LMY Chapter 195

Liang Ye felt very regretful that he couldn’t live in the palace, but his interest in Wang Dian far exceeded his interest in the bizarre modern society, so he quickly put this matter behind him.

When Wang Dian warned him for the third time not to twirl the knife while eating, he directly spun the small dinner knife into a beautiful flourish, scattering the decorative flower petals on the plate all over the tablecloth in a miserable state.

Although Wang Dian had specially ordered Chinese food to accommodate the newly arrived ancient person, he couldn’t restrain Liang Ye’s strong curiosity. Seeing people beside them eating Western food, he imperiously demanded Wang Dian buy the same for him. When it was served, he took two bites while wrinkling his nose, then enthusiastically demonstrated knife-twirling to Wang Dian.

“……” Wang Dian could only patiently select a few items with less stimulating flavors, then carefully cut up the steak for him, pushed it in front of him, and took away his wine glass that had been filled to the brim. “Eat.”

Liang Ye was barely satisfied and finally deigned to eat his meal.

Liang Ye ate at a decent pace, but looked very refined. Wang Dian enjoyed watching him eat, especially the momentary tension in his jaw muscles when chewing, the movement of his Adam’s apple when swallowing, and his conflicted expression of dislike mixed with unwillingness to waste food.

The most beautiful part was his lips.

Wang Dian took a sip of wine and looked at the empty plate in front of him. “Are you full?”

“No.” Liang Ye raised his chin at him, indicating that he should continue to ‘serve’ him.

Wang Dian was also enjoying himself, drinking wine while elegantly cutting meat, then watching Liang Ye take three pieces at once with his fork, eating with relish.

Liang Ye was still not accustomed to the thin Western trousers. His two long legs stretched freely under the dining table, brushing against Wang Dian’s ankle for a while. Seeing that Wang Dian wasn’t responding to him, he suddenly closed his legs together, trapping Wang Dian’s knees between them.

Wang Dian put down his dinner knife and looked up at him.

“You haven’t eaten a single bite.” Liang Ye narrowed his eyes and tapped the half-empty wine glass with his knife. “Can you get full drinking this fruit wine?”

“Not hungry.” Wang Dian’s smiling gaze stuck to him, as if appreciating a delicious feast that pleased all senses.

Liang Ye frowned slightly, devoured the remaining food on the table like a whirlwind, and drank up the remaining half glass of Wang Dian’s red wine.

Before getting in the car, Liang Ye examined the strangely-styled vehicle for a while, then somewhat skeptically followed Wang Dian to sit in the back seat. When the car started moving, Liang Ye immediately tensed his back and pulled Wang Dian into his arms.

Wang Dian leaned against him and laughed. Drinking red wine on an empty stomach in the early morning made him feel a bit nauseated. While Liang Ye held him, he tried to figure out how to open the car window. The cold wind that rushed in instantly intensified the feeling of drunkenness.

He grabbed Liang Ye’s restless hand that was trying to open the car door and said softly, “You can’t jump out while the car is moving.”

Liang Ye could only regretfully give up, reaching out to hold Wang Dian’s slightly warm cheeks, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Why aren’t you hungry?”

Wang Dian half-closed his eyes and buried his head in the crook of Liang Ye’s neck, pretending to be drunk, but his hands mischievously opened Liang Ye’s shirt to touch his lower back, caressing for a while before sighing comfortably. “Mmm.”

Liang Ye raised an eyebrow, allowing him to cling to himself. Previously, when Wang Dian’s depression flared up, he would often lose his appetite and become especially clingy, but at least he could still eat a little. The two had been fooling around for so long that Liang Ye’s eyes were almost green with hunger, yet Wang Dian hadn’t taken a single bite.

Moreover, sometimes when Wang Dian looked at him, his eyes seemed as if he was so hungry he wanted to devour him alive.

Very interesting.

His eyes revealed a hint of excitement as he examined himself, rolling up his sleeve and bringing his arm close to Wang Dian’s mouth, eagerly suggesting, “Do you want to taste it?”

“……” Wang Dian felt the warm skin against his lips, his Adam’s apple involuntarily swallowing hard twice. Using almost all of his self-control, he raised his hand to push Liang Ye’s arm back down, smiling slightly. “You’re crazy.”

