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"Uh..."
Le Yao Yao was caught completely off guard by the sudden tackle.
The unexpected weight made her stagger several steps, nearly causing her to fall to the ground.
Fortunately, a pair of strong Ape Arms wrapped tightly around her waist, otherwise she would have surely ended up on the floor.
But what on earth was happening right now!?
Le Yao Yao was filled with confusion.
Looking down, her expression stiffened slightly.
After all, the person who was holding her so tightly at this moment was none other than the living embodiment of hell itself!
Moreover, judging by his current state, he clearly hadn't fully regained his senses. His narrow Cold Eyes were tightly shut, and his beautifully shaped brows were furrowed deeply.
And on his warm Cheeks, tears were continuously sliding down...
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was utterly shocked.
Furthermore, the grip of the living embodiment of hell around her was incredibly tight, like a drowning person clinging to a life raft, almost crushing her slender waist in the process!
"Uh... cough cough... damn it, that hurts..."
Le Yao Yao twisted her body repeatedly, trying to break free from the suffocating Ape Arms. After all, if he kept squeezing her like this, she would die!
Perhaps sensing Le Yao Yao's discomfort, the strength in the Ape Arms loosened slightly; however, there was no intention of letting her go.
As Le Yao Yao continued to struggle and twist her body, her footing became unsteady. In a moment of carelessness, she let out a small yelp and fell directly onto the living embodiment of hell.
Just like that, they both tumbled onto the large soft bed...
The bed was truly large and comfortable, even softer than the king-sized mattress she had back home, and it had a certain springiness to it.
This was the first thought that crossed Le Yao Yao's mind when she collapsed onto it.
However, after twisting her body slightly, she suddenly froze.
Because she realized a second thing—she was actually lying on top of the Living Yama!
The Living Yama was tall, standing over six feet.
With a muscular build and strong limbs, lying on him felt like resting on a plush, oversized bed.
Although it was something she would never have dared to imagine—using the Living Yama as a bed—being on top of him also meant she had to bear a significant amount of pressure.
What if the Living Yama suddenly woke up? What would he think seeing her in his room, with her body pressed against his?
At that moment, she seriously considered whether it was time for her to move out.
So, once she regained her senses, Le Yao Yao quickly tried to struggle free from the Living Yama, determined to escape before he woke up.
She couldn't believe how foolish she had been to come in and take a look!
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. All she could do was flee the scene!
However, even though the Living Yama was still in a deep sleep, he showed no signs of releasing her. His arms were wrapped around her waist with such strength that they felt like iron clamps, rendering her immobile.
She didn't dare to resist too forcefully, fearing that if she accidentally woke him up, it would spell trouble for her.
However, was the Living Yama really asleep now? Usually, he appeared extremely vigilant, but why tonight did he seem so strange? It was as if he were a completely different person.
His arms, which were tightly wrapped around her slender waist, were strong, yet the force felt like that of a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood. She could feel his body trembling slightly; even though she lay on him, she could still sense that he was shaking. Was he... afraid of something?
At that moment, Le Yao Yao was puzzled.
Suddenly, the Living Yama turned over, and Le Yao Yao instinctively shifted with him.
She thought that after he rolled over, he would loosen his grip, giving her the chance to escape.
To her surprise, he merely turned onto his side and then pressed down with his long legs, trapping her tightly in his embrace.
That movement and posture suggested that he was treating her like a pillow to sleep on!
Le Yao Yao felt like crying over this situation.
After all, his heavy thigh was pressing down on her backside, and it was no ordinary weight. She genuinely feared that if he continued to press down like this, her cute little bottom might end up deformed by morning!
Thinking of this made Le Yao Yao's mouth twitch; it was simply too ridiculous! Even the Living Yama shouldn't do this! So she had to push him away!
Just as she contemplated this in her mind, a sudden loud rumble echoed outside. A bolt of lightning struck, illuminating the previously dark room as if it were daytime before quickly plunging back into darkness.
At the same time, the arms that encircled her slim waist tightened suddenly, accompanied by the Living Yama's voice filled with unmasked fear and trembling.
"Don't send me away, Mother! Please don't! It's thundering outside; I'm so scared! Wuwu, Mother..."
"Uh!?"
Hearing this, Le Yao Yao froze in place.
The Living Yama's helpless words sounded just like those of a child afraid of being abandoned, making her heart ache.
