Liang Ye’s gaze noticeably deepened under the candlelight, “Come here.”
Wang Dian walked over without changing his expression, feigning ignorance, “Why are you here?”
Liang Ye didn’t speak, he just lowered his head and unwrapped the bandage on Wang Dian’s hand. Seeing the wound that had been treated with medicine and soaked with blood, the pressure in the room instantly dropped.
The wound was still painful when exposed to the air. Wang Dian frowned half genuinely and half pretentiously. Liang Ye glanced at him indifferently and took out a bottle of ointment to apply to the wound.
“Hey, be gentle!” Wang Dian really felt pain this time, his lips turned pale.
Seeing this, Liang Ye lightened his touch discontentedly, “Zhen didn’t use much force.”
“Hiss…” Wang Dian winced, “What is this stuff?”
“It’s for scar removal.” Liang Ye hastily rewrapped the bandage and looked him up and down, “Are there injuries anywhere else?”
“No more.” Wang Dian sighed in relief, holding his numb hand. But before he could fully relax, he was pulled by Liang Ye towards the inner room.
“What are you doing?” Wang Dian was confused.
“Zhen is checking.” As soon as Liang Ye closed the door, he wanted to undress Wang Dian.
“Are you sick!” Wang Dian was a bit dazed, pulling his sleeve to prevent him from moving.
Liang Ye looked at him with a heavy gaze, pinching the small scar on the back of his left hand, “Zhen doesn’t like it when there are parts of you that are different from Zhen.”
Wang Dian knew about his quirk. Liang Ye had pierced his ears just to match his, and after getting injured on Shizai Mountain, he had carefully applied scar removal ointment. The only scar they had was on the back of their left hands, and all other parts were exactly the same…
It was a bit obsessive.
Liang Ye was somewhat irritated and wanted to pull at his collar, “But if you leave the palace for a few days, you run around everywhere. Today someone cut your palm, tomorrow someone could cut off your head.”
“It’s not as exaggerated as you think, this time it was purely an accident.” Wang Dian was speaking when he was caught off guard and his collar was pulled open, revealing two small wounds on his neck. The blood had already stopped on its own, but the surrounding area was red.
Liang Ye’s slightly cool fingertips pressed on his wound. Wang Dian turned his head to the side, but was pressed back by him holding the back of his neck. Wang Dian was somewhat irritated by his aggressive action, “Be gentle!”
“You know it hurts and yet you dare to run around.” Liang Ye pressed on his neck, his fingertips maliciously exerting force, and the wound that had just healed was rubbed out with blood again.
“I said it was an accident.” Wang Dian wanted to remove his paws, but his arms were neatly twisted behind his back by him.
Liang Ye ground his teeth, lowering his head to bite down on the wound, causing Wang Dian to wince in pain. However, he was held firmly in Liang Ye’s arms, unable to move until Liang Ye finished licking the blood from the wound, his eyes filled with a maddening satisfaction. Only then did he release his grip, his force finally easing as he pressed his head against Wang Dian’s shoulder, nuzzling him.
Wang Dian gritted his teeth, saying, “If you go f*cking crazy again, get lost!”
Liang Ye’s kissing motion paused momentarily, and he hesitated before reluctantly releasing Wang Dian. Feeling guilty, he rubbed his nose against the back of his neck and tried to apply medicine to the wound on his neck, but Wang Dian raised his hand to block him.
“Do you think your things are not perfect if they are damaged?” Wang Dian blocked his hand, squinting his eyes.
Liang Ye averted his gaze, vaguely responded, and changed the subject, “Zhen is applying medicine for you.”
“Do you have to cover it with a wound that you bit yourself?” Wang Dian lowered his head to untie the bandage that he had just tied, revealing the wound that had started to bleed again because he had forcibly applied scar removal medicine. He casually wiped it with a cloth strip and brought it to Liang Ye’s mouth, “Come on, bite, bite hard, cover the original wound, and all the wounds will be the ones you made yourself.”
Liang Ye’s throat moved slightly, he stared at Wang Dian’s indistinguishable angry expression with caution, and subconsciously backed away.
“Don’t you want to bite?” Wang Dian smiled and pressed his bloody palm to his lips. Seeing that he was about to open his mouth, his tone suddenly became dark and harsh, “Bite!”
Liang Ye immediately closed his mouth, took his hand down, lowered his head and took the cloth strip to clean up the previous medicine powder, ointment, and blood honestly, then took a bottle of golden sore medicine powder and sprinkled it on him, carefully bandaged it, and tied a nice knot.
Wang Dian looked at the knot for a while, his face tense, “Neck.”
Liang Ye also carefully applied medicine to the wound on his neck and bandaged it. He glanced at his face with the corner of his eye, seeing his complexion slightly eased, he clicked his tongue discontentedly, “You are not only delicate but also have a big temper.”
Wang Dian held his really painful hand, sighed tiredly, “I was injured, you don’t care about me, let alone let me add injury to injury, you tell me the reason.”
“Why should Zhen care about you?” Liang Ye frowned.
“Then why the hell are you with me!” Wang Dian angrily grabbed his collar, placing his injured hand in front of him, he said viciously, “Blow on it.”
Liang Ye looked confused and blew on his hand, “Zhen didn’t learn magic from the master, can’t blow it well.”
“…” Wang Dian, venting his anger, pinched his face hard, “Idiot.”
“Don’t think Zhen doesn’t know you’re cursing Zhen.” Liang Ye squinted his eyes.
Wang Dian sneered lightly, “The curse is indeed for you.”
“Presumptuous.” Liang Ye reached out and gently touched his neck, and wanted to untie it again.
Wang Dian stared at him expressionlessly, “It’s not too late to apply scar removal ointment when the wound is almost healed, applying it now only makes me hurt more and serves no purpose.”
“Delicate.” Liang Ye looked at him with disdain, but still reluctantly withdrew his hand.
Wang Dian said, “It’s not the fault of those two guards outside, it’s because there was a hole chiseled out under the boat where I was listening to the qin, and I was unlucky enough to encounter a robber.”
Liang Ye clicked his tongue.
“Accumulate some virtue, don’t kill.” Wang Dian said.
Liang Ye raised an eyebrow, “On what basis do you determine that Zhen wants to kill those two fools?”
“You look at the two of them as if they are dead.” Wang Dian sighed, “It’s not necessary, I was just careless.”
“Heh, Zhen insists on killing them, to make you remember today’s lesson—uhmp.” Liang Ye was suddenly silenced, glaring at him discontentedly.
“I don’t like to hear it.” Wang Dian smiled slightly.
Liang Ye slapped his hand away, sneered, but still didn’t insist on killing, then this fellow stared at him with a dark expression, “Serve Zhen well tonight, and Zhen will spare them.”
“My neck hurts, my hand hurts even more.” Wang Dian simply fell onto the bed.
Liang Ye’s eyes lit up, “Then how about—”
“There’s no ‘how about’.” Wang Dian simply interrupted his wishful thinking, closed his eyes lazily, “Like me, a ‘thing’ that has been injured, delicate, bad-tempered, hard to serve, Your Majesty, take your time, no need to send off.”
Liang Ye flicked his robe, propped his arms on either side of his head, covering him entirely, and laughed condescendingly, “The old woman sent Zhen a dozen young and beautiful men, Zhen couldn’t refuse, so they were all taken into the harem.”
Wang Dian opened his eyes, and a chill suddenly overflowed from the bottom of his eyes.