Liang Ye looked somewhat disappointed as he raised an eyebrow, but then he saw Wang Dian grab his wrist, lift it to his lips, and gently and deliberately kiss it.

The soft, moist sensation of lips and tongue made Liang Ye’s scalp tingle slightly. Wang Dian’s infatuated and intoxicated expression both satisfied and unsatisfied him, so he obligingly raised his wrist, enticing Wang Dian to lift his head, replacing the wrist with his own lips.

By the time the car stopped, Liang Ye was almost intoxicated by Wang Dian’s sweet wine breath. Leaning against the car window, he kissed Wang Dian’s ear in a slight daze. “Wang Dian, has the car stopped?”

The driver behind the partition showed great professionalism by not making a sound.

“Yes.” Wang Dian lay on top of him, taking a breath, unsatisfied and irritated as he bit Liang Ye’s collar until it was wet, then forced himself to calm down. “…Let’s go.”

The villa wasn’t particularly large; it was a temporary residence Wang Dian had bought for mountain climbing. As soon as they got out of the car, Wang Dian’s neck was filled with cold wind, instantly chilling the thin layer of sweat from their earlier activity.

Liang Ye, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened. He even found his coat heavy and hot, so he draped it over Wang Dian, narrowed his eyes to examine the three-story house in front of him, then turned skeptically to Wang Dian, “Did your company go bankrupt?”

The Emperor probably thought this small building was really shabby and, skilled at using new words he had learned from his phone, readily expressed his sympathy.

“…No.” Wang Dian was taken aback for a moment before walking forward beside him. “I can still afford to keep you. Let’s go in.”

Liang Ye’s expression became somewhat solemn. “Then when will Zhen’s palace be ready?”

Wang Dian turned to look at him in shock. “When the fuck did I promise to build you a palace?”

“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” Liang Ye was even more shocked than him. “Do you really expect Zhen to live with you in this kind of small broken house forever?”

Wang Dian looked at the villa that cost tens of millions, then at the self-righteous Liang Ye, and gritted his teeth. “Then you’ll just have to wait.”

Liang Ye coldly snorted and entered with his hands behind his back. Looking at the monotonous black, white, and gray interior, he once again expressed his disdain. While Wang Dian was showering, he arrogantly inspected the territory and finally found the satisfying features of this house.

“The bed is very large,” Liang Ye said, standing at the bathroom door with his arms folded, his gaze sweeping over the spacious massage bathtub. “The bath is barely usable.”

Wang Dian was wiping his hair in front of the mirror and smirked when he heard this. “Future prospects.”

The steam in the bathroom was quite thick. Liang Ye didn’t want to step on the wet tiles, so he continued to lean against the door, observing Wang Dian. He casually remarked, “Why is this mirror so big?”

It took up an entire wall and looked a bit strange.

Wang Dian’s wet bangs hung in front of his eyes, making it difficult to see the darkness in them. He slowly curled his lips and said, “If it wasn’t big, how could I see you clearly?”

Liang Ye’s gaze met Wang Dian’s in the mirror.

Cold, gloomy, fanatical, distorted.

“Do you know what I do when I miss you?” Wang Dian raised his hand and intimately caressed the face in the mirror that looked exactly like Liang Ye’s. Then, under Liang Ye’s scrutinizing and puzzled gaze, he leaned forward and gently kissed himself.

Liang Ye stared intently at his actions, his breath instantly freezing.

Wang Dian turned his head slightly and flashed a challenging smile at him. “Like this, I pretend the me in the mirror is you.”

Liang Ye’s face darkened as he straightened his relaxed shoulders.

“But the mirror is too cold, it doesn’t feel real.” Wang Dian raised his hand to rub his own lips, then slowly moved his hand down, casually reaching to grip his own neck, applying slight pressure as he smiled arrogantly at Liang Ye in the mirror. “This way, it’s barely—”

Before he could finish, he was pressed against the cold mirror by Liang Ye.

Two identical faces were reflected in the mirror, an eerie similarity mixed with intimacy. An ambiguous and dangerous atmosphere floated in the steam.

“You are Zhen’s,” Liang Ye gripped the hand that was on his neck, staring at Wang Dian’s eyes in the mirror. “Not yours.”

