Transmigrating into a Big Villain in the Book

Chapter 172: I Eventually Couldn’t Let Him Suffer

Translator: Storm in a Teacup

Watching Ke Ruan for a long time, Si Yuhan finally smiled ruefully in a low voice. He would rather torture himself than Ke Ruan. He was unable to be cruel to Ke Ruan.

He ordered coldly, “Boil a bowl of soup for sobering up and bring it to me.”

There was a gust of wind and soon a black figure appeared in the room. He respectfully gave the soup to Si Yuhan, who took the bowl with one hand.

Then he stretched out his hand to pick up Ke Ruan, who was lying on the bed and furrowing his brows, and let Ke Ruan lean in his arms. His hand holding the bowl approached his lips and said softly, “Good boy, open your mouth, or you’ll feel unwell tomorrow.”

The soft voice even made Ke Ruan who was in a drunken dream opened his mouth obediently. Si Yuhan’s lips curved and his eyebrows became softer.

After Ke Ruan finished drinking the soup, Si Yuhan carried him on the bed and put him into his arms. His chin fell against the top of his head, smelling the comforting fragrance of ambergris on his body, and he closed his eyes, his lips curving.

Ke Ruan thought that he would feel uncomfortable after he had drunk so much last night, but he didn’t expect that when he woke up, it felt the same as usual. Except the person beside him was still the one who made him afraid, everything was fine.

Besides, every time he woke up, it was already late. But this guy was still sleeping beside him. As an emperor, was that really okay for him?

Ke Ruan turned his head to look at Si Yuhan who was still asleep. His usual harshness seemed to have disappeared completely, only endless gentleness left. Besides, even a man like him would be distracted when looking at him.

Ke Ruan stretched out his right index finger towards the corner of Si Yuhan’s eye. Just as he was about to touch it, he suddenly realized what he was doing. ‘I must be crazy.’

He hurriedly wanted to retract his finger, but the next second it was held back. Ke Ruan’s heart trembled and he swallowed.

Si Yuhan looked at him with confused eyes.

“Let… let me explain.”

Unexpectedly, Si Yuhan tightened his grip and made Ke Ruan move closer to his body. The two of them cuddled together.

Si Yuhan buried his head in Ke Ruan’s chest, like a cute cat.

Ke Ruan’s hands and feet were stiff. But it was completely different from last night’s feeling of stiffness because of fear.

This subconscious behavior made him feel like they had gone back to seven years ago, when this child came to see him every night and insisted on pestering him and sleeping with him.

He subconsciously ruffled Si Yuhan’s hair. “Dear boy, you can sleep awhile.”

He finished ruffling and said nothing more.

Then Ke Ruan stared at his hand in confusion. ‘Who am I? Where am I? What have I done?’

He was plucking the hair from the tiger.

How dare he ruffle Si Yuhan’s hair?

‘God is killing me!’

A muffled voice echoed in his chest.

“Okay.”

Then he heard the constant rhythm of his breathing. After a short pause, Ke Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and his tensed body also softened.

With such a posture, Ke Ruan absolutely didn’t see Si Yuhan’s dark eyes buried in his chest with the corner of his mouth showing a smile of success.

Si Yuhan tightened his grip and closed his eyes again.

Seeing that the sun was rising higher and higher, Ke Ruan couldn’t stand it anymore. Despite everything, Si Yuhan should go to the imperial court to discuss the state affairs, so he tapped him on his shoulder gently, “It’s time to get up. Stop sleeping. You should go to the imperial court.”

Si Yuhan frowned and suddenly opened his eyes. Seeing his dark eyes, Ke Ruan contracted his neck and repeated in a low voice, “You should go to the imperial court.”

Si Yuhan sat up, stood up and looked at Ke Ruan like before.