Strongly Spoiled by the Villainous Tyrant After Climbing into the Dragon’s Bed - Chapter 17

Although his knees were weak, his bones remained stubborn. Remembering what Tan Huairan had said yesterday, Zhan Yueqing scrambled back up, his body swaying unsteadily.

Tan Huairan’s sword-like brows arched as if something had just occurred to him.

“Why is Your Majesty here?” Zhan Yueqing asked boldly.

Tan Huairan gave a cold sneer. He crossed his legs and leaned against the carriage wall, a violent aura suddenly surging around him.

His gaze swept over Zhan Yueqing—

“Take a guess.”

Zhan Yueqing’s mind was shrouded in drunkenness, leaving him utterly dazed. “I can’t guess it.”

“What were you doing in a brothel?” Tan Huairan questioned.

Zhan Yueqing’s eyes were misty. “What’s wrong with going there to have a little fun?”

The air inside the carriage instantly froze.

“The brothel is quite fun,” Zhan Yueqing said without any guard. Remembering the kiss Shihua had left on his cheek through the black veil, he added, “…and the people there smell very nice.”

The veins on Tan Huairan’s forehead throbbed. His gaze landed on that lip print, and his expression grew increasingly hideous.

Fun? Smells nice?

Just how close did you have to be to smell the scent on them?

He lowered his eyes to glance at Zhan Yueqing’s clothes and narrowed his eyes.

The secret guards had reported that when Zhan Yueqing left the palace, he was wearing black robes. How had they turned dark blue now?

“Did you take a fancy to someone in that brothel?”

Tan Huairan’s voice dropped another degree in temperature.

Zhan Yueqing’s eyes flickered with confusion, not understanding why he would say such a thing—but that moment of hesitation was caught by Tan Huairan. To him, it was no different from a silent admission.

“I… ah!”

Zhan Yueqing was about to explain, but his words were cut short as his body was yanked into Tan Huairan’s embrace, crashing hard against the man’s chest.

…Such hard abdominal muscles.

The thought popped into Zhan Yueqing’s head at a very inappropriate time.

“Answer me.”

The voice coming from above was laced with fury.

Suddenly, Zhan Yueqing grew angry as well. “We are neither kin nor friend, neither husband nor wife. By what status do you speak to me like this?”

In Tan Huairan’s eyes, this looked like a classic case of turning anger into a shield for shame.

Tan Huairan’s pupils constricted. He gripped Zhan Yueqing’s waist, forcefully pressing him into his chest while his palm slowly began to stroke the boy’s leg—

“Have you forgotten? That night, you still haven’t ‘pleased’ me.”

Zhan Yueqing: “…”

Since I ate his food and took his things, I suppose I did agree to this.

“But, that was for the entrance exam,” he muttered. “Not for an official position…”

Tan Huairan: “Do you not like it?”

Zhan Yueqing paused, looking at Tan Huairan’s face. “I like it.”

He’s a bit handsome… no, he’s very handsome!

He stealthily reached out a claw and pinched Tan Huairan’s face, leaving a small mark.

Tan Huairan raised an eyebrow. “Then isn’t that right?”

Their bodies were pressed together. The woody scent on Tan Huairan gradually enveloped him, as the tall man’s frame circled the thin youth.

The sensation of the toxic markings on his leg being slowly rubbed felt strange. Zhan Yueqing looked up with hazy eyes. “Right about what?”

Playing dumb.

Tan Huairan sneered. “Take it off.”

Zhan Yueqing was stunned. “Take what off?”

“This isn’t your scent,” Tan Huairan spoke coldly. “The outer robe. Take it off.”

Oh, the outer robe? Zhan Yueqing slowly processed the request. He thought he meant his pants.

He sniffled and raised his hands to shed the outer garment.

Fortunately, it wasn’t cold inside the carriage.

His clothes were layered; the robe belonged to Shihua. Earlier, someone had accidentally spilled wine on him, which was why Zhan Yueqing had changed out of his original robes.

Once the outer robe was removed, his own inner clothes remained, and the thick floral scent belonging to Shihua dissipated significantly.