Wang Dian’s eyebrows twitched slightly. “Then what about you?”

“Zhen belongs to you.” Liang Ye domineeringly placed Wang Dian’s hand on his own neck and smiled fiercely. “Next time you dare to kiss yourself in front of Zhen, Zhen will kill you.”

Wang Dian laughed dryly. “You’re crazy.”

Liang Ye lowered his head and bit Wang Dian’s nape. Wang Dian’s back instantly straightened in alertness, a flash of murderous intent passing through his eyes.

Liang Ye glanced up, staring at him arrogantly and provocatively through the mirror. “Eat.”

“Not hungry.” Wang Dian’s grip on his neck gradually tightened. “Let go.”

Hearing this, Liang Ye bit down harder in displeasure, then smelled the begonia fragrance on his neck. His breathing suddenly paused, and he reluctantly released his bite, lowering his head to nuzzle the reddened teeth marks with his nose in a conciliatory manner, asking in a muffled voice. “Do you have rice at home?”

“Yes.” Wang Dian squeezed his Adam’s apple, paused, then hooked his arm around Liang Ye’s neck, pressing Liang Ye’s head onto his shoulder. “What for?”

Liang Ye took a deep breath, resisting the temptation with difficulty, then picked Wang Dian up in his arms and resolutely walked out of the bathroom.

Wang Dian dissatisfiedly tugged at his ear, saying darkly, “Liang Ziyu, put me down.”

Liang Ye placed him on the dining table and frowned: “Zhen wants to make porridge for you, but you need to teach Zhen how to light a fire first.”

“……” After a moment of silence, Wang Dian still couldn’t help but swear.

Half an hour later, Wang Dian smelled the light fragrance of the plain porridge, then turned to look at Liang Ye wearing an apron. “Can you fucking act like an emperor for once?”

“There are no emperors here, Zhen doesn’t need to act like one.” Liang Ye lifted the apron like a robe hem and sat down beside Wang Dian, scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, then brought it to Wang Dian’s lips, commanding, “Eat.”

Wang Dian had no appetite whatsoever, but considering that Liang Ye had made it, he reluctantly opened his mouth.

Liang Ye tirelessly fed him half a bowl of porridge and watched him drink a cup of warm water before finally seeming relieved.

Wang Dian had always been difficult to take care of; when his depression acted up, it took coaxing and trickery to get him to take medicine, sleep, and eat. Now he was even more difficult—not only unwilling to eat or sleep but also wanting to drag him into indulging in passion day and night.

Although Liang Ye was very willing to comply from the bottom of his heart, he feared Wang Dian’s body would collapse if he continued like this.

He hadn’t cared about these things before, but he had already lost Wang Dian once. Now that he had finally found him, he needed to take good care of him.

After much effort, Wang Dian finally settled down obediently in his arms and fell asleep. The dark circles under his eyes made his face look even paler, and his body had become thinner.

Liang Ye glared at him fiercely, staring until his eyes hurt, then lowered his gaze and gently touched Wang Dian’s intact chest before carefully embracing him, listening attentively to Wang Dian’s steady, even breathing and heartbeat.

A living Wang Dian.

One who could eat, drink, talk, and get angry.

Not a tattered, bloody imperial robe.

The phone by the pillow suddenly vibrated. Liang Ye quickly picked it up and muted it, looking at the incomplete small characters on the screen with a frown before unlocking it with a fingerprint.

It was a text message.

Yu Zetian: Mr. Wang, I’m really sorry. Look at what I’ve done. If I had known that the auction was organized by you, how could I have been so blind as to bid on your collection? Please be magnanimous and don’t blame me. When are you free recently? I’d like to apologize to you in person.

Then there were several consecutive photos, all showing bones of various sizes, white and cold, lying on black velvet, looking particularly chilling.

Yu Zetian: Do you like any of these?

“……” Liang Ye looked down at Wang Dian, who was sleeping soundly, couldn’t resist kissing his hair, then looked at the photos on the phone screen with murderous intent.

Wang Dian didn’t like bones at all; he had rejected them even when Liang Ye had enthusiastically given them to him before. This surnamed Yu still dared to scare him with photos.

Tired of living.

He pulled Wang Dian closer in his arms, found a comfortable position to hold him, and began to study how to reply to the message.