Chapter 42

In the carriage, the jolting movement made it hard to keep still. Murong Qiufeng’s face flushed slightly, his brows knit tightly, clearly restless in his sleep.

Shangguan Ye decided to hold him on his lap, cradling his waist to minimize the bumps and make him more comfortable. His other hand rested on Murong Qiufeng’s shoulder, gently massaging his temples. Shangguan Ye felt increasingly regretful for allowing him to drink so much, knowing that he would likely suffer even more the next day. His soothing touch seemed to have some effect, as Murong Qiufeng’s furrowed brows gradually relaxed. He clutched Shangguan Ye’s clothing and nuzzled against the silk fabric, his movements endearing. Shangguan Ye’s heart fluttered, his chest warming with affection. He couldn’t help but sigh, marveling at how someone could be so lovable and cherished.

Unable to resist, Shangguan Ye leaned down and softly kissed Murong Qiufeng’s forehead. Murong Qiufeng mumbled something indistinctly, his words barely audible.

Shangguan Ye raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to listen.

“Yé, I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

The murmured apologies continued in a dreamlike loop.

Shangguan Ye was momentarily taken aback. He looked at the troubled figure in his arms with concern, his brows furrowing as he gently stroked Murong Qiufeng’s face. He placed a soft kiss on his hair and instinctively held him tighter, resting his chin on Murong Qiufeng’s forehead. He whispered, “The one who should be apologizing is me.”

The momentary intimacy in the carriage was replaced by warmth and tenderness.

“Mm… yeah…” Murong Qiufeng shifted slightly, seeming to struggle and moan softly, his previously relaxed brows furrowing once more as he clutched Shangguan Ye’s clothing tighter.

Shangguan Ye immediately noticed the change and assumed it was due to the alcohol causing discomfort. He gently patted Murong Qiufeng’s waist, saying, “Just hang in there. We’re almost there.”

But Murong Qiufeng seemed unaffected by the reassurance. With unexpected strength, he pushed away from Shangguan Ye, nearly falling off his lap.

Shangguan Ye was jolted against the carriage wall but quickly reached out to steady him, grabbing his waist and holding his arm firmly. “Feng, don’t move.”

“It hurts so much.” Murong Qiufeng’s eyes fluttered open slightly, his eyes glazed with tears, and he pulled at his clothing in distress.

The situation was reminiscent of a previous incident, but Shangguan Ye thought it was just the effects of alcohol. He quickly used his internal energy to help cool Murong Qiufeng down.

However, this time, the reaction was different. Murong Qiufeng’s complexion turned pale, the drunken flush fading quickly. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body began to tremble. His lips were clenched tight, and the sounds of his discomfort echoed loudly in the quiet carriage.

Murong Qiufeng’s body arched slightly, his hand gripping Shangguan Ye’s arm with a force that nearly crushed his bones. He emitted low, guttural groans of pain.

Shangguan Ye’s expression changed as he watched Murong Qiufeng’s limbs contorting. It was evident that the effects of the bone-refining elixir had worn off, and he was reverting to his original state. Alarmed, Shangguan Ye realized that the elixir was causing this intense pain. The thought that something he had given could inflict such suffering was distressing.

“Feng, Feng…”

“It hurts, so much… pain…” Murong Qiufeng’s clenched teeth were pried apart by Shangguan Ye’s fingers, and he couldn’t help but whimper, his cries of pain growing louder.

Normally, Murong Qiufeng could endure such pain, but now, in his vulnerable state, he was unable to withstand it.

Shangguan Ye hugged him tightly, holding him close against his chest, pressing his head into his shoulder. His voice trembled as he apologized, “I’m sorry. I will never let you take these things again.” He regretted not realizing the potential pain the elixir could cause, feeling a deep sense of guilt for being so careless.

Murong Qiufeng’s eyes snapped open, and he bit fiercely into Shangguan Ye’s shoulder, his other hand tearing at his clothing with desperation. The force was so intense that the silk fabric ripped apart.

Shangguan Ye’s muscles tensed as he recalled the pain Murong Qiufeng had endured on their wedding night and the psychological strain. No wonder he looked unwell that morning.

Desperate to distract Murong Qiufeng or perhaps to vent his own frustration, Shangguan Ye grasped his chin and tilted his head, pressing his lips against the reddened, bitten lips.

Their lips met, and their tongues entwined in a passionate kiss.

“Mm, um…” Murong Qiufeng trembled from the pain, his teeth gnawing aimlessly. Shangguan Ye seemed oblivious to this, and soon, the taste of blood mingled in their kiss, as if punishing himself. His hands roamed over Murong Qiufeng’s body, causing the already tight clothes to shred into pieces.

 

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