Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 245: Directly exposed

They walked together to Guiyan Pavilion. Except for a few guards, the road was completely quiet.

Cheng Yan felt a chill on his back and looked up at the wide-open door of Guiyan Pavilion.

After shaking Dotore's hand, Cheng Yan forced himself to remain calm and walked inside.

I regretted it the moment I took a step inside. There were two people sitting side by side on a high place in the hall, Morax and the Queen.

Cheng Yan lowered his head even more silently and followed Dotore in silently.

He bowed slightly and Dotole blocked half of Cheng Yan's body.

"I'm late."

The Ice Queen chuckled, "Your Majesty just praised my subordinates for their abilities. Now I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Morax turned the ring on his hand, and the corners of his lips rose almost imperceptibly.

"It doesn't matter."

The amber-like eyes looked at Dotore inconspicuously, and the hidden edge almost became material.

Cheng Yan felt the gazes of the two people confronting each other, his face turned bitter, and he reached out to tug at the hem of Duotole's clothes.

Dotore felt it, walked up with an expressionless face, and pulled the person to sit in the reserved seat.

The chair was soft, but Cheng Yan felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. Only when he came in front of the Emperor did he realize how poor his disguise was.

His heart was pounding, and Cheng Yan sat in the chair, not daring to raise his head.

There was a sudden noise at the low table next to him. Cheng Yan turned his head and saw Dotole pouring tea for him and pushing snacks towards him.

"It's going to be boring, eat something."

Cheng Yan's eyes flickered, and he liked Dotore even more.

But he couldn't eat anything now, so he just picked up the teacup and took a sip of the slightly bitter tea.

When he picked up the teacup, the slightly full tea wet Cheng Yan's fingertips. Dotole reached out and wiped the moisture off for him, and pinched Cheng Yan's fingertips several times.

Morax saw all these intimate actions.

Dotore felt the gaze that was calm but still oppressive, and he spread out Cheng Yan's palm and clasped his fingers together as if declaring his sovereignty.

He only buttoned it for a moment and then let go. Cheng Yan's ears turned red, and the face under the mask was completely red.

Cheng Yan could not even hear the occasional conversations around him. He only felt a buzzing in his ears and was about to faint on the spot.

Cheng Yan was still staggering when he walked out of Guiyan Pavilion. He didn't know whether Morax recognized him or not. Based on Cheng Yan's intuition, he must have recognized him, but the Emperor didn't even look at him in the hall just now.

The heat on his cheeks lingered for a long time. Cheng Yan's palms were sweaty as he walked out, holding onto Dotore's sleeve.

“Zanzan, how could you just… there were so many people.”

Cheng Yan always thought that he was thick-skinned and could tell dirty jokes without blushing or getting nervous. However, Dotore's teasing in the hall just now made him feel that he was still very immature.

Dotole didn't say anything, but just hugged him tighter, almost carrying Cheng Yan to walk.

"Dottore, His Majesty is calling you, go quickly."

Pantalone's face rarely did not have a warm smile on it, and although he was talking to Dotore, he didn't look at him, as if he didn't want to.

Dotole held Cheng Yan's wrist and frowned, "I'll go later."

"Your Majesty seems to be in a hurry. Do you want His Majesty to wait for you?"

"Mind you..." Dotore said displeased.

"It's okay, Zan Zan, go ahead, I'll wait for you."

Cheng Yan let go of his hand and patted his arm.

"I won't go far. I'll stay here."

Dotore left with a frown.

"I'll be back soon."

Cheng Yan watched him leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and tried to sneak back into his room, but as soon as he opened the door, he was pulled in by a strong force.

"Who - ah..."

Before he could scream, Cheng Yan's eyes were covered and he couldn't see the person in front of him.

There was a sudden pain on the lips, as if they were bitten viciously.

Tears welled up in an instant. Cheng Yan leaned back to avoid them, but the force on his lips became even stronger.

The man finally let out his breath, and Cheng Yan's tense body relaxed a little, but immediately became tense again.

Pushing to take back his lips, Cheng Yan put his hands on the chest of the person in front of him, feeling extremely guilty, and spoke in a low voice.

"… Your Excellency the Emperor."