Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Chapter 121 Kiss me one more time!

"cute?"

Jing Shu was taken aback by the answer. Did he even have anything to do with the word "cute"?

Hanluo said he was cute, so he must be cute, right? Jing Shu hesitated for a moment before accepting what Hanluo said.

"Mmm! Hanluo said I'm cute, so I'm cute. So, does Hanluo like me?"

Jing Shu grasped Han Luo's hand, leaned forward slightly, and closed the distance between them, allowing Han Luo to clearly see the glint of light in his eyes.

"Yes, I like it," Han Luo said softly.

Han Luo couldn't say no to such a scene. Besides, he knew his physical condition; he didn't have long to live. He had finally met someone he liked, and he didn't want to leave any regrets.

Han Luo stared at the thin lips so close to his own, and with a sudden impulse, he leaned in and gave them a light peck.

"Boom."

The two parted abruptly, and Han Luo let out a soft gasp. The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"See, I like you." Han Luo stared at Jing Shu in a daze, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes.

"Give me another kiss!" Jing Shu suddenly snapped back to reality and said awkwardly.

"Chirp—" Han Luo indulged him and kissed him again. He saw Jing Shu was stunned again and was about to kiss him again.

Jing Shu suddenly came to his senses, released Han Luo's hand, ran his fingers through Han Luo's hair, and gently but undeniably kissed Han Luo's lips.

Feeling Jing Shu's hand tighten slightly, Han Luo's smile deepened. What's there to be nervous about? He's not dodging...

Jing Shu closed his eyes, savoring the softness of Han Luo's lips. Han Luo's lips were cool and soft, making him want to devour them...

Jing Shu gently rubbed his lips against Han Luo's until they were warmed by his body heat, then reluctantly pulled away.

Han Luo sighed inwardly. He really did just rub against her!

"Your Highness, the porridge is ready. Would you like it brought up now?"

The servants asked from outside the door, but there was no response from inside. They dared not push the door open, fearing they might see something they shouldn't and lose their lives.

The moment the sound was heard, the romantic atmosphere in the room vanished. Jing Shu felt a pang of regret, but considering that Han Luo hadn't eaten anything yet, he suppressed his dissatisfaction, put Han Luo's hand and the hot water bottle under the covers, and got up to leave.

"Squeak-"

The door was suddenly opened, startling the servant, only to see his master personally come out and take the porridge from his hands. As he entered, the master used his inner strength to slam the door shut.

Understood, His Highness doesn't want them to disturb him!

Those who could serve him closely were all exceptionally bright. After understanding the situation, the servant quietly withdrew from the prince's courtyard and stood guard at the courtyard exit.

Han Luo watched as Jing Shu tested the temperature of the porridge with the back of his hand. Seeing that the temperature was about right, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Jing Shu's lips.

"It's not hot, have some."

Han Luo was unusually spoiled for once, only needing to open her mouth.

The porridge contained finely chopped greens and minced meat, and seemed to have been simmered for a long time, with a thick layer of rice oil on top.

The freshness of the vegetables and the savory aroma of the minced meat stimulated Hanluo's taste buds. Hanluo, who was not particularly hungry, was now whetted of her appetite.

Soon, the bowl of vegetable and minced meat porridge was empty.

"The physician said that you haven't eaten for several days, so you can only eat some light food for now. Once you've recovered a bit, I'll make you something else." Jing Shu put down the bowl and took out a handkerchief to gently wipe the corner of Han Luo's mouth.

"Did you make this?"

Han Luo was somewhat surprised. Judging from Jing Shu's status as someone of high wealth and nobility, how could he know how to cook?!

"Hmm, it's not difficult for the first time," Jing Shu said casually.

"It's delicious, the best porridge I've ever had."

Han Luo gave Jing Shu a quick kiss on the chin, her eyes crinkling with a smile. "This is my way of thanking you."

Jing Shu's lips curled up slightly, indicating that he seemed to be in a good mood.

This time, without Jing Shu speaking, Han Luo kissed him twice more before speaking.

"Three, each one."

Jing Shu widened his eyes slightly, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately closed his mouth again.

Han Luo noticed Jing Shu's hesitation and took the initiative to speak, "What do you want to ask? Just ask, and I'll tell you everything."

