The Little King

27 | The Girl's Spring

Translator: PastTimer

Editor: PastTimer
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Although Chu Lan restrained a bit when it came to sexual matters, Xia Xi still couldn't keep up- at least he still couldn't compare with him in terms of stamina. Because he was tossed until late into the night, he was often left unable to get up the next morning. This became especially obvious after winter came. He often struggled to get up from bed to prepare himself two or three days out of ten. Sometimes when Chu Lan had already awoken, he was still in his sweet dreams.

Because of this, Xia Xi was very apologetic. The rules of the Barbarian royalty were different from that of Xia Chao's. There were no maids or eunuchs around Chu Lan who would serve him in groups. After getting married, Xia Xi should've take care of everything by himself. He should wake up earlier than Chu Lan, wash him, tie his hair and change clothes instead of letting him do this by himself. Although Chu Lan never blamed him, Xia Xi always warned himself to not be lazy in getting out of bed the next day before falling asleep. But because he was often tired to death from doing it with Chu Lan till midnight, he mostly still couldn't get up on time the next morning.

Chu Lan was extremely energetic. He wakes up very early every morning. He used to wait for Xia Xi to serve him. He liked the way Xia Xi seriously washed his face and brushed his teeth, and the way Xia Xi combed his hair and dressed him. But ever since he consummated his marriage with Xia Xi¹, Chu Lan understood that Xua Xi wouldn't have enough sleep. Not only would he not try to wake him in the morning, he was also light-footed and tried hard to not disturb his Queen.

When Chu Lan woke up at his usual hour, the candles in their room had already been extinguished. The light in the outer halls were still lit and dim light illuminated his surroundings, it was enough for Chu Lan to see the face of the person next to him.

Xia Xi slept very heavily though they finished early last night². The voice that had come from Xia Xi's throat was a bit hoarse, his skin was tender, his body was limp, and his eyes were covered with a layer of tears. He looked pitiful, but it made Chu Lan want to bully him even more. The young man used almost all of his self-control to suppress the thoughts of 'do it again', and fell asleep with his arms circling Xia Xi. At this moment, the person next to him still had his eyes closed. His features were delicate; his lips had probably been sucked too much, they were a little swollen and it looked like he was asking for a kiss.

When Chu Lan looked at him, he felt very happy. He still remembered the first time he saw Xia Xi. His uncle had arranged for him to marry Xia Chao's Princess. Chu Lan couldn't truly say whether he was willing or unwilling, but the first time he saw Xia Xi he already had an answer in his heart- he was willing.

Xia Xi was good-looking and seemed very gentle. In fact, he really was gentle. Chu Lan liked being with him very much. He still didn't know how to make love at that time, he just couldn't help but want to get close to Xia Xi; to touch his hand, to sleep together with him, and talk to him. Later, he grew up a bit but ridiculously thought that kissing was the so-called making love between real couples. He remembered when he kissed Xia Xi for the first time, he really hoped that he could plant two babies in his tummy. He even thought of the babies' names and how to educate them when the babies got older. He didn't know until a few months later that real husband and wife sex was like that and that his Queen was different from other men and women.

But so what?

No matter what Xia Xi's body is, he's still Chu Lan's Queen, he'll like him no matter what!

Chu Lan gazed at Xia Xi for a long time, watching him breathe evenly, watching his thick eyelashes flutter, taking in his fair and almost translucent skin. He couldn't help but lean over and kiss his lips. Because he was afraid of waking the other party, the kiss wasn't heavy. After kissing, he gently got up in a motivated mood. Chu Lan's movements of getting out of bed were gentle. He was worried that cold wind would come in and make Xia Xi cold, but when he was about to get out, Xia Xi suddenly moved and stretched out his hand to touch his arm. He asked vaguely: "Chu Lan, are you up?"