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Long Yang was awakened by the piercing sunlight of the morning.
As he opened his eyes, he felt King Wei's cool hair cascading over him, like countless tiny black thorns pricking his skin.
The stiffness and soreness beneath him made him instantly realize what had happened the night before.
Those fiery lips and heavy breaths were not a dream; they were all too real!
As if sensing his awakening, King Wei also opened his eyes. His dark gaze fell gently upon Long Yang, as pure and clear as moonlight.
"How could this happen?"
Long Yang incredulously pulled the blanket over himself. Was this truly the fate he had tried to escape for his entire life?
Even this man, who made him feel like he could finally open his heart, saw him merely as a beautiful woman?
The unbearable reality, combined with a splitting headache from the hangover and the soreness from their previous encounter, twisted Long Yang's insides in pain.
" Yang'er..." King Wei tenderly supported him. "I shall have someone come in to assist you with bathing and changing."
"No need!" Long Yang gritted his teeth against the pain and got out of bed, gathering the scattered clothes from the floor. Tears nearly spilled from his eyes. "Your Majesty, it's nothing. I shall take my leave now."
"Are you angry with me?" King Wei furrowed his brow.
Long Yang could no longer hold back his anger and hurled the boot he had just picked up at King Wei's face with all his might. "What else can I do?"
He lunged at him, kicking and biting like a madwoman, using all his limbs to inflict bruises and marks on King Wei's face. "You liar! Scoundrel! All this talk of gratitude is nonsense. You're just like the rest of them... No, you're worse than them... What do you take me for?"
As Long Yang spoke, he finally collapsed into a heap, tears streaming silently down his face. "How could I not be angry? Am I supposed to kneel and thank My king for favoring me? What title do you plan to bestow upon me? Male Consort? Or..."
" Lord Long Yang!" King Wei replied in a deep voice, showing no intention of retaliating or stopping Long Yang's frenzied actions. "If I am the true dragon of heaven, then you are the warm sun that shines upon my heart. Whether you are a man or a woman, from the moment you said you would follow me, I have recognized you. Tomorrow, I will announce to the world that you are the ray of sunshine bestowed upon me by heaven. It is only by meeting you that I have come to understand what warmth truly means. Do you understand?"
As King Wei spoke, he extended his arms and carefully pulled Long Yang into his embrace, as if handling fine porcelain.
Long Yang's body stiffened instantly. "What do you want now?"
"Don't worry; if you don't want me to touch you, I absolutely won't. Last night, when you held my hand and laughed, I thought you liked me too!"
King Wei said gently as he took Long Yang's hand, his eyes filled with hope. " Yang'er, promise me you'll never leave me! In this world, there is only you for me!"
As he spoke these words, there was a low plea in King Wei's voice, completely devoid of the imposing presence of a ruler.
For a moment, Long Yang's heart softened and began to falter.
He understood King Wei's loneliness all too well.
Before last night, Long Yang truly believed that this person before him was his savior.
In the Wei Kingdom, everyone said that King Wei was a suspicious and incompetent ruler. However, when he pointed his cold sword at King Wei, the moment King Wei smiled at him with a forgiving expression, he inexplicably felt a flicker of warmth rise in his cold heart.
During these days in the palace, King Wei treated him with the care of a father, the affection of an elder brother, and the openness of a confidant. The only thing he did not see him as was an ordinary subject.
King Wei dismissed the guards outside his sleeping quarters, leaving him alone to stand watch outside his hall.
King Wei said that even if it was just Long Yang alone, he could sleep soundly without worry.
Because of those words, Long Yang lay in bed at night, crying bitterly until tears streamed down his face, becoming a weeping figure.
At that moment, Long Yang made a resolution: for the rest of his life, his heart and fate would belong to this lonely and pitiful man.
However, Long Yang never expected that things would develop in such a way...
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