Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Wen Yu let out a muffled groan.

Luo Qianyu had bitten down hard and didn’t let go. The other must have been in pain, but unexpectedly, Wen Yu didn’t immediately throw him off.

So unflappable even in such a situation?

If someone bit his neck like that, he’d definitely break out in goosebumps and toss both the person and their mouth out of the carriage. If he still felt unsatisfied, he might even get off to add a couple of kicks.

With his arms wrapped around the other’s neck and his teeth still clenched, Luo Qianyu could only breathe through his nose, pressed against the collar. His body remained suspended, and in his panic, he took several sharp breaths, instinctively sensing that the familiar scent was more noticeable than ever.

This was probably one of the traits of a charismatic character.

Luo Qianyu had to admit… the male protagonist really smelled amazing.

It was completely different from modern perfumes—an indescribably pleasant fragrance, light and crisp yet soft as water, inexplicably evoking a sense of security. So much so that whenever the other drew near, whether as the Mysterious Guest or himself, he could recognize it in an instant.

Thus, even though the two were currently at odds, Luo Qianyu couldn’t help but be distracted by this scent… so much so that when he finally let go, he realized they had never been this close before.

His gaze swept past and caught sight of the bloody mark on Wen Yu’s neck, glistening, just like his lips, shimmering with moisture.

Luo Qianyu quickly averted his eyes, belatedly realizing how intimate the gesture was. Before the heat could fade, he hissed through gritted teeth, “Wen Yu, when did I ask for your help?”

“You… as a guard of the Marquis’s estate, you’re puffed up with favor, acting so high and mighty… and now, you won’t even listen to your master?” Though his rationality had somewhat returned, Luo Qianyu was clearly still furious, his voice trembling.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

Though Wen Yu spoke, his tone was cold, and there was no trace of remorse. “You’re injured, Young Marquis. If you insist on being stubborn, you might fall from the carriage. I was merely fulfilling my duty as a guard.”

If he hadn’t brought it up, it would have been fine, but the mention of this made the Young Marquis’s face flush with shame and anger. “Who’s injured? Who’s being stubborn? Why would I need to prove myself to a guard like you? Are you even worthy?”

“It’s just your baseless imagination. I’m perfectly fine. On the contrary, you—you don’t even act like a proper guard. Without even checking my pulse, you dare to speculate where I’m injured. Did I hire Guard Wen or Physician Wen?”

These words were quite harsh, but the young master was still in the arms of his personal guard, his dark hair loose and cascading down. He was likely injured below the waist, and his eyes were red with anger. The usual arrogant and domineering aura of the young master had diminished by seventy percent, seeming to lack its usual bite.

Wen Yu’s gaze lingered on him for a moment before shifting away. “I overstepped. I was presumptuous. I beg the Young Marquis for forgiveness.”

The servant nearby, hearing the commotion in the carriage subside but unsure what the two were discussing, quickly climbed onto the driver’s seat, took the reins, and gave them a shake, calling out softly, “Giddy up!”

He thought to himself, the Young Marquis usually needs coaxing to get things done—he responds better to soft words than harsh ones. This newcomer is truly bold and skilled.

As the carriage started moving, the Young Marquis lurched backward from the momentum, only to be caught by the arm around his waist. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he remembered that his own arms were still wrapped around the other, and his teeth marks and saliva were still on the other’s neck. His bluster fading, he just urged, “Are you done holding me?… Let me down.”

Placed on the soft cushion, Luo Qianyu glanced sideways and caught sight of the knee guards in Wen Yu’s hand. Suddenly, he remembered that before entering the palace, Wen Yu had pointed out his frail constitution. If he hadn’t stubbornly taken off the knee guards out of spite, his knees wouldn’t be in such a sorry state now, and he wouldn’t have been too weak to climb into the carriage. Even if he wasn’t a buy-stock male lead, no one wanted to be seen in such a pathetic state repeatedly by the same person.

This was all Wen Yu’s fault.

What ‘Ice Prince’? He was just an ungrateful block of ice, constantly making him angry.

Looks aren’t everything. The original owner really had no taste—chasing after someone who didn’t reciprocate. Could a forcibly plucked melon ever be sweet?

The emperor wasn’t a good person either. The major antagonist stock, Chancellor Lin, was trying to assassinate him. The younger brother from the Imperial Guard was always thinking about killing his older brother to marry his sister-in-law. Liu Cixue still had his eyes on his backside… Lou Xian treated him well, but unfortunately, he also liked the male protagonist, so they were destined to turn on each other sooner or later.

Looking at it now, the only normal person connected to the Young Marquis was the Crown Prince.

Too bad he died young.