Chapter 55 — Stallion ML Meltdown (7) | My Daily Life Sharing a Bed with His Majesty
Seeing a certain someone wear the look of utter doom, the Grand Chancellor’s thin red lips curved slightly. The tear mole at the corner of his eye only made him more devastatingly alluring.
What a fool, my silly emperor.
You are clearly the one who holds life and death in your hands, yet you have zero airs. You kneel on a washboard like a good little baby and let your minister push you around.
For the way this person keeps trying to amuse him and coax a smile, Yu Ge decided to forgive this unintentional offense.
That did not mean confessing right away though. If he gave in too quickly, the other would think he was easy to bully. A little proper discipline was in order.
So the Grand Chancellor kept a stern face. Xing Ge thought he was still angry and tiptoed around him, trying to repair their “strained” monarch-minister bond.
Meanwhile, the Butcher was anxious. Weren’t they supposed to set up his perfect accidental encounter with that girl?
Why were these two clinging to each other right in front of him every single day?
Bro, that hurts right in the heart.
You two are all set, but my lifelong happiness is still up in the air. At least try to care, alright?
He did not dare butt heads with Yu Ge, so he could only cry pitifully to Xing Ge to complain.
Which was how Xing Ge happily summoned the Grand Chancellor.
These days, he had been tormenting her to death. As head of the hundred officials, Yu Ge took leave to “recuperate” whenever he felt like it. Snowdrifts of memorials buried her desk. One petition asked for disaster relief funds, another requested a national academy. She did not understand any of it and her head was about to explode.
So many brain cells died that she ate several extra bowls of rice. When the nanny handed her the bowl, even the woman’s hands trembled like she had seen a ghost.
Cruel. Absolutely cruel.
There went her image as the wise and mighty sovereign.
With no other option, Xing Ge swallowed her pride and begged him back.
To her shock, he did not make things difficult this time. She was close to tears of joy and her eyes shone whenever she looked at him.
After this incident, their relationship advanced by leaps and bounds.
There was only one small problem.
“Ahem…”
Could you please stop stealing my food?
Xing Ge wanted to sob. Every time he came to her study he swept through like a gale, and the rations she had painstakingly hoarded ended up dismantled and devoured on the spot.
Not even crumbs left, the monster.
“Your Majesty wants a bite too?” Yu Ge looked at her pitiful gaze and decided to tease her.
She nodded so fast she nearly headbutted him, terrified that if she was slow he would change his mind.
“But this is the very last piece.”
“If you want it, come and get it.”
He smiled, slid half the crabapple pastry into his mouth, and took a few deliberate bites.
He did not have time to swallow before the man in front of him suddenly loomed larger.
Then lips touched his, warm and as soft as a dumpling.
Yu Ge: “!!!”
What just happened?
He had been kissed by a man?!
Holy sh*t!
Holy sht, holy sht!
The Grand Chancellor’s soul left his body.
Xing Ge, triumphant, tipped his chin and swallowed that remaining half of pastry.
Stolen food just tasted better.
“Hey? What is wrong with you?”
She glanced down and finally realized the Grand Chancellor had fainted dead away. His eyes were shut and his lips had gone pale. He looked like a man on the brink.
Xing Ge was completely dumbfounded.
Thankfully she recovered quickly, tugged up his sleeve, and took his pulse.
Hmm. Chaotic qi. Anger attacking the heart.
Xing Ge: “…”
It was only half a pastry. Did he have to take it this far?
The Grand Chancellor did not stir until the next day.
Bed. Not his bed.
Room. Not his room either.
The “pillow” was soft and warm though, and he had slept rather well.
He rolled over lazily, then froze.
The man beside him had flawless features. Long lashes. Straight nose. Thin red lips. Every line was impeccable.
However.
Why was he not wearing any clothes?
Good grief. This minister was going to get a stye.
The Grand Chancellor, usually calm and ten steps ahead, blanked out.
Words like “Had they…
That would be too beastly.
No, something did not add up. With this one’s personality, he had a thief’s heart but not the courage. He would not dare.
Just as Yu Ge sank into a quagmire of “was my virtue compromised,” the other man rolled over. A long leg hooked around his waist and rubbed several times.
Yu Ge: “!!!”
M-maybe, maybe it was an unconscious reaction?
Plenty of people liked hugging something in their sleep. Totally normal. Stay calm. Must stay calm. He forced his little thumping heart to behave.
The man mumbled a few low sounds and flung an arm across again.
This time it landed on Yu Ge’s shoulder.
Yu Ge swore silently and activated his hips, inching stealthily outward, trying to escape those terrifying “claws.”
That only provoked the other. With a hard yank he rolled Yu Ge in a full circle. The world spun and when Yu Ge lifted his head, their noses bumped.
So close.
Grand Chancellor, internally: Mother, I am scared, we almost kissed. QAQ!
He did not have time to celebrate. The sleeping man stuck out his tongue and gave Yu Ge’s lips a lick.
“…”
What were the chances of him poking this person to death right now?
“Mmn. Tastes good.”
The sleeper smacked his lips with a satisfied little hum.
Eat, eat, eat. Eat your own yarn!
Was his charm truly inferior to a plate of pastries?
The Grand Chancellor grew more and more annoyed.
Thud.
A heavy impact.
Xing Ge covered her aching head from the impact and looked around bewildered. Her eyes finally landed on the Grand Chancellor sitting up on the bed, black hair spilling over a white night-robe, delicate as a lotus just lifted from water.
“I…”
“That is right, Your Majesty. You rolled over and fell just now,” he said helplessly.
“But…”
I clearly remember I was sleeping on the inside.
“But what?” He smiled, revealing teeth white as pearls. For some reason it felt ominous, and Xing Ge shut her mouth.
Even if her EQ suffered, she could at least read a face.
She had no idea what she had done wrong, but the Grand Chancellor’s aura was overwhelming. Better to behave and die less miserably.
“Your Majesty, I have a few questions. Please answer honestly. Otherwise.” His brows arched slightly.
“Ask anything. I will hold nothing back.”
Xing Ge folded her legs on the floor and sat properly like a model student.
“Good.” Yu Ge nodded. The child could be taught.
“Why am I sleeping here?”
“Because I carried you back.”
“Why carry me here?”
“To conveniently sleep!” Xing Ge looked at him like he had asked the dumbest question on earth.
“…”
Very good. Conversation dead.
He recalled there was a punishment in the dungeon reserved for the worst offenders. What was it again?
Castration, perhaps?
For some reason the Grand Chancellor’s gaze grew stranger and stranger. It drifted to places that could not be described.
Xing Ge instinctively pressed her legs together.
Her chastity should be safe… right?
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