Chapter 133

Chapter 133

[This is unscientific.] The system circled around Rong Tang several times, full of confusion: [Why aren’t there any bruises on your body?]

This was unlike any novel or storybook the system had seen, where the protagonists would always wake up with some signs of their intimate encounter. The submissive usually had finger marks or suction marks on their waist, collarbone, or inner thighs, and the dominant often had a trail of nail scratches down their back.

The system had prepared itself to see the host resembling a torn doll upon waking up, but apart from Rong Tang waking up late with the sun already high, there wasn't a single bruise or mark on his body.

The system was puzzled for a long time and asked, [Is the big villain impotent?]

“……”

Rong Tang, irritated to the point of itching teeth, gritted out, "He's very capable."

Three hours, six hours, no matter how you look at it, it was explosive.

At one point, Rong Tang felt Su Huai Jing was on a mission to have his last meal, completing the task as if there was no next time, outrageously over the top.

[Then why don't you have any bruises?] The system persisted: [Didn’t you enjoy it at all?]

The first part was a normal query, but the latter sounded almost like mocking disdain, short of encouraging Rong Tang to dump the big villain and find someone else who could satisfy him.

Young Master Rong's face reddened, images not suitable for children flashing through his mind. His gaze landed on the snowy ground outside the courtyard, turned around, and then he coughed softly twice to ease the awkwardness.

[Host?] The system called him.

“……”

[Tang Tang?]

“……”

[The big villain is here!]

"Where?" Rong Tang instantly became alert. The system, frustrated, stomped around, hopping repeatedly over its own cabbage head: [You're hopeless!!!]

Rong Tang felt guilty for a couple of seconds and softly apologized: "I'm sorry."

[Hmph!!!] The system replied loudly, turning its back to ignore him. Realizing that Rong Tang couldn't see it, it declared loudly, [I don’t want to see you!]

“……”

Even more childish than Yuan Yuan, Rong Tang thought to himself.

Clearly upset, the childish system refused to interact with its host after not understanding the previous answer. Rong Tang, having no choice, hesitated for a while before explaining, "Because he gives massages."

System: [?]

Rong Tang's face turned red enough to cook an egg: "During the intermission, I was lying down, and he massaged me."

Back, arms, waist, legs, even feet… Su Huai Jing would massage him wherever effort was exerted, ensuring he wouldn’t be fatigued. So much so that by the end, Rong Tang couldn’t distinguish if the soreness in his body was from the impact or from the massage.

[Doesn’t he fall asleep while doing that?] The system couldn't understand.

Rong Tang fell silent for what seemed like an eternity, then said softly, "He would come in just when I was about to fall asleep."

[Come in where?] The system innocently asked.

"…Shut up." Rong Tang replied impurely.

For a full three hours, Su Huai Jing was like a perpetual motion machine.

To call him reckless and frivolous, yet he knew to control his strength to avoid leaving marks on Rong Tang’s body; to say he was rational and steady, yet he mindlessly carried on the whole night, seemingly unaware of exhaustion.

Rong Tang thought he was going to die, either from dehydration or exhaustion, unlikely to see the next day's sun, drowning in bed.

But when he really woke up in his room, looking at the daylight outside and sitting up in bed, he carefully felt his whole body and realized that apart from some soreness in his pelvis and overused parts, there were no other complaints of discomfort.

It felt like he had a really, really good sleep.

The extreme exhaustion led to a deeper sleep, and throughout the entire sleep cycle, he didn't dream.

His body's intimate areas reminded him of what happened last night, yet his mind clearly told him: it wasn't uncomfortable at all.

On the contrary, it was quite comfortable.

The big villain, who had been restrained for two years, had apparently learned a lot of good techniques behind the scenes, all of which he used on him.

Tired as he was, it seemed... he was even more comfortable than Su Huai Jing.

—At least he didn't have to kneel on the bed giving massages.

Rong Tang forced himself out of his memories, warming himself by the fire and looking towards the courtyard. Seeing a figure stepping through the moon gate, he thoughtlessly raised his foot and slammed the door shut with a "bang."

The smile that had just appeared on Su Huai Jing’s face instantly froze, his steps briefly pausing.

