Servant of the warm bed

He stripped off his clothes to a thin shirt and slipped into the futon.

The weather in the depths of winter is always overcast, and the thick gray clouds only drop a few drops of rain, and there is no heavy snow at this time as in previous years. He felt the coolness in the futon, shivering uncontrollably, and he wrapped himself tighter, counting the hours in his mind, and he was sure that he would be able to warm the bed before the prince returned. The quilt was smoked with sandalwood by the maid, just like the smell of the prince's body. Half of his face was buried in the quilt, and he didn't feel that he couldn't breathe, he only felt that he could get close to Wang Ye in this way, and his heart was excited, and even his body was steaming.

There was slow warmth in the quilt, his shrunken body also stretched out, and then moved downwards, Wang Ye was much taller than him, his shoulders were wider than him, and the place occupied by lying on the bed was naturally larger than him, and he wanted to let Wang Ye lie where it was hot.

He was about to turn over when he heard a knock at the door, and he was so frightened that he covered his head with a quilt, in the past he had left before Wang Ye returned to his room, how did he bump into him today? No, Wang Ye seems to have returned half an hour earlier than before today, according to common sense, he does not have the need to hide, as long as he gets up to serve Wang Ye and go to bed, but this errand is not nominally his, he used five or two pieces of silver to replace him, so he has not dared to meet with Wang Ye.

He was still thinking about how to hide from Wang Ye and sneak out, and the quilt above his head was lifted. He wanted to cover his face with his hands, but his body was pressed down by Wang Ye and he couldn't move at all.

The first time he had such a close contact with Wang Ye, he forgot to follow the rules to avoid his eyes, and even looked directly at Wang Ye. Wang Ye's face seemed to be a little red, and what he didn't know was that his ears were also red.

Wang Ye suddenly lowered his head, the tip of both noses was about to touch, his whole body seemed to be nailed to the bed, he couldn't move at all, and he didn't know how to turn his head to avoid, Wang Ye just touched his nose and asked him: "Why do you have to run to my bed every day?" ”

"Warm your bed." In a position like Wang Ye,it is normal for someone to warm the bed, but he should not have done this errand, and he had selfish intentions, and when he said this, he was a little weak-minded.

"What if I still feel cold at night?" Got a wind chill? ”

"No, as long as wang ye covers the quilt, he won't feel cold." He was still very confident in his warm bed, the quilt was warm and dry, and it was unlikely to be cold. He would have calmed down a lot, smelled the wine on the prince's body, and Er remembered that today the prince was going to the palace for a banquet, and he must have drunk a lot of wine, so it was no wonder that he came back so early.

"But I don't sleep honestly, but it's better that you sleep with me and hold me at night, and I won't move around, and I won't be cold." It seems that Wang Ye is really drunk, otherwise how could he say such an inconspicuous thing, where is this like this on weekdays?

His already calm heart began to beat again, and his mind couldn't turn around, not knowing what to do.

"But you are what I have picked up, and the grace of salvation is to be promised by myself." When Wang Ye said these words, his head was also buried in his neck, and his throat that had drunk wine had a hint of hoarseness, and his hot breath spilled right on his skin, as if to seduce him.

Three years ago, in the midst of war, he and his family fled around, and then unfortunately dispersed, leaving him alone, eating and eating, because his body looked too weak, and no one was willing to accept him to work. He fainted outside the palace gate with hunger, and was just bumped into by the prince who had returned from entering the palace.

Wang Ye saw him shrink into a small ball and hide on the side of the stone lion, and when he got closer, he found that he was still trembling, whispering incoherently, and for a moment his heart was soft, so that people took him into the palace.

After he woke up, he was always afraid of people, and he was only willing to follow Wang Ye and became Wang Ye's personal servant, as long as he was in the palace, wherever Wang Ye went, he would follow him. Even though he had been with Wang Ye for nearly three years, the number of times he took the initiative to speak was still very small and pitiful, and he only said it every time he asked Wang Ye himself. Wang Ye has always been easy-going, the rules are also few, such a restrained personality in the house is only him, Wang Ye only when he is strictly abiding by the rules, not good at words, and has never been sorry for him, when the guests in the house will not let him wait on the side. When he saw him go out of his room that night, Wang Ye was surprised, he had always been obedient to the rules in his daily life, how could he suddenly do someone else's errands? This was the case for several days in a row. When Wang Ye lay on the bed and covered him with a quilt, he rarely felt at ease, and suddenly wanted to sleep with him in his arms, wouldn't it be more comfortable?

Today I was drunk, and for a moment my mouth quickly said the words in my heart. Wang Ye was buried in his neck, his mind was a little confused, he couldn't hear his answer, and he thought he had thought about it too much.

"Well, Wang Ye is going to lie in, it's cold outside."

It's really tempting.

All along, he thought that he coveted the sandalwood on Wang Ye's body, but he didn't expect that Wang Ye was also attached to the temperature on him.