Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

50

Chapter 50

Yunkang was steady and seemed to have given Xue Yu a way out, but in fact he didn't. He held Xue Yu's wrist, and as long as he wanted to leave, he could pull him back.

Xue Yu almost stuttered: "...Are you serious?"

The man's eyes burned slightly, and he gave an ambiguous answer: "What do you think?"

How could Xue Yu possibly help with this? To him, it was more horrifying than having sex with a eunuch. He pursed his lips and blinked twice, then opened the quilt, moved to sit on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes, his tender arms swaying right in front of the man.

When he put on one shoe, Yunkang suddenly reached out and held him down. The veins on his arms were so strong and powerful that Xue Yu could not move. "Where are you going?"

Xue Yu said sincerely, "You want to relieve stress, right? There are a lot of people outside. I'll go and call them for you."

There was a dim brass mirror on the imperial table, facing the door and windows, reflecting two or three shadowy figures outside. They were the night watchmen. Yunkang looked at him for a long time, understood what he meant, and narrowed his eyes ridiculously: "Do you want them to help me?"

Xue Yu drooped his eyelashes, wondering if his hand was inlaid with silver, which attracted people to grab it again and again, leaving light handprints on it. He carefully twisted his wrist, trying to make the man let go: "Well, it's the same no matter who it is."

Since you have the nerve to ask him for help, he think other people will also accept it.

Nothing to fault.

The arm on his wrist suddenly tensed up again, as if trying to endure something. The next second, Yunkang exhaled with a trembling chest, his voice hoarse, and glanced at the dinner plate: "Are you still hungry? Will you be full after a bowl of soup?"

This meant that the topic was about to be changed. Xue Yu had survived the crisis and did not lose his virginity. He was very tactful and shook his head: "I'm not full. I just wanted to eat. The imperial physician is checking my pulse."

The fire in the hall was burning. Xue Yu's face was flushed, but he looked as if he was being treated harshly. He licked his lips and looked at Yunkang eagerly, not daring to eat.

The imperial kitchen put a lot of effort into the dishes, all of which were very nourishing meat dishes. The steamed flavor was particularly tempting. Xue Yu was so greedy that he fluttered his eyelashes twice. Yunkang let go of his wrist and whispered, "...Eat it. I won't let you do anything."

He could tell that Xue Yu was afraid that if he ate it, he would have to pay a price.

Xue Yu's eyes were clear. He looked at him for a few seconds, confirmed that he was not lying, and took the bowl and picked up the food carefully.

After taking two bites, Yunkang remembered that he hadn't touched any food all day, so he couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Yunkang turned the jade ring on his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were as cold as the jade. He glanced at the table of food, and the man who was pulled by the hair and whipped in the alley flashed through his mind, his skin torn and flesh exposed. He was really disgusted: "I don't want to eat it."

The two words exude a faint smell of blood.

He pressed his brow, and seeing Xue Yu slow down his eating speed, he stopped spinning his ring and changed his words: "Eat later."

Xue Yu nodded, and then he said, "I will have someone prepare the medicine tomorrow, and you drink it on your own initiative."

Xue Yu: “…Got it.”