The Target Always Thinks That I Like Him!
/ The Target Always Thinks That I Like Him! Chapter 3 part14
Xiang Han had, at first, been rendered completely powerless and unable to resist by the drugs. After its effects subsided, he was then tormented to exhaustion by Zhao Ze - he couldn't even find the energy to lift a finger by the end.
With the last of his strength, he attempted to draw forth the aura of an emperor and berate this insolent subject, but his voice came out broken and rather weak. Rather than forceful, it seemed more like he was coquettishly feigning anger.
Zhao Ze carefully kissed him sincerely and respectfully, yet his movements did not show the slightest hint of stopping.
Xiang Han bitterly clawed him but was very quickly flooded by the tide and fainted from fatigue.
Halfway through, some servants stood outside the palace to report that something had happened to Prince Liang. However, he had been too worn-out and completely did not hear what they said as he fell asleep.
When he woke up once more, Xiang Han stared at the ceiling in a daze, with an expression like he wanted to die.
It has already been three worlds, why was he the one always being done? It wasn't that being on the bottom wasn't alright and, frankly speaking, from the bottom of his heart, apart from having his pleas to stop constantly being rejected, most of the time...it felt quite good.
But this was human nature. The more unattainable something was, the more they wanted to obtain it. He just wanted to experience what it was like being on top, and this thought made his heart itch. Just once was enough, but why was it always impossible?
The worst part was, this time, he had even jump into a pit he had dug for himself.
Xiang Han was depressed and wanted to stand up to take a look at the Nine Songs of Lovers pot. He really could not understand how he had actually poured the medicine for himself.
Unfortunately, the moment he stood up, he fell back onto the bed with a hiss. A wave of pain washed over his waist as if it had been broken and a certain place was in unspeakable agony.
Zhao Ze had been kneeling by the dragon bed. Once he heard the sound of movement, he quickly stood up with an expression of worry, “Your Majesty, you've finally woken up. Do you feel discomfort anywhere? Do you need anything? Let this servant help you.”
Xiang Han saw him and his fury rose once more. He angrily raised his hand and pointed a trembling finger at him, fuming, “You deceitful and disrespectful servant, defying the monarch and disobeying...rebellious servant!”
Zhao Ze disregarded the criticisms and stepped forward to catch a hold of the dragon's claw, planting a kiss on the tips of his fingers. He gently said, “Your Majesty, where do you feel uncomfortable? Let this servant give you a massage.”
Xiang Han immediately turned his face away furiously, “I don't want you. Call the imperial physician in.”
Zhao Ze was stuck, “Beg Your Majesty for forgiveness, but if the imperial physician were to see you now...it wouldn't be too good.”
Xiang Han lifted his dragon claws and saw that from his fingers to his wrists were filled with marks and nearly choked in anger. He bitterly wanted to give him a kick, but the moment he lifted a leg, there was a wave of pain in his hips and he could only obediently sit still. He could only agree reluctantly, “Forget it, come and give Zhen a massage.”
After saying so, he used all his effort to roll over while another wave of pain assaulted him, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air.
When Zhao Ze heard this, he became so excited that his fingers trembled. Not only did His Majesty not punish him, he even allowed him to touch his body...
他忙坐到床边，双手隔着布料，紧张的按在略显瘦削的腰身。察觉到掌下身体颤抖了一下，他也忍不住跟着微颤，深吸一口气后，才开始轻柔按捏。
He hurriedly sat on the side of the bed. His hands were separated by a layer of fabric but he still nervously pressed the slim waist. Feeling the body below shiver, he couldn't help but tremble too. After he took a deep breath, he finally began to massage him gently.
Xiang Han had been overly sore and being massaged like this gave him an instant bout of relief. Although he had clenched his teeth, he still could not help groaning. When Zhao Ze heard it, he was agitated; his heart was like a frisky monkey while his mind was a cantering horse[2].
Xiang Han laid sprawled on the bed for awhile before he suddenly remembered he had not yet gone to morning court. He quivered and abruptly sat up, hissing in pain as he held his waist, “What time is it now?”
“It's almost noon,” Zhao Ze hurriedly supported him to lie back down while calmly saying, “This minister has already instructed Head Minister Li to inform the royal court that your dragon body is unwell and you will be skipping today's morning court.”
Xiang Han then relaxed and laid back down, glaring at him, “Minister Zhao, fabricating an imperial edict and disrespecting the monarch, are you aware of your crimes?”
“This servant understands, begs Your Majesty for his punishment.” Zhao Ze honestly admitted.
Xiang Han's heart was stuffy. He could neither hit nor chide him, and in the end, only waved his hands, “I'll punish you in the future, you will always be on the bottom.”
Zhao Ze heard this and his eyes lit up in excitement, “This servant complies.”
Xiang Han, “...” He suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Zhen isn't talking about the seats,” He weakly emphasised.
