Luo Qian knew he wasn’t very clever, but at least he was a good enough actor.
So if that man’s smiles, thoughtful care, and affection were truly meant for him, Luo Qian could accept them all with a smile, pretending he knew nothing.
The current Crown Prince, Qi Yuan, was brilliant in both letters and arms, and peerlessly handsome. He could argue over the finest details with civil officials at court, then win battle after battle on the field, killing countless enemies. The emperor had raised him as heir from childhood, even hiring the famed top scholar of the day as his tutor. Naturally, he was the object of every noble family’s daughters’ and young masters’ dreams.
But his mistake was falling in love with his childhood tutor, Jun Qinghan, an elegant gentleman with fair skin and clear, open features.
Worse still, when he couldn’t have Jun Qinghan, he got drunk and absurdly mistook Luo Qian, the eldest son of the Duke of Jin’s family, for him. In a drunken haze, they ended up sleeping together.
“Qingyu, what are you thinking about? Hmm? Why are you so distracted?”
Luo Qian drifted through those memories, dazed, feeling a hand teasing him. Pregnant, he couldn’t bear such stimulation. He could only stifle his sounds, but did nothing to stop the hand undoing his loose sash.
“I was thinking… when did you start falling in love with me?”
Qi Yuan lowered his head and slowly kissed Luo Qian’s fair neck. His voice was muffled and hoarse. “What nonsense are you thinking, Qingyu? Don’t you know you’re the one I love most?”
“Is that so?” Luo Qian lowered his head slightly. “I just hope that day doesn’t come too late, after I’ve lost the strength to wait.”
Clear structure and concise language
It's really super pretty! Too cruel! I just like sadistic writing