She slightly raised her head to look. Although there was no light at this moment, in the pitch-black night, amidst the flickering flashes of lightning outside, Le Yao Yao could clearly see the expression on the face of the living Yama.
On that handsome and striking face, his well-defined sword-like brows were tightly knitted together. His long, beautiful but cold eyes were also firmly shut, and his long, curled eyelashes resembled a pair of delicate fans, truly beautiful.
However, on those lovely fan-like lashes, tears were now continuously streaming down.
The crystal-clear tears flowed down his closed cold eyes, staining his cheeks.
His beautifully shaped yet slightly thin lips were now uttering words that tugged at the heartstrings.
For the first time, Le Yao Yao realized that a man crying could be so captivating.
Like dew on autumn branches or pear blossoms in the rain, he was indescribably moving.
For the first time, Le Yao Yao discovered that the once cold and ruthless living Yama could cry with such helpless sadness, like a child who feared abandonment, evoking deep sympathy from her heart.
For the first time, Le Yao Yao understood that this man could indeed cry; he was a normal person with emotions—fear and helplessness.
Yet, in his daily life, he wore a mask of indifference and cruelty to disguise himself.
Moreover, from his tight embrace around her, Le Yao Yao couldn't help but recall a psychology book she had read before. It mentioned that those lacking a sense of security often liked to hold onto something while sleeping.
Just like a drowning person clinging desperately to a life-saving piece of wood...
And for the first time, Le Yao Yao realized that even the living Yama was human. Despite his supreme status, position, and power, he lacked a sense of security...
The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had never known how gentle and compassionate her gaze towards him truly was.
It made her feel that this man before her was not as terrifying as legends portrayed him to be.
Because at this moment, in her eyes, he resembled a helpless child abandoned by others, evoking genuine pity from her heart...
As she looked at the tightly furrowed brow of the living Yama, she truly wished, with all her heart, to erase the sorrow and pain etched between his brows.
In her mind, Le Yao Yao's small hand seemed to possess a will of its own, slowly reaching toward the living Yama's forehead.
Gently, she began to smooth out the creases that marred his expression.
Perhaps sensing that someone was treating him tenderly, the tears in the living Yama's eyes gradually stilled; however, he did not release the warm little being in his embrace.
Even in sleep, his subconscious refused to let go of the person nestled against him.
This person was so small and warm.
It felt as if a gentle breeze of early spring was softly blowing across his frozen heart.
Moreover, it had been such a long time since he had felt this warmth.
It made him reluctant to part with it.
Perhaps all of this was just a dream, but for now, he wanted to hold this dream tightly and let it warm his icy heart…
Meanwhile, Le Yao Yao had smoothed out the wrinkles on the man's forehead. However, due to his tight grip, she found herself unable to move and eventually grew tired.
She quietly waited for him to loosen his hold so she could slip away. Unexpectedly, as she waited, fatigue overtook her, and with a gentle closing of her beautiful eyes, she slowly drifted off to sleep…
…
After a night of relentless storming, the rain finally ceased by morning.
The dark clouds had gradually dissipated, revealing a sky as blue as if washed clean.
The brilliant sun slowly broke over the horizon, radiating warmth and charm.
After a dreamless night, when Le Yao Yao woke up, she felt incredibly comfortable all over.
It was as if she had just enjoyed a sauna and massage the night before, causing her lips to curve into a gentle smile. Habitually, she stretched her arms in a lazy yawn, resembling a sleepy little kitten, utterly adorable!
"Ah, this feels so good!"
Le Yao Yao stretched her little body, her red lips curling up as she couldn't help but sigh softly.
However, just as she reached out with both hands, she accidentally bumped into something.
It was hard and solid, like... a man's chest!?
Realizing this, her previously hazy mind suddenly cleared with a 'bang,' and memories of what had happened the night before rushed back to her. Le Yao Yao felt as if she had been struck by lightning, completely stunned for a moment.
Then, as she regained her senses, the first thought that crossed her mind was to escape while the living nightmare was still asleep!
Unfortunately, just as this thought took root in her mind, fate did not grant her that opportunity.
With a gentle sound from beside her, Le Yao Yao turned to see the handsome face that had been peacefully sleeping. His eyelashes fluttered slightly before those narrow, cold eyes slowly opened—
What kind of eyes were these?
