Quick Wear: Cannon Fodder's Self-Redemption (2)[MTL]

Chapter 7 A Few Things About the Little Emperor

Qiming released the man's throat and took off his silver mask. A beautiful face came into view, an androgynous face that still looked a bit childish. It was obvious that he was still an underage boy.

　　The boy's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you take off my mask!"

　　Qiming said coldly: "Your life is in my hands, are you still worried about me seeing your appearance?"

　　"You! How outrageous!" The young man was so angry that he gasped.

　　Qiming let go of his hand, stood up as if no one was around, calmly wrapped himself in a bath towel, and stepped out of the bathtub.

　　The boy's eyes widened in shock, his slightly immature face blushed as if it was dripping with blood, and he said in shame and anger: "You, you are so shameless!"

　　"You ran into my bedroom and peeked at me taking a bath. Who of us is more shameless?" Qiming glanced at the boy coldly, walked around behind the screen and put on his trousers and undershirt.

　　"I, I, how do I know you were taking a bath!" The boy argued somewhat at a loss.

　　Qiming, who had changed his clothes, walked out from behind the screen and said coldly, "You can leave now."

　　"What?"

　　He had clearly threatened him with his life just now, but now he was being let go so easily. Qiming's unconventional move made the young man unable to react.

　　Qiming was too lazy to pay attention to him. He climbed onto the bed, lowered the bed curtains, lay down on the bed and began to rest. Although he had just slept for a while, he still felt a little tired and planned to sleep for a while longer.

　　The boy looked at the figure behind the bed curtain in a daze, and didn't react for a long time. A stranger stayed in his room. No one would be so careless to sleep like that.

　　Listening to Qiming's even breathing, the boy knew that he had really fallen asleep. He stood up from the bathtub speechlessly, looked at his wet clothes with a frown, took off his boots that were filled with water, and walked around Qiming's bedroom barefoot but couldn't find a piece of clothing.

　　The wet clothes stuck to his body, making him uncomfortable. Besides, it would be easy to expose his whereabouts if he went out like this. He hesitated for a moment and then went behind the screen, took off his wet clothes, changed into Qiming's white brocade clothes, and put on Qiming's short boots. Although they were a little big, they were much better than wearing wet boots. The light and elegant bamboo scent of Qiming's clothes wafted into his nose, and the young man blushed again. He looked at Qiming behind the bed curtain reluctantly, put on his mask again, performed Qinggong, and flew out of the window.

　　The moment the boy left, Qiming, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes. He chuckled, turned sideways, closed his eyes and went back to sleep. It was not that Qiming was not vigilant and allowed a stranger to stay in his room. The reason he did this was that when he took off the boy's mask and saw his face, he recognized him as the male protagonist of this world, Li Nanchen, the mortal enemy of Regent Li Hao. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, not to mention that he did not see any malice in Li Nanchen's eyes. He was just a little puzzled. Shouldn't the little emperor be in the morning court at this time? Why did he appear in the palace?

　　Qiming asked in his mind in a daze: "Dou Ding, were all the emperors in ancient times so idle?"

　　Douding looked at the clothes scattered all over the room, curled his lips and said, "Not only is he idle, he's also careless!"