Seeing the way he obediently stripped off the robe, Tan Huairan’s gaze darkened.

“It’s… off…” Zhan Yueqing rustled around in his arms for a while before realizing he had touched something hard.

“?”

Zhan Yueqing was truly drunk. “Tan Huai, your abs…”

Tan Huairan’s body stiffened.

“…are so hard.”

Zhan Yueqing murmured, “Tan Huai, why did you want to eat people yesterday? Human flesh has viruses…”

Tan Huairan narrowed his eyes, suddenly reaching out to tilt Zhan Yueqing’s chin up, seemingly trying to judge exactly how drunk he was.

Zhan Yueqing’s cheeks were a bit hot. The charcoal brazier in the carriage was burning brightly, making his face appear flushed and healthy, no longer looking so sickly.

He snuggled into Tan Huairan’s arms, yet he still seemed uncomfortable, trying to find a better position.

Why can’t I sit flat…

Zhan Yueqing was severely intoxicated and muddled; even his speech was somewhat slurred.

Tan Huairan’s breath hitched.

“Tan Huai,” Zhan Yueqing spoke again, whispering to himself, “Where is my brother…”

Tan Huairan froze, his voice turning icy. “Brother?”

“Mhm…” Zhan Yueqing was still unaware of the danger. “Where is Brother Jun? I… mmm…”

A finger suddenly pressed against Zhan Yueqing’s fragile lips, making his voice even more muffled.

The thin calluses of the fingertip rubbed against his lips, chafing them until they turned red.

“Mmm, ah…” Zhan Yueqing tilted his head to dodge—

How strange, why are there so many things standing up?

The way he dodged stimulated Tan Huairan.

“Zhan Yueqing.”

Tan Huairan called his name.

The low, raspy voice sounded quite nice. Zhan Yueqing gave a dainty “Mhm” to show he heard.

“Please me.”

Tan Huairan said it once more.

Zhan Yueqing blinked, seeing the face clearly, and said dazed, “But, last time it was you pleasing me…”

His voice was cut off by a kiss.

Tan Huairan suddenly leaned down and kissed him, using his canines to rub against the spot where the lip print had been, biting down hard.

Zhan Yueqing winced in pain and tried to struggle, but his movements were shackled. He was bitten in a daze…

The wolf-like teeth rubbed and bit at him until a faint hint of blood appeared.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Huairan finally broke the kiss. He looked into Zhan Yueqing’s eyes, his voice cold and tinged with a bit of malice—

“The person you like will please you, but Tan Huairan is a bastard. This bastard even eats people. If you don’t please him, he will cut off your flesh.”

Remembering the sea of corpses and blood from last night, Zhan Yueqing shuddered. A subconscious thought made him speak slowly, trying to reason with the tyrant: “But, but you are the same… ah!”

His waist was pinched, and Zhan Yueqing frowned, unable to stop a cry of pain.

Tan Huairan seemed wary of something and did not speak. He raised his hand, his short fingernails grazing Zhan Yueqing’s face—

It reminded Zhan Yueqing of that silver blade.

So cold, Zhan Yueqing thought fuzzily. So scary, I don’t want to be eaten.

The alcohol made his brain slow. He thought about the Tan Huai of the past for a while before finally rustling as he sat up.

Tan Huairan thought he was about to fall asleep, but he hadn’t expected him to get up again.

“Lean back…” Zhan Yueqing commanded, pushing Tan Huairan toward the carriage wall. He said blankly, “Lean back… don’t move, okay?”

Tan Huairan looked up in surprise.

At the very moment he looked up, Zhan Yueqing wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and captured those slightly cool, thin lips.

Tan Huairan’s pupils shrank.

A soft tongue, like a cunning fox, pried open his teeth, mixing the scent of wine into his breath.

Zhan Yueqing pulled away with some confusion, his crimson eyes looking at him, both innocent and puzzled: “Why did your abs get even harder?”

Tan Huairan: “…”

“Are you happy now?” Zhan Yueqing asked again. “Are you pleased?”

Tan Huairan narrowed his eyes, his voice still very cold. “No.”

