The patter of raindrops, mixed with some ice beads, fell heavily from the gloomy and gray sky, hitting the train one after another, making a dull sound. It seemed like the low voice of an old man in his sixties, with a bit of heaviness and desolation.
A thin figure stood beside the train station. He stood there quietly and waited for a long time, his obsidian-like eyes silently looking into the distance, as if waiting for something.
He took a gentle breath of moist cold air, and the breath he exhaled instantly condensed into a light white mist. In his ears, he could hear the "creeping" sound of the train about to start, but he still had no intention of leaving.
"Your Highness, the train is about to leave. You'd better get on the train quickly," the middle-aged sergeant on the side urged anxiously, "and your carry-on luggage, please give me..."
"No need," Leng Ling looked away in disappointment, her thin lips slightly opened, "I can take it myself."
He tightened the luggage in his hands and raised his collar, making a show of self-protection. His sculpture-like profile was completely hidden in the large shadow formed by the collar, without any expression.
Thick eyelashes drooped slightly, Leng Ling looked down at the splashing water on the ground, his beautiful black eyes were dull.
Why is there no joy in my heart when I am about to return to my homeland? I know that it is impossible for that person to give up my country and return with me, but I have waited until now. What on earth are I still expecting?
The middle-aged sergeant saw Leng Ling's unusual behavior and asked uneasily, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that Leng Ling was slightly startled, he continued to ask, "What...are you worried about?"
"It's nothing," Leng Ling moved his lips and said lightly, "Let's go."
The warm and pleasant sound was very light, disappearing into the patter of rain as soon as it flowed from my lips.
The shiny leather shoes made a slight "squeaking" sound when stepping on the iron stairs, which was lost in the sound of the rain.
The moment he was about to enter the carriage, he caught a glimpse of a familiar scene in his peripheral vision, his eyes like a deep lake.
It's him!
The steps on the stairs stopped momentarily. Leng Ling turned his head and looked to the left, with an imperceptible wave in his beautiful black eyes.
In the drizzle, that familiar figure appeared in his sight.
His tall and straight figure, his steady and powerful steps, and his golden eyes sparkled in the rain.
He actually...came.
Leng Ling felt a "buzzing" in her head and couldn't react at all. When she realized that she had lost her composure, the man had already walked up to her.
The other party was not wearing a military uniform. He put his hands casually into his coat pockets, with an unruly smile between his eyebrows, and his golden hair of the same color as his eyes was stained with water drops.
The man's golden eyes reflected Leng Ling's beautiful facial features, and the raised corners of his mouth revealed a sexy curve.
Ignoring the surprised looks of the people around him, he quietly curled up his heroic lips, took Leng Ling's cold hand and kissed it gently, "Take me with you."
"?"
Glancing at the rain-wet luggage in the other person's hand, the man's magnetic voice revealed unusual firmness, "Treat me as your luggage and let me stay with you forever."
The clear and deep pupils shrank quietly, and the lines on Leng Ling's profile suddenly softened.
"What are you doing!?"
Hearing this low cry with a hint of panic, Leng Ling's thick eyebrows twisted tightly.
He didn't like to be looked at with surprised eyes, and he didn't like to hear such a voice with fear. He had heard such a voice countless times since he was a child.
"Your Highness! Unless necessary, you are not allowed to be touched by anyone. Keeping your body pure is something you must abide by. Have you forgotten this?"
Leng Ling's soft eyes became colder after hearing these words. She wanted to break away from the other person's hand holding her, but was squeezed tighter and unable to move.
Lien ignored the middle-aged sergeant's reminder and raised his eyebrows disdainfully. He slowly smelled the back of the other person's pale hand and whispered intoxicatedly, "It really smells exactly the same."
"What?" Leng Ling frowned slightly, he didn't understand what Li En meant.
"You have the same fragrance as an orchid."
Leng Ling lowered his eyes indifferently, and with a little effort, he withdrew his hand from Li En's rough palm.
He lightly pursed his thin lips, slowly turned sideways, and looked at the car in front of him. Qing Sui's beautiful eyes became more determined, "Let's go."
"As commanded."
**********
The train was driving through the fields, and in the slightly shaking carriage, Leng Ling had spoken to the accompanying noncommissioned officer and was about to return to the private room when a tall figure suddenly stood in front of him.
"I have something to tell you."
Leng Ling raised his eyes slightly, with a calm expression, staring at the man in front of him, silently.
"How dare you be so rude to His Highness!" The middle-aged sergeant yelled at Li En, and then slightly bowed to Leng Ling, "Your Highness, we will enter the country in one hour, please go and rest first."
Leng Ling's voice was calm, "Let him come in."
The middle-aged sergeant glanced at the man next to him a little uneasily, "But Your Highness, you..."
"It doesn't matter, he won't do anything to me."
With that said, Leng Ling opened the sliding door of the private room and walked in. The man behind him immediately followed.
The middle-aged sergeant stood straight at attention, "Your Highness, I will protect your safety at the door."
Leng Ling nodded slowly, and Li En raised his eyebrows disdainfully. He quickly pulled the sliding door shut with his big hand and locked it.
With a "bang", Leng Ling was pressed heavily against the back of the door by Li En, who picked up his cheek and kissed him fiercely.
"Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
A muffled voice came from outside the door, and Leng Ling responded, "It's okay... um..."
The thick, slippery tongue eagerly pried open the thin pink lips. Li En sucked Leng Ling's soft tongue, greedily tasting the fragrance in his mouth, and his golden eyes flashed with black desire.
Leng Ling did not resist the man's request for a kiss, but slowly raised her hands to hug the other man's back, fluttering her eyelashes in response to the overbearing, strong but slightly sad kiss.
Li En let go, stretched out his fingers to brush the broken hair in front of Leng Ling's forehead, and said with a heavy breath, "We haven't seen each other for a few days, and I can't wait to see you... You smell so good, I can hardly bear it.
Can’t stand it anymore…”
Leng Ling's eyes were moist and he was also out of breath. Before he could speak, the other party leaned forward and kissed her again.
The passionate kiss spread like fire between their lips and tongues, igniting long-suppressed emotions.
Li En put his hand around Leng Ling's slender waist and slid it in along the hem of his clothes. As the two were kissing, he threw Leng Ling onto the bed next to the door and pressed him against her.
"Bang!"
With such violent movements, he accidentally knocked over the coffee cup on the table beside the bed, making a crisp sound.
