This small cut wasn’t really an injury for Liang Ye – he was just exaggerating in front of Wang Dian, which ended up irritating him.
But Liang Ye enjoyed it very much.
He stroked Wang Dian’s hand where veins were bulging, and explained unprecedentedly. “It’s just a scrape, I know my limits.”
Wang Dian took a heavy breath, released his clothes, stared at him for a long while and suddenly gave a light laugh. “You know your limits?”
“Of course.” Liang Ye held his hand and made him sit on his lap, saying somewhat regretfully. “If I had used a bit more force, I could have twisted off that reckless fellow’s right arm and made it into a bone arrow for you to play with.”
Wang Dian lowered his eyes, reached toward Liang Ye’s waist and abdomen, gradually increasing pressure, “Does it hurt?”
“No.” Liang Ye smiled while holding his waist, “If you take good care of me, it will heal by tomorrow.”
Wang Dian’s fingers were covered in blood from Liang Ye’s wound. He raised his hand and slowly smeared the blood at the corner of Liang Ye’s eye and lips, smiling, “Is that so?”
Liang Ye was stunned for a moment, belatedly realizing that Wang Dian might have been frightened by him, which made him even happier, “Since you’re so worried—”
Before he could finish speaking, Wang Dian pressed his entire body against him, pinning him down on the bedding.
Liang Ye’s neck was gripped, making it somewhat difficult to breathe, but he didn’t resist. Under Wang Dian’s cold gaze, he laughed, “Why don’t you serve Zhen well?”
“Alright.” Wang Dian’s grip gradually tightened, as he bent down to kiss his blood-stained eye corner, saying softly, “Rather than watching you die in someone else’s hands, I’d rather fuck you to death.”
Liang Ye hooked his leg around his waist, suddenly using force to try to press him down, “Let Zhen instead—ugh.”
The wound at his waist unexpectedly hurt, causing his movement to falter for a moment. Wang Dian had already taken advantage to flip him over and pin him down, pressing a willow leaf knife against his neck, his voice slightly trembling, “If you’re unwilling, I’ll kill you right now.”
Liang Ye sensed something was off with Wang Dian, but the thrill still dominated, deliberately pressing his head toward the blade. The slight pain made him raise his eyebrows in satisfaction, “Come on then.”
Wang Dian suddenly withdrew the blade, staring at that small yet striking red mark on his neck, and bent down to bite it.
Liang Ye’s breath grew heavy, then Wang Dian pressed on his wound, the force so great as if he truly intended to kill him. Liang Ye finally realized something was wrong with him, “Wang Dian?”
A cold sensation traveled up from the base of his spine. Liang Ye instinctively wanted to resist the discomfort, but Wang Dian lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Wang Dian’s kisses were meticulous and gentle, calling his name again and again.
Liang Ye bit his teeth hard, frowning at his movements, but still didn’t push him away. Amid his displeasure was a trace of pleasure, “Zhen…will allow you this once, stop being angry.”
Wang Dian’s palm pressed hard on the wound at his waist, each time with increasing force. Liang Ye’s expression twisted in pain, yet he was also immersed in another kind of overwhelming pleasure, almost unable to contain his voice amid Wang Dian’s repeated calls of “Liang Ye.”
“Shut up,” Liang Ye’s breathing was somewhat broken as he fiercely said, “Call out again and Zhen will cut off your tongue—wait!”
Wang Dian’s gaze was moist and dark, his eyelashes casting shadows in the dim candlelight, appearing very gentle and considerate, “Alright.”
Liang Ye’s hand suddenly tightened on his arm as he panted twice, “…Move.”
Wang Dian admired his appearance in the throes of passion, his expression not much different from when he was bloodied on the battlefield, making one want to thoroughly crush and break him. His grip on Liang Ye’s waist gradually strengthened, his voice tinged with malice, “Your Majesty, do it yourself.”
Liang Ye’s momentarily dazed eyes suddenly turned sharp.
Wang Dian’s expression was dark, “Do I need to teach you?”
Anger rose in Liang Ye’s eyes as he bit down on his shoulder.
Wang Dian held him tightly, the pain in his shoulder making him laugh hoarsely.
………..
In the dim morning light, the tightly sealed tent remained dark until someone adjusted the candle wick twice, finally brightening the light.
Some cold liquid was poured onto the wound at his waist, followed immediately by a burning pain. Half-asleep Liang Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and just as he was about to spring up, a hand pressed down on his neck.
“Disinfecting.” Wang Dian looked at his slightly pale lips and tugged at the corner of his mouth emotionlessly, “Didn’t you say it didn’t hurt?”
Liang Ye collapsed back onto the bed in resignation, his fingers twitching slightly from the intense pain, his voice extremely hoarse, “You just wait, Zhen will deal with you.”
Wang Dian remained silent, expressionlessly treating the much-worsened wound on his waist, applying a thick layer of medicinal powder and wrapping it with clean bandages.