The system was baffled again and, after realizing what happened, loudly exclaimed: [You're just deceiving me, right? It wasn’t comfortable at all, that’s why you don’t even want to see the big villain’s face.]

The system persisted annoyingly: [Change, change! Get another wife!!!]

Rong Tang's face flushed red: "Shut up, will you."

No matter how comfortable, such lack of restraint wasn’t right! He was still a patient! Not being able to ejaculate didn’t mean he could be careless!

Rong Tang was almost infuriated, both by his own wilful youngster and the foolish system in his mind.

Having closed the door, he warmed himself by the stove, slept the entire day, and was now very awake. After the surge of anger, he suddenly felt hungry.

There was a pot of tea warming on the stove, a tray beside it, and some snacks ready to be toasted and eaten.

Rong Tang glanced at them for a few seconds, then diverted his gaze, focusing on waiting for dinner.

It's no wonder he was distracted; his biological clock had formed a routine. Every day after Su Huaijing returned home from his duties, delicious meals would soon be served. Having eaten only bland soups and bitter traditional medicines for a month due to Rong Tang's illness, he was now particularly craving proper food.

Thus, the more eagerly he closed the door, the more irresistibly his stomach growled with hunger.

Rong Tang sat on the small couch, waiting for a while. Not seeing Su Huaijing enter, he grew curious. As he added a few more pieces of coal to the stove and couldn't resist the urge to go out and check, someone knocked on the door from outside, and a sweet aroma wafted in through the cracks.

Su Huaijing called from outside, "Is Tangtang still angry?"

Rong Tang remained silent.

Su Huaijing said, "I was delayed a bit tonight. Lord Zhou took me down another road after work. I passed by a roast duck shop crowded with diners and thought it smelled delicious, so I brought back a freshly cooked one, keeping it warm under my clothes. It's still hot now. Would Tangtang like to eat it?"

Rong Tang, feeling a bit weak, flickered his eyes.

Su Huaijing, calm and untroubled, stood outside the house with a clear and polite voice, the very image of a gentleman: "Next to Shudao Pavilion, a barbecue restaurant is opening, serving beef and lamb raised on the vast grasslands of the northern border. When they're two and a half years old, they're brought to the capital. The taste is rich and exquisite, especially when savored with the dipping sauce. When would Tangtang like to try it once it opens?"

Rong Tang was already hungry and thought the offer sounded ominously enticing.

Su Huaijing added, "Also, I've acquired a few shops in the southern part of the city and plan to open some restaurants serving Hunan, Sichuan, and Jiangxi cuisine... Which one would Tangtang like to try first?"

Rong Tang's stomach was growling, and he was furious, opening the door to confront Su Huaijing: "Of all these you mentioned, which can I actually eat?"

Su Huaijing's eyes brightened. It had only been a day, but he missed Tangtang terribly. Seeing him again, he felt Rong Tang's demeanor had changed significantly, his every move, even his angry glares, seemed to hook him slowly but surely.

Su Huaijing's heart softened. He stepped forward, and as Rong Tang looked up to glare at him, he stole a kiss on his lips.

"All of them," Su Huaijing coaxed with a smile. "You can eat any time, except for today."

Close to Rong Tang, with a greased paper package in his right hand emitting the fragrance of roast duck, Su Huaijing said, "I was wrong. Even if Tangtang is angry with me, please eat first, alright?"

Rong Tang was so stunned by the kiss that he didn't know whether to swallow or spit out his breath.

Su Huaijing lowered his gaze, adopting a humble posture, and added, "The kitchen made chicken soup and steamed a perch today. I just passed by, and it smelled wonderful. Doesn't Tangtang want to try it?"

"Grumble..." Rong Tang's stomach embarrassingly rumbled.

Su Huaijing's gaze fell, looking at Rong Tang's body hidden under his clothes, his eyes darkened, involuntarily recalling how Tangtang's belly looked round and lost in thought, lying on the bed last night...

"You're being lewd again!!!" Rong Tang almost instantly knew what he was thinking and, infuriated, interrupted his thoughts.

