Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 485: What do you want?

She was upset but she knew if they were to marry this would be a possibility. After all Qie Xieling from what she heard was from a brothel and knew how to seduce a man better than she did. As long as he was demoted to a concubine and she became the main wife she would be able to have power over Qie Xieling.

"Chen-ge’’ she said playing her part convincingly, acting pitifully in an attempt to garner sympathy. But Luo Muchen’s gaze remained fixed on Qie Xieling, his eyes betraying a multitude of emotions that no one could decipher. Luo Muchen felt something was wrong. When she called him he felt an uncontrollable annoyance but when Qie Xieling called him he felt an itch in his ear, an itch that spread to his heart.

"You can take that off as well... we wouldn’t want rumours spreading," said Qie Xieling and Zi Mixen’s face froze. She didn’t think he would be this petty. Who would care especially when everyone knew that they would be together in the future?

"Come on... hurry up," he said and she looked at Luo Muchen but he didn’t say anything. She couldn’t understand what was the deal between them. He was about to divorce him yet here he was acting like a henpecked husband letting his wife do the talking. She pressed her lips into a thin line and pushed the coat back. The maidservant removed it from her shoulders and handed it towards Qie Xieling.

Qie Xieling took it and said, "Make sure Young Miss Zi is well taken care of," he said as Zi Mixen shivered from the cold. Luo Muchen didn’t even react. It was as though she was nonexistent in his eyes.

"Goodnight, Chen-ge," she said and Qie Xieling waved at her. After she was gone, he roughly placed the coat in Luo Muchen’s hands before he entered the carriage. Luo Muchen glanced at the coat and felt quite irritable about the fact that it now had a lingering floral fragrance he didn’t really like.

He gave Bo Ailun, who was standing there seeming confused, the coat and followed after Qie Xieling. Bo Ailun had seen Luo Muchen return but what he didn’t see coming was Qie Xieling. He was quite certain the two of them were going to divorce so why were they together again?

Meanwhile, Qie Xieling stood in the carriage with a look of annoyance. When Zi Mixen removed her coat she was wearing a thin dress. She truly came here meaning business. His annoyance got him so heated that he decided to remove his outer robe. He reached for the belt, his long fingers deftly loosening the knot.

As he was in the midst of undressing, the curtain creaked open, and Luo Muchen stood frozen in the doorway. Their eyes met, and Luo Muchen’s gaze instinctively dropped to Qie Xieling’s waist and the way his fingers tugged at the robe. Luo Muchen swallowed nervously before deciding that this might be a bad idea. He was about to turn to leave when Qie Xieling called him,

"Husband, where do I keep this."

Luo Muchen, "..."

He turned around while rubbing his thumb on his fingers in nervousness. He took Qie Xieling’s outer robe and folded it neatly before putting it away. He took his sweet precious time trying to muster the courage to ask, "Where should I sleep?"

Qie Xieling’s glare pierced through Luo Muchen, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. Without a word, he lay down on the carriage’s plush seat, still a little mad. He pulled the quilt over himself, turning away from Luo Muchen, who stood silently watching his back. The dim light flickered, casting shadows on their strained faces.

Luo Muchen hesitated for a moment, then slowly took off his own outer robe, carefully folding it with practised precision. He climbed onto the seat beside Qie Xieling, his heart pounding with each step. Nervousness coursed through his veins, but he couldn’t resist sleeping there, next to Qie Xieling. They had agreed to act like husband and wife but he was reluctant yet eager at the same time.

The faint scent of Qie Xieling overpowered the lingering fragrance in the carriage belonging to Zi Mixen and soothed his troubled heart. He longed to reach out and touch him, but fear held him back.

As they lay side by side, Qie Xieling who was sleeping peacefully shuffled around till he was facing Luo Muchen. Luo Muchen felt his body tense, his eyes fixed on Qie Xieling’s handsome face. The moonlight seeped through the carriage window, casting a gentle glow on the scene.

Qie Xieling’s arm unconsciously reached out to pull Luo Muchen closer. Luo Muchen stiffened, his breath catching, as he watched Qie Xieling’s peaceful expression.

With the weight of uncertainty still hanging in the air, he cautiously moved closer, his body trembling slightly. He closed his eyes, trying to silence the doubt that plagued him.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt a pair of warm lips on his. His entire body froze his breath stagnated. He wanted to open his eyes but he found that he couldn’t.

His heart beat hard in his chest as he felt Qie Xieling kiss him again. He kept his eyes shut, not knowing what Qie Xieling was planning or if this was just a dream.

Qie Xieling clasped at Luo Muchen’s clothes with his fingers, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Luo Muchen felt Qie Xieling’s tongue prying his mouth open, sending a jolt of desire through his body.