Perfectly shaped narrow eyes with pupils as dark as night. They held a hint of sleepiness, like a thin veil of black gauze shrouding the night.
They exuded an air of mystery, allure, and temptation...
In an instant, Le Yao Yao's shocked heart was captivated by those soul-stirring deep black eyes before her.
As Le Yao Yao stared in awe, Leng Junyu, just waking up, blinked at the charming face in his line of sight. He was momentarily taken aback, unable to process it fully. A trace of surprise flickered in his cold eyes.
However, soon his gaze was completely captivated by the beautiful pair of large eyes before him.
The person in front had a pair of exceptionally pretty Beautiful Eyes. The large eyes were distinct in black and white, radiating a clean and pure beauty.
They resembled the clear spring water seen in mountain streams, capable of washing away all the ugliness of time.
Translucent and beautiful like jade, shimmering with light, they were simply breathtaking!
In an instant, a strange feeling surged within Leng Junyu's heart.
Because of these beautiful and pure Beautiful Eyes before him, he felt an overwhelming sense of envy and affection...
Time passed second by second, and the room was silent; no one spoke, so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
On the bed, the Cold Eyes met the Beautiful Eyes, their gazes colliding, creating sparks and electric currents in an instant...
The atmosphere gradually began to turn strange.
Le Yao Yao felt her cheeks flush at this moment, her heart filled with regret.
Heavens!
Was she an idiot?! She should have left as soon as the living Yama loosened his grip last night. How could she have foolishly fallen asleep?!
What would she say if the living Yama asked her about it later?! Should she really tell him the truth!?
She wasn't crazy; what if the living Yama saw her embarrassing state and, out of shame and anger, decided to kill her!?
The more she thought about it, the more anxious Le Yao Yao became...
In contrast to Le Yao Yao's anxiety, Leng Junyu slowly began to recall everything that had happened last night after recovering from his initial shock.
Last night, after he returned to his room, having consumed quite a bit of alcohol, his mind began to cloud over. Drowsy and disoriented, he let Little Muzi attend to him before collapsing into sleep.
But what happened afterward!?
It seemed he had a dream, one that took him back to his childhood.
Outside, a fierce storm raged, but his mother, upset and angry because the Emperor had gone to the Empress that night, pushed him out of the room. It was all because he resembled his father…
So she loved him and hated him at the same time…
Recalling those painful memories from his childhood made Leng Junyu's heart clench painfully.
These dreams relentlessly haunted him; they were nightmares he could never escape.
Thus, whenever a storm approached, he would dream of those heart-wrenching moments from his past.
Last night was no exception!
However, what surprised him was that based on past experiences, these nightmares would usually cling to him throughout the night. When he woke up the next day, he would feel utterly exhausted. Yet today was different.
Last night had been the best sleep he had experienced in years.
Although he had struggled to sleep initially, the latter part of the night was dreamless, allowing him to sleep soundly until dawn. This was simply unbelievable for him!
Could it be because of this little eunuch before him!?
But why was 'he' here? And how did he end up in his bed, in his… arms!?
Upon realizing this, Leng Junyu's cold eyes widened slightly.
No wonder his arm felt heavy earlier; it turned out there was someone lying in his embrace.
Leng Junyu was taken aback, and Le Yao Yao could clearly see the surprise in his eyes, realizing what he was thinking.
Her heart raced, and in an instant, she sprang away from the embrace of the living hell, as if she had been equipped with springs.
After all, she had lived for eighteen years and this was the first time she had been so close to a man. Moreover, this man was none other than the ruthless figure before her!
Oh my!
She hoped he wouldn't get angry later!
As Le Yao Yao silently pleaded in her heart, she was completely unaware that her exaggerated reaction had caused Cold Eyes, the man on the bed, to narrow his eyes slightly.
He was clearly displeased.
Did he really dislike her presence in his arms that much!?
Thinking of this, a sour feeling welled up in Leng Junyu's heart, and his tone turned heavy.
"What are you doing here!?"
"Uh, well..."
Having just escaped from the embrace of the living hell and believing she had finally reached a safe zone, Le Yao Yao felt her scalp tingle upon hearing that low, icy voice. She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Oh no, he was really angry!
What should she do!? Dad, come save her...
She was so scared...
Le Yao Yao's heart screamed in panic, and her face betrayed an unmistakable fear and trepidation. She lowered her head, unable to bear looking at the face of the living hell.
Because she was scared!