Su Huaijing was momentarily stunned, then asked with confusion, "What do you mean by 'being lewd'?"

Rong Tang: "..."

He bit his teeth and said, "It means you're a beast!"

Su Huaijing's eyes twinkled, and he nodded with a smile: "Yes, I am. How does Tangtang want to punish me?"

As the servant carried dishes to the dining room, Su Huaijing subconsciously reached out to hold Rong Tang's hand, but Rong Tang swung his arm back and evaded him, striding proudly to the dining room by himself.

Su Huaijing first watched his walking posture from behind, ensuring there was no obvious discomfort, then hurriedly followed him.

After consuming two large bowls of rice, chicken soup, perch, and roast duck, Rong Tang was utterly satisfied, his cravings finally subdued. He then pondered over the question Su Huaijing had asked earlier.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Young Master Rong Tang gazed at him. Su Huaijing smiled, obediently brought over a cup of hot tea, and said softly, "Tangtang, rinse your mouth."

Those in the know said he was a royal of the previous dynasty and an official of the current court. Those unaware would think he was Rong Tang's kept lover in Yong'an Lane, trying every means to please the master of the house.

Rong Tang looked at him for a long time, then coldly said, "You are not allowed in my room this winter."

Hearing this, Su Huaijing replied with a hint of melancholy, "But my bed is still damp, and it can't dry in the winter."

Rong Tang's face turned red: "There are clean quilts in the house; those few are not to be used anymore!"

"The others don't have Tangtang's scent," Su Huaijing muttered softly. "If I can't sleep with you, do you even have to confiscate my blanket?"

"…Yes!" Rong Tang answered stubbornly.

"That's so unfair..." Su Huaijing's voice was gentle. "It's all Tangtang's sweat, yet you turn around and confiscate my blanket. What kind of logic is that?"

Rong Tang: "…" You didn't sweat at all! How can you blame me like this!?

But Su Huaijing got more agitated as he spoke: "Besides, it was Tangtang who climbed into bed in the middle of the night. Who could resist that? I'm not a monk who's left worldly life behind... even monks can return to secular life."

Rong Tang was so annoyed by his words that he almost lost his composure. Regaining his focus, his expression was ice-cold and his attitude very firm as he asked fiercely, "Do you really want me to punish you?"

Su Huaijing immediately responded, "Yes, but you can't ban me from your room all winter, unless Tangtang lets me sleep holding his personal clothes every day."

Rong Tang: "…"

Shameless!

He bit his teeth: "Then sleep on the small couch, and don't come into the inner room."

"Okay." Su Huaijing smiled with curved eyes, "Thank you, my lord, for your generous mercy."

Rong Tang was so angry he wanted to hit someone and stormed off from the dining table.

That night, as he slept in a half-dream state, Young Master Rong Tang heard a faint noise beside him.

He was stunned for a moment, struggling to open his eyes, and someone climbed into his bed with a blanket.

Rong Tang: "?"

Seeing he had woken up, Su Huaijing gently patted and soothed him, sliding his feet under Rong Tang's blanket, touching his foot: "It's so cold on the couch, have pity on me, Tangtang."

In his sleep, Rong Tang, half-conscious, shifted in his bed, making room for Su Huaijing.

The villain chuckled softly, unable to help himself as he leaned down to kiss Rong Tang's forehead. "Thank you, Tangtang."

This action, like flipping a switch, snapped Rong Tang out of his daze. Reacting faster than his brain, he kicked Su Huaijing, along with the blanket, off the bed.

Sitting up, he wrapped himself in the blanket, clearly exhausted, yet spoke fiercely, cutting off Su Huaijing's words: "Light the lamp, get a blanket from the cabinet yourself. Either lay it on the couch or make a bed on the floor. If you try to get into my bed again, I'll..."

Rong Tang hesitated for a moment, as if considering his threat, then raised his voice, his clear eyes glaring at the shameless villain: "I'll move in with my mother and grandmother!"

Author's note:

Tangtang's threat: Climb into my bed again, and I'll return to my maternal home, leaving you wifeless! (Super fierce.jpg) (Actually like a kitten scratching.jpg) (Soft paws blossoming.jpg)