Chapter 28 - After the Sickly Beauty Transmigrated Into A Book, He Married the Arrogant Crowned Prince
Chapter 28
In the corner, Song Beiyao was sitting curled up on the ground with his head nestled in his arms, wearing only a thin inner robe.
Pei Ji just took a few steps closer to him, and he immediately screamed out.
"Don't come over! Don't kill me! I don't know anything!"
Pei Ji's feet froze for a moment, then he took a step closer and crouched down.
Song Beiyao buried his head deeper into the crook of his arm, shivering. He kept whispering, “Don't kill me..” and “I don't know anything..” under his breath.
“Song Beiyao.” Pei Ji called out to him, receiving no response.
Pei Ji gently reached out and tried to lift the younger man's head up. Song Beiyao, however, seemed to be suddenly stimulated and struggled desperately, "Don't kill me! I really don't know anything!!!"
Pei Ji grabbed his wrist and yanked Song Beiayo in front of him. “No one is trying to kill you, it's safe here.” His voice unconsciously softened.
The younger man was like a frightened deer, and the slightest breeze could scare him. Only after hearing Pei Ji's voice did he seem to gradually calm down.
A pair of tearful eyes looked towards Pei Ji, pathetic and pitiful. He stared at Pei Ji for a long time, as if confirming it was actually Pei Ji; Only then did he open his mouth and call out, “Husband…?”
It was quiet in the main room.
Pei Ji's back was turned to the candlelight source, his tall and lean body making a shadow that enveloped Song Beiyao in its entirety.
This was not the first time he had held Song Beiyao's hand, but it was the first time he had intuitively felt that this hand was more slender than that of a normal man. His wrist was narrow and thin, and felt like it would snap with the slightest bit of force.
Pei Ji couldn't help but ease his force, repeating to him again, “It's safe here, no one is trying to kill you.”
Hearing his voice, the younger man seemed to gradually calm down, and slowly stopped struggling, obediently letting him hold his wrists, a pair of eyes filled with terror looking towards him.
Song Beiyao’s eyes had always been beautiful. Whenever he stared at someone, it was as if those eyes were speaking to them. Pei Ji had seen the gentle or bright look, the shy or cunning look, but had never seen this look of fear and despair.
Even the mole at the end of his eye looked sad. His eyes flickered, watery like a blue spring but not yet fully crying out tears. Anyone that looked at him would not be able to help but feel pity for the young man.
Song Beiyao’s eyes looked at Pei Ji’s face, his eyes a little lax at first, then bit by bit his vision became clearer.
He gently said again, “... husband?”
The sound of his voice contained a hint of timidity and bewilderment, as well as a slight lack of certainty.
Pei Ji quietly looked at those eyes, his gaze moved downward, landing on Song Beiyao's straight and delicate nose, then downward, landing on his lips.
The pale, colorless lips were slightly open, giving off a helpless and fragile feeling.
Pei Ji's eyes were slightly glazed, the trace of a strange emotion pumping through his heart. He neither wanted to see the Song Beiyao reveal such a look, nor did he want to know what exactly this emotion was or what caused it.
Quickly moving his eyes away, he let go of Song Beiyao's wrist and asked in a deep voice, “How do you feel now?”
The younger man's wrist abruptly dropped downward, and he instantly took Pei Ji's hand, “Husband.”
His voice was weak, coupled with a slight intermittent cough. The two looked into each other’s eyes, saying nothing. The pleading in Song Beiyao’s eyes was quite evident— they were pleading for the other not to leave.
At that moment, Pei Ji could clearly feel Song Beiyao's trust and reliance on him.
The hands in his palms were cold. Pei Ji swept his eyes over the younger man's thin clothes and the pair of bare feet that were red from the freezing temperatures. This made him furrow his brow slightly.
He subconsciously wanted to pick Song Beiyao up and carry him to the bed. But the moment he thought about it, he quickly pushed it from his mind.
This was a very subtle feeling. In all his twenty years, Pei Ji had never thought that men needed to be protected.
He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point, he began to feel that he wanted to protect this younger man. However, his heart was resisting the desire to protect Song Beiyao.
“The ground is cold, get up.” Pei Ji withdrew his eyes and wanted to get up.
Song Beiyao, however, once again tugged at him, “My feet are numb, would you please carry me, Husband?”
Pei Ji lowered his eyes and looked at the shrunken person on the ground.
There was a hint of begging in his voice. He had cried earlier, and the ends of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, making him look more and more pathetic.
Pei Ji slightly narrowed his eyes, finally bending down and picking him up. He then carried him to the bedside.
Song Beiyao leaned on his chest, both hands clung to his neck, refusing to let go when he was put on the bed.
Pei Ji tried to pull away, Song Beiyao struggled slightly, hugging him tighter. His lips were close to Pei Ji's ear, his breath was light and soft, as he said with a pitiful voice, “Husband, I thought I would never see you again.”
In that moment, Pei Ji felt a warm stream of air flowing across his ear, moving into his body and sinking into his stomach.
His movements froze, and he swallowed softly. In a fluid motion, he sat down on the edge of the bed.
Pei Ji was tall, and even when he was sitting, his upper body was extraordinarily sturdy and lean. Song Beiyao ambled over to him, and in contrast, looked quite slender and weak.
Neither of them spoke again, and for a while, the room was silent, with only the sound of their breath.
The fragrance of Song Beiyao's body filled Pei Ji’s nostrils. He stiffly inclined his head, saying with a slightly hoarse voice, “Why did you go to that appointment that day? You know that Helian Zhuo has bad intentions towards you.”
Song Beiyao's hands were still wrapped around Pei Ji's neck, his cheek was pressed against his chest, and he softly said, “I promised him at the palace banquet. If I didn’t go, he wouldn’t be satisfied. What if he wants to marry Princess Hei Yi?”
The scenes of that day flashed through Pei Ji's mind one by one, as he asked in a low voice, “Why do you care so much about whether he marries or doesn't marry Hei Yi?”
“I've heard about that regent.” Song Beiyao softly replied back, "If Hei Yi is sent to make peace, Husband will definitely feel sorrow in his heart. I don't want you to be unhappy."
These words were like a trickle of water that flowed into Pei Ji's heart. He couldn't help but raise his palm and stroke the younger man's thin back.
A hug could only be considered a hug if there was a reciprocal response. Song Beiyao saw that in the lower left corner of his field of vision, the Qi Luck Value immediately jumped up a few numbers. (T/N: “A hug could only be considered a hug if there was a reciprocal response” refers to the rules of the system I think. Remember the points system?)
He hid the smile at the corner of his lips and continued, “Actually, going to the appointment is also related to my husband.”
“Related to me?”
Song Beiyao, as if he had to say what was on his mind, shyly said, “Has my husband forgotten what happened on the night of the palace banquet?”
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