The living Yama's voice alone could make her feel so timid; if she were to look at his coffin-like face again, she would surely be frightened to death!
Thus, Le Yao Yao cowardly chose to bury her head in the sand.
Her delicate little hands twisted nervously, almost tangling into a knot.
"Your Highness, this..."
How should she say it!? Should she tell the truth? But the living Yama was too terrifying right now.
If she confessed that she had come over after hearing him cry sadly last night, only to be knocked down by him and unable to escape, eventually falling asleep!?
But someone as proud as the living Yama would never allow his embarrassing weakness to be known by others. Would he then resort to silencing her for good!?
Just thinking about it made Le Yao Yao break out in a cold sweat, her clothes becoming heavy with moisture.
At that moment, the living Yama spoke again, his tone noticeably deeper than before, devoid of warmth, like the chilling wind of December cutting through to the bone.
"Lift your head and speak!"
"Uh..."
Hearing the living Yama's command, although Le Yao Yao was somewhat reluctant inside, she obediently raised her drooping little face.
Her beautiful eyes, filled with fear, secretly glanced at the man before her. Despite her trepidation, she couldn't help but be captivated by the languid elegance he exuded at that moment.
A thin, pale white robe hung loosely on him, revealing his strong and muscular chest.
His bronze skin was well-defined, with perfect lines.
Like ink-black silk cascading down, it accentuated his nobility without losing a sense of languor, exuding an alluring charm that captivated the soul.
Even as he lay there casually, he embodied the essence of breathtaking beauty to the fullest extent!
However, that was only if one chose to ignore the shadowy chill that enveloped his face.
The man's expression was as cold as ice, with deep, narrow eyes that resembled a thousand-year-old autumn pool—so frigid, devoid of warmth.
At this moment, that icy gaze was fixed firmly upon her, sending shivers down her spine and making her acutely aware of the pressure bearing down on her!
Yet, even though Le Yao Yao truly wished to escape from the scene, to flee from the gaze of this living hell, with her short limbs, attempting to run away was nothing short of a foolish dream.
However, she dared not speak her mind. To preserve her own life, Le Yao Yao had no choice but to lie.
"Uh, Your Highness, it's like this. I've been ill..."
"What!? You're sick!? What kind of illness do you have!?"
Upon hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Leng Junyu's originally icy eyes flickered momentarily. Concern slipped from his lips almost instinctively.
Then he seemed to realize that he had reacted too emotionally just now, especially noticing the surprise in Le Yao Yao's eyes at his sudden display of concern. This made the living hell's handsome face flush slightly, a faint pink blooming on his cheeks.
It was as if he had just applied high-quality rouge—adding just a hint of color!
Seeing the change in his expression left Le Yao Yao utterly stunned.
Her beautiful eyes widened in disbelief as she processed what had just happened in her mind.
Had she really not misread the situation? The living hell seemed... to be concerned about her!
With this realization dawning upon her, although Le Yao Yao felt a shock within her heart, she found that her fear of this man had dissipated. Instead, she felt a sense of secret delight blooming inside her.
After all, receiving the attention of the Living Yama made her feel somewhat... flattered.
Meanwhile, the Living Yama was feeling a bit vexed. His handsome face showed signs of embarrassment, especially when he caught sight of the smile dancing in Le Yao Yao's beautiful water-like eyes, which made his face turn even redder.
To avoid drawing attention to his awkwardness, the Living Yama cleared his throat loudly and quickly replaced his expression with one of icy indifference. However, despite his efforts to don a mask of coldness, the blush on his cheeks betrayed him, making his serious demeanor seem awkward and, oddly enough, endearing.
At least for now, Le Yao Yao found the Living Yama to be somewhat adorably awkward.
Thinking back to the big boy who had cried helplessly while clinging to her like a lifeline last night, any fear she had towards the Living Yama had completely dissipated.
Thus, when it came time to tell a lie, she did so without a hint of hesitation or breathlessness.
"In response to your Highness, I actually have a peculiar illness. I've seen many doctors who have been unable to cure it. It's not that serious, but it has caused me quite a bit of trouble."
"Oh? What exactly is this illness?"
Although it was clear from Le Yao Yao's beautiful eyes that she was lying, Leng Junyu couldn't help but follow her lead and ask further questions. Watching the little eunuch speak so animatedly and with such conviction was quite entertaining for him.
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