—But the fingers curled around Zhan Yueqing’s waist, gradually tightening, betrayed him.

Unaware of the tightening grip on his waist, Zhan Yueqing frowned. He could only lean back in to kiss him again, like a small animal, sniffing his face, taking a little bite, and then continuing to kiss.

As he kissed, Zhan Yueqing started to feel uncomfortable. A strange sensation seemed to flood through his limbs.

“You’re still not happy…? You’re so hard to coax.” He looked at the cold-faced tyrant before him and murmured, “The bastard really isn’t as easy to coax as Tan Huai…”

Tan Huairan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “Did you drink the wine at the brothel?”

“But I don’t want to be eaten by you like those people…” Zhan Yueqing could no longer process the words. He rubbed his head against the crook of Tan Huairan’s neck like a pampered little beast. “Your Majesty…”

Tan Huairan looked down at him, his fingers twitching. He suddenly realized that his endurance was indeed much better than before.

“I feel a bit unwell.” Zhan Yueqing murmured as he looked up at Tan Huairan, but he couldn’t quite say what was wrong. “…It’s so hot.”

Tan Huairan caught Zhan Yueqing’s hand, removing his glove, speaking as if leading him on, “Where does it feel unwell?”

Zhan Yueqing couldn’t say. He broke free from the man’s arms and sniffled. “I must be tired. I’ll probably feel better after I wake up.”

That expression was all too familiar. Tan Huairan knew exactly why he was “unwell.” His eyes flickered, and he let out a cold laugh.

Zhan Yueqing, however, burrowed into his embrace, trying to use sleep to alleviate the discomfort.

Tan Huairan pulled over a heavy cloak and covered him.

The carriage finally began to move.

Sniffing his scent, Zhan Yueqing felt increasingly restless, but he knew it wasn’t a cold.

What was it then?

Zhan Yueqing remembered that sweltering summer after high school graduation, the electric fan, and the clean yet wrinkled bed.

The sycamore trees outside the window were lush green. On that wrinkled bed, he had sat atop Tan Huai, swaying.

“Tan Huai…”

His voice sounded pained.

“Mhm.”

Tan Huai clasped his palm.

The delicate veins of the leaves were torn apart, forming strange shapes.

“Don’t want to be on top… anymore… I want to lie down…”

Zhan Yueqing frowned and complained.

The next moment, his body was pressed down. Tan Huai kissed him—the light tasting turned into something savage, biting fiercely like a frenzied puppy.

The leaves swayed even more violently.

The sound of the fan and the cicadas in the sycamore trees drowned out the voices of the youths.

…

“Mmm…”

The person in his arms suddenly let out a sound of impatience. Tan Huairan looked down and carried Zhan Yueqing, cloak and all, into the Jinxiu Palace.

According to the hourglass, it was now the Hour of the Tiger (3 AM – 5 AM).

Several layers of fur were spread across the couch, topped with a dozen small soft pillows. Tan Huairan placed the person in his arms into the bedding and made a hand signal—

The secret guards extinguished the candles and retreated noiselessly.

Zhan Yueqing shifted his body. He felt hot, as if he were being coiled by a giant python.

The heavy robes were shed. Zhan Yueqing touched Tan Huairan’s abs.

The giant python was like a lustful ghost, gnawing at his lips. Zhan Yueqing felt the pain, and his blurred consciousness gradually began to wake.

“…What are you doing?” Zhan Yueqing’s voice was hoarse.

Tan Huairan could tell the alcohol had worn off.

“!!!”

Suddenly, a slightly cool hand appeared on his leg, like a ghost. Zhan Yueqing jerked his leg away to hide, but that hand clamped onto his ankle.

In the darkness, his ankle was lifted onto Tan Huairan’s arm.

“Tan Huairan!” Zhan Yueqing couldn’t help but try to dodge. “Let… let… let go of me…”

“No.”

It was Tan Huairan’s voice.

Zhan Yueqing breathed a sigh of relief—but then his heart leaped into his throat again!

Burning breath puffed against his leg. Cool lips were kissing his calf and steadily moving upward.

Zhan Yueqing’s voice trembled. “This… this isn’t good, right?”