he could leave the prince’s residence freely after flipping over the wall, climbing the tree, leaping onto the roofs, or kicking the gate open.

But the real prince’s residence wasn’t much different from the Imperial Palace.
A token was required for travel, with guards patrolling everywhere, and the area was so large that you could not finish walking for a day.

It was similar to his university town, with excess clothing, food, housing, and transportation provided, and many people accompanying you to play.
It wasn’t a problem to live there for four years.

So, Meng Huan slowly didn’t think much about leaving the residence anymore.

Hearing Lin Bozhou’s words, Meng Huan felt like a small fish raised for years about to be released, staying at the river in a daze.

“Then can I leave the residence right away?” Meng Huan thought for half a day and finally asked a question.

Lin Bozhou faced him, his spine slightly bent, leaning close to him; his low voice mixed with a sandalwood scent that carried over with the wind.

“Yes, you can get in and out at any time.”

When he spoke again, his voice was much lower.

“Huan Huan, I’m sorry about before.”