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Xiang Han had, at first, been rendered completely powerless and unable to resist by the drugs. After its effects subsided, he was then tormented to exhaustion by Zhao Ze - he couldn't even find the energy to lift a finger by the end.
With the last of his strength, he attempted to draw forth the aura of an emperor and berate this insolent subject, but his voice came out broken and rather weak. Rather than forceful, it seemed more like he was coquettishly feigning anger.
Zhao Ze carefully kissed him sincerely and respectfully, yet his movements did not show the slightest hint of stopping.
Xiang Han bitterly clawed him but was very quickly flooded by the tide and fainted from fatigue.
Halfway through, some servants stood outside the palace to report that something had happened to Prince Liang. However, he had been too worn-out and completely did not hear what they said as he fell asleep.
When he woke up once more, Xiang Han stared at the ceiling in a daze, with an expression like he wanted to die.
It has already been three worlds, why was he the one always being done? It wasn't that being on the bottom wasn't alright and, frankly speaking, from the bottom of his heart, apart from having his pleas to stop constantly being rejected, most of the time...it felt quite good.
But this was human nature. The more unattainable something was, the more they wanted to obtain it. He just wanted to experience what it was like being on top, and this thought made his heart itch. Just once was enough, but why was it always impossible?
The worst part was, this time, he had even jump into a pit he had dug for himself.
Xiang Han was depressed and wanted to stand up to take a look at the Nine Songs of Lovers pot. He really could not understand how he had actually poured the medicine for himself.
Unfortunately, the moment he stood up, he fell back onto the bed with a hiss. A wave of pain washed over his waist as if it had been broken and a certain place was in unspeakable agony.
Zhao Ze had been kneeling by the dragon bed. Once he heard the sound of movement, he quickly stood up with an expression of worry, “Your Majesty, you've finally woken up. Do you feel discomfort anywhere? Do you need anything? Let this servant help you.”
Xiang Han saw him and his fury rose once more. He angrily raised his hand and pointed a trembling finger at him, fuming, “You deceitful and disrespectful servant, defying the monarch and disobeying...rebellious servant!”
Zhao Ze disregarded the criticisms and stepped forward to catch a hold of the dragon's claw, planting a kiss on the tips of his fingers. He gently said, “Your Majesty, where do you feel uncomfortable? Let this servant give you a massage.”
Xiang Han immediately turned his face away furiously, “I don't want you. Call the imperial physician in.”
Zhao Ze was stuck, “Beg Your Majesty for forgiveness, but if the imperial physician were to see you now...it wouldn't be too good.”
Xiang Han lifted his dragon claws and saw that from his fingers to his wrists were filled with marks and nearly choked in anger. He bitterly wanted to give him a kick, but the moment he lifted a leg, there was a wave of pain in his hips and he could only obediently sit still. He could only agree reluctantly, “Forget it, come and give Zhen a massage.”
After saying so, he used all his effort to roll over while another wave of pain assaulted him, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air.
When Zhao Ze heard this, he became so excited that his fingers trembled. Not only did His Majesty not punish him, he even allowed him to touch his body...
他忙坐到床边，双手隔着布料，紧张的按在略显瘦削的腰身。察觉到掌下身体颤抖了一下，他也忍不住跟着微颤，深吸一口气后，才开始轻柔按捏。
He hurriedly sat on the side of the bed. His hands were separated by a layer of fabric but he still nervously pressed the slim waist. Feeling the body below shiver, he couldn't help but tremble too. After he took a deep breath, he finally began to massage him gently.
Xiang Han had been overly sore and being massaged like this gave him an instant bout of relief. Although he had clenched his teeth, he still could not help groaning. When Zhao Ze heard it, he was agitated; his heart was like a frisky monkey while his mind was a cantering horse[2].
Xiang Han laid sprawled on the bed for awhile before he suddenly remembered he had not yet gone to morning court. He quivered and abruptly sat up, hissing in pain as he held his waist, “What time is it now?”
“It's almost noon,” Zhao Ze hurriedly supported him to lie back down while calmly saying, “This minister has already instructed Head Minister Li to inform the royal court that your dragon body is unwell and you will be skipping today's morning court.”
Xiang Han then relaxed and laid back down, glaring at him, “Minister Zhao, fabricating an imperial edict and disrespecting the monarch, are you aware of your crimes?”
“This servant understands, begs Your Majesty for his punishment.” Zhao Ze honestly admitted.
Xiang Han's heart was stuffy. He could neither hit nor chide him, and in the end, only waved his hands, “I'll punish you in the future, you will always be on the bottom.”
Zhao Ze heard this and his eyes lit up in excitement, “This servant complies.”
Xiang Han, “...” He suddenly had a bad feeling.
“Zhen isn't talking about the seats,” He weakly emphasised.
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