“Turn over.” He pushed Liang Ye, but he didn’t move.
“Waist hurts.” Liang Ye said woodenly, “Legs hurt, knees hurt too.”
Wang Dian lifted his trouser leg and indeed, his knees were swollen red, and his thighs were in quite a pitiful state. Seeing this made his throat dry as he shifted his gaze away indifferently, “Didn’t you say it didn’t hurt?”
“It hurts.” Liang Ye said with full vigor. “For someone as delicate and innocent as Zhen, how could you be so rough? Wang Dian, you’re shameless.”
“…Stop quoting from romance novels.” Wang Dian’s eye twitched, “Turn over.”
Liang Ye impatiently turned over, letting him tie the bandages, whimpering while holding his waist, “It hurts so much.”
Wang Dian coldly watched his act, his hand clenched into a fist inside his sleeve. After Liang Ye whimpered for a while with no response, he lifted his eyelids to glance at him, crossed his legs and used his foot to lift Wang Dian’s sleeve, tapping his hand, “Any harder and you’ll draw blood, relax.”
Wang Dian stared at him with heavy eyes.
Liang Ye hooked his wrist and skillfully placed his hand on his own stomach, softening his voice, “Wang Dian, it hurts.”
Wang Dian clenched his jaw but still forced himself to unclench his fist, placing his hand on his waist.
Liang Ye hummed once, happily rolled over, pulled him down to lie down, and swiftly wrapped them both in the blanket, holding him in his arms.
When Wang Dian frowned and tried to get up, he dramatically sucked in a cold breath.
“…” Wang Dian said coldly, “Stop pretending.”
Liang Ye chuckled softly, kissed his ear, “Not pretending.”
He quickly felt around Wang Dian’s sleeves, confirming again there were no daggers or short arrows hidden inside, before inconspicuously breathing a sigh of relief. He interlaced their fingers and stretched out his other arm for Wang Dian to use as a pillow, holding him in his embrace.
He stroked Wang Dian’s hair, “Still remember the prescription Li Bu wrote for you, we’ll get some medicine later and it’ll be fine.”
Wang Dian’s back stiffened slightly.
Liang Ye held him tighter, cleared his throat and said, “I can promise you… I won’t carelessly risk my life again.”
Wang Dian narrowed his eyes, staring at him with an unreadable expression.
“But you must also promise not to hide anything from me.” Liang Ye deliberately emphasized the word “me,” trying hard to imitate Wang Dian’s previous tone to mimic his demanded “respect,” and proposed what appeared to be a very “equal” condition.
Although nine and a half out of ten parts were pretense, although he already knew why Wang Dian had gotten angry, he still very patiently waited for Wang Dian to lose control and inflict substantial harm on him, gaining the upper hand before finding the right moment to propose his conditions.
Each move calculated, even emotions were manipulated to perfection.
Wang Dian frowned slightly and closed his eyes.
Liang Ye reached out to stroke his slightly trembling eyelashes.
“You saw everything.” Wang Dian said.
Liang Ye neither confirmed nor denied, only saying, “I’ve put away all those sleeve arrows and daggers for you. When you’re better, I’ll have better ones made for you.”
Yesterday evening on the city wall, after hastily dealing with Lu Shu and others, he had hurried to Wang Dian’s tent, only to witness Wang Dian having an episode of depression. When he saw Wang Dian almost stabbing the short arrow into his palm, he nearly lost control of himself.
But for depression, medicine could only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
He needed to use some methods to bind Wang Dian, then proceed gradually.
Wang Dian opened his eyes wearily, “Liang Ye, I—”
“It’s alright.” Liang Ye said lazily, “Zhen will pay you back.”
Wang Dian tugged at the corner of his mouth, sighed, and buried his head in the crook of his neck, “So full of schemes.”
Liang Ye stroked his head and smiled slightly into the void, almost identical to Wang Dian’s earlier smile, saying gently, “Sleep.”
Wang Dian closed his eyes, “Don’t think you can succeed like this.”
Trying to tame him using his depression – keep dreaming.
Liang Ye said triumphantly. “You’ve already agreed to my conditions.”
“Mm.” Wang Dian brushed past his wound, placing his hand on his lower back, “Considering your performance this time was acceptable.”
Liang Ye’s face instantly turned green, “Don’t even think about a next time.”
Where on earth did he learn such unspeakable methods!
Wang Dian, eyes closed, contentedly patted his bottom, perfunctorily saying, “Alright.”
Liang Ye had developed an indescribable psychological shadow from his “alright,” sneering, “Zhen will cut off your tongue.”
Wang Dian said seriously. “Yes—mmph.”
“Shut up.” Liang Ye threatened sinisterly, “Zhen’s ears are dirty enough already.”
Wang Dian regretfully closed his mouth.
Liang Ye rarely sighed, “Sleep.”
