Wen Mingyu subconsciously looked at the origin of the sound, but did not expect to see Mu Zhan with bloodshot eyes, protruding blue veins on his forehead, and face very unsightly. Full of brutality and ruthlessness, he looks like he was ready to go for a kill.
Wen Mingyu felt a thump in his heart and at once wanted to hide, to not let Mu Zhan notice him, lest he become the unfortunate victim of his wrath.
But everything occurred so quickly, Mu Zhan instantly noticed him. His enraged eyes fell on him, and he strode towards him.
The tremendous force of pressure was like huge, rough waves, constantly surging layer by layer, forcing people to be unable to inhale, and making it difficult to control his weak legs from falling down, like there’s a thousand pounds of pressure on top.
Wen Mingyu sat on the stool, so as to not fall down because of his body losing strength.
In just a few seconds, Mu Zhan arrived in front of him. The light behind him cast a shadow on his towering figure, enveloping Wen Mingyu in it.
The closer you are, the feeling of oppression is even heavier.
Wen Mingyu was rigid from head to toe, and he was seized with terror of what might happen next.
Mu Zhan approached, wrapped in a fierce aura, as if something extremely horrible was about to occur. He leaned forward and stretched his hands towards Wen Mingyu, which the latter thought was about to pinch his neck and throttle him to death. All the hair on his body rose and he wanted to hop and escape away, only to find the hand that was coming over— picked up a peeled grape and brought it into his mouth.
……?
Wen Mingyu was completely dumbstruck.
It’s like playing the final stage of a game, entering the door with a quivering heart, thinking that he would face off against a big, evil BOSS, who is extremely hard to beat. He was about to usher in a vicious battle, only to spot a tiny, squishy and jelly-like slime, sleeping heavily with eyes that were squinting—–”Hooo~ hoo~”.
The drastic contrast was so great that he forgot to react.
Only for a moment, Mu Zhan had already eaten half of the peeled grapes, and it seems that due to him not moving, he was displeased. He grabbed him by the wrist and placed the unpeeled grapes on his palm. He coldly commanded, “Continue.”
Wen Mingyu: “…….. Oh.”
I’m just really going to continue skinning the grapes.
However, one swallow per grape, the other peels the grapes, and the former’s almost keeping up with the speed.
Soon afterwards, Mu Zhan had finished eating the skinned grapes, and his line of sight fell on Wen Mingyu’s hand.
Wen Mingyu’s body was stiff, he tried to increase the speed of peeling, but being watched made his body more nervous and it was hard to peel, he even stumbled a little.
It was beautiful, Wen Mingyu’s hands are slender and fair, with well-proportioned joints. Holding the dark, purple grape, they look even more delicate and smooth as white jade. Any person looking at him probably couldn’t bear letting him work, but Mu Zhan doesn’t seem to be a person.
As Wen Mingyu’s hand peeled the last remaining skin on the grape, Mu Zhan seemed to have no patience to wait. He seized his hand, moved it to his mouth, and ate the grape.
The grape was squeezed between Wen Mingyu’s fingers, which naturally made it easy to also bite his fingers. Wen Mingyu clearly felt his fingertips coming into contact with warm moisture, so hot he couldn’t help but want to retreat, but couldn’t move because his wrist was caught.
Furthermore, he didn’t know whether Mu Zhan was doing it intentionally or not, but as he ate the grape, he also licked the rolling juice that went on his fingertips.
The soft touch caused a tingling sensation.
Wen Mingyu couldn’t refrain from curling his fingers slightly; his eyelashes quivering.
Mu Zhan was eating the grape, but his eyes were fixedly staring at him, like a wild beast after its prey, wanting to chew him up and swallow him into his belly.
Wen Mingyu felt the impending crisis that ran straight up and exploded in his mind. Mu Zhan finished the grape but didn’t loosen his grip. He bit Wen Mingyu’s finger as if he had the intention of devouring it too.
Wen Mingyu dared not to struggle without careful consideration, he said: “Your Majesty, I have to resume peeling grapes for you.”
Mu Zhan gazed at him for two seconds, and slowly released his hand. Wen Mingyu immediately shrank back, picked up a grape, and acted concentrated and as if he was occupied.
The blood in Mu Zhan’s eyes dispersed after he ate the grape, and his grim, cold face eased off, gradually returning to his usual composure and blank expression.
Then, he stood upright and made his way to the door, instructing Zhao Dequan to do something.
As soon as he left, Wen Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief, his body instantly softened. He just wanted to lie on his stomach and not move.
There was a faint sound of conversation coming from the doorway. The voices were intermittent, but Wen Mingyu could barely make out that Mu Zhan was giving orders to kill someone.
It should be the person who was connected with the memorials just now.
Wen Mingyu let himself think of something else. Don’t listen. It won’t do any good to know.
When Mu Zhan returned, he continued to read the reports. He didn’t eat the remaining grapes and let Wen Mingyu finish it himself.
Wen Mingyu didn’t act polite, he almost died from shock just now. How can he calm his nerves if he doesn’t stuff something in his mouth.
A grape entered through his lips, biting the pulp into pieces, and the fresh juice spilled in his mouth. It was really sweet and delicious as he imagined.
Squinting his eyes, Wen Mingyu received solace from the tasty food.
After eating a couple more, he recalled that his finger had been bitten by Mu Zhan, so wouldn’t there be something on it……
Wen Mingyu’s expression blanked for a brief second, and he felt very complicated. It was either eating or going hungry.
Pausing for a few seconds, he secretly wiped his fingers clean with a handkerchief. For a while, he glanced at the faint bite marks on his fingertips, then averted his eyes, feigning ignorance as if nothing had occurred, and resumed eating.
After consuming the fruit, Mu Zhan sent him back.
Thereafter, returning again, he would see some imperial pastries and fruits on the table. Then, the majority of them ended up in his belly.
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