He told him everything, both his identity and the reason he was at Tianxiang Tower...

Upon hearing this, Jing Shu took a deep breath and mustered his courage to ask, "Then, which version of me do you like...?"

As he spoke, Jing Shu's voice grew softer and softer, and he barely uttered the last "I".

"What did you say?" Han Luo asked, puzzled. He really hadn't heard him clearly.

Jing Shu instantly became assertive again, placing his hands on Han Luo's shoulders and asking coldly, "Tell me, which version of me do you like?"

Han Luo: "..."

Han Luo blinked, completely surprised that Jing Shu had asked that; he had thought...

Seeing that Han Luo remained silent, Jing Shu's imposing manner weakened further, and his eyes darkened. "Not going to speak? Can't you make a choice? Or are you saying that your liking for me is fake?"

Han Luo seemed to have heard something that displeased him, and his eyes darkened slightly.

"Are you saying that my feelings for you are fake?"

Even though she was asking him a question, for some reason, Jing Shu felt a little flustered, and his forehead was throbbing slightly.

Driven by his survival instinct, Jing Shu shook his head vigorously. "No, it's true! It must be true!"

It's an illusion! It must be an illusion! How could the mighty Prince Yi be afraid?! Han Luo looks so weak and frail, she can't do anything to him.

But... what if he gets angry? His body is so weak, what if he gets seriously injured from anger...? Thinking of this, Jing Shu's face changed.

"I was wrong! I said something stupid in a moment of impulse. Hanluo, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. If you're unhappy, hit me. I will never fight back!"

If Han Luo is angry, then he must be in the wrong. He doesn't know how to make Han Luo calm down, so he'll just let Han Luo hit him to vent his anger!

As he spoke, Jing Shu placed Han Luo's hand on his chest. He knew that Han Luo was very strong, but he would let Han Luo hit him as much as he wanted, as long as it would calm him down!

Jing Shu even relaxed his body so that Han Luo wouldn't hit him too hard; Han Luo's hands were so white, it wouldn't be good if they turned red.

Feeling the touch in his hand and sensing the anxiety of the person in front of him, Han Luo's anger dissipated instantly. He couldn't help but pinch Jing Shu's full pectoral muscles twice.

Wow, that's huge...

"Hanluo..." Jing Shu felt a little uncomfortable being squeezed, and he tightened his grip on Hanluo's hand slightly, but did not stop him.

"Only children make choices," Han Luo said softly. "I want them all, I like them all, is that not allowed?"

As she spoke, Han Luo secretly tested the waters, causing Jing Shu to grunt, at which point Han Luo released her grip.

"Hmm...okay." Jing Shu chuckled. "Han Luo can like whoever she wants. She can like them all, that's fine too."

"Stop fooling around?" Han Luo raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to look at Jing Shu.

"It wasn't me who caused this in the first place." Jing Shu chuckled to himself. He didn't know when the other two of himself would appear, and that was something he couldn't control.

Han Luo clearly didn't believe Jing Shu's nonsense. They were clearly the same person, so why make such a distinction? He didn't believe that Jing Shu himself didn't want to know who he liked.

"So, did you know me before? And why did you say you've been looking for me for so many years?"

After talking for so long, Han Luo was a little tired. Seeing this, Jing Shu took out a cushion from the wardrobe next to him and let Han Luo lie down and rest his head on the cushion.

“I don’t know him,” Jing Shu said truthfully. “I only know that I’m looking for someone, someone I’ve forgotten, but who is very important to me.”

It's a paradox that something so important is being forgotten, yet that's the truth.

"The moment I saw you, I knew I had found you."

"Aren't you afraid of getting the wrong one?" Han Luo said lazily.

“No, I won’t make a mistake.” Jing Shu chuckled and pointed to his heart. “Tell me here that the person I’m looking for is you.”

The affectionate gaze made Han Luo's lips curl into a smile. "Then take off your mask. If you keep wearing it, I still won't know what you look like."

Jing Shu's smile suddenly froze, and then he hesitated before saying, "I...I'm very ugly. Even little kids would be scared to tears if they saw me. Please don't look at me, okay?"

"Don't worry, I won't mind how ugly you are." Han Luo's fingers entangled in Jing Shu's palm and gently tickled it twice.

"Let me know what you look like, okay?"

Is he being coquettish? Jing Shu felt dizzy. Well, how could he say it's not good?

Jing Shu placed his hand on the mask and moved it a couple of times from somewhere, and the mask was removed from Jing Shu's face.

Under Han Luo's curious gaze, Jing Shu slowly removed his mask, revealing his true face beneath.

Contrary to Jing's description, Han Luo saw an exceptionally handsome face with a high nose bridge, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes.

However, there was a deep scar on Jing Shu's face, which slid diagonally from the corner of his right eye to the left side of his face, like a thick stroke of ink thrown on a perfect painting, destroying the beauty it should have and making his face look somewhat ferocious.

"Isn't it ugly?" Jing Shu saw that Han Luo was silent and thought she was disgusted by his appearance. He gave a wry smile and then prepared to put the mask back on. But suddenly, the hand holding the mask was gripped tightly by someone.

Jing Shu said helplessly, "Han Luo, let go..."

"Who did this?" Han Luo interrupted Jing Shu, gently stroking the scar on Jing Shu's face with her other hand. Jing Shu could clearly see the emotion in her eyes.

Shock, anger, heartache... but no fear or disgust.

Jing Shu's heart, which had been in his throat, instantly calmed down. He closed his eyes and gently rubbed his face against Han Luo's hand.

“I cut myself with a dagger. I was too good-looking when I was a child, and I was an orphan. People in the tribe were very interested in me. I had no way to protect myself, so I just cut my face.”

Jing Shu personally revealed his scars to Han Luo. That was the most painful time of his life; everyone could bully and insult him. He was like a stray dog ​​on the street, anyone could come and trample on him.

However, when Jing Shu thinks about it now, he is no longer angry at all, because he killed all of these people.

"Does it hurt?" Han Luo asked softly, as if talking to herself.

This time, however, Jing Shu heard clearly. Before Jing Shu could continue to answer, Han Luo's lips gently landed and kissed his scar.

"A kiss will make it stop hurting..."

Jing Shu didn't say anything more, but just enjoyed the dense kisses falling on his face. The movements were gentle, as if afraid of hurting him. Finally, those lips kissed his lips.

"This is how you kiss..."

Jing Shu heard Han Luo whisper against his lips, and then something wet and warm licked his lower lip. While Jing Shu was stunned, it easily pried open his mouth.

The moment their tongues touched, Jing Shu's mind went blank, letting Han Luo deepen the kiss.

After a long while, Han Luo, whose breathing was unsteady, took the initiative to widen the distance between the two, placed Jing Shu's mask by the bedside, threw the hot water bottle off her body, and pulled Jing Shu down while he was still stunned.

"I'm so tired, will you sleep with me?"

Although she was asking this question, Hanluo's hand was already wrapped around Jingshu's neck, she was so tired that she was almost asleep.

He wanted to flirt with Jing Shu, but his body simply couldn't keep up.

Jing Shu finally came to his senses, kicked off his shoes, coaxed Han Luo to let him go, took off his outer robe, and then got into bed and embraced Han Luo.

He didn't even need to use his internal energy; his body was already very hot. In fact, a certain part of his lower body was still stubbornly resisting the cold.

Han Luo naturally sensed it too, but since Jing Shu didn't say anything, neither did he. Anyway, he was just a patient now, and patients can't do anything but rest.

Han Luo, out of Jing Shu's sight, slightly curled the corners of her lips and fell asleep with a perfectly at ease, her arms around Jing Shu's waist.

When Tianxun returned to his master after gathering information from the Prime Minister's residence, he accidentally witnessed a horrifying scene.

His master actually took off his mask and gently coaxed the young master sitting on the soft couch to take his medicine. The young master looked resistant and clearly did not want to take the medicine, but his master was not angry at all. Instead, he looked indulgent and helpless. He even ordered a servant to bring over a plate of maltose and personally fed it to the young master.

Hiding in the shadows, Tianxun felt as if the sky had fallen. Was this still his ruthless and decisive prince?! Had he been possessed?!

And that young master is...

Jing Shu, who was coaxing Han Luo to drink her medicine, keenly noticed the gaze and said coldly to Tian Xun's location, "Come out."

Tianxun suddenly woke up, realizing that he had overstepped his bounds, and flashed to appear in front of the two of them and knelt down.