He Likes Mu Chen

At midnight, Doli nervously entered Mu Chen’s bedchamber. He pushed open the door, and the instant he saw that exquisitely beautiful face beneath the dim yellow light, he quickly lowered his head.

“Your Highness, did you call for me?”

“Mm.” Mu Chen crossed his long legs and leaned against the sofa cushions, casually glancing at the person standing before him. “Bring me a bottle of wine.”

The lingering heat of his courtship period kept his nerves taut. He needed to do something to distract himself.

Remembering what had just happened, Mu Chen unconsciously pressed his lips together. Big Brother had run so fast, faster than a rabbit. Even though he’d already gotten hard, he was too embarrassed to face what had happened. Otherwise, they could have done something fun together. What a shame they’d missed such a good opportunity.

The instant Doli heard that Mu Chen wanted wine, he suddenly raised his head. An unreadable look flashed through his eyes. “What would you like?”

Mu Chen rested his chin in his hand and thought for a moment. “Whisky from New Zealand.”

Doli: “Certainly, Your Highness.”

As he turned to leave, his palm was damp with sweat from clenching his fist.

After a while, someone knocked on the door again. Mu Chen called, “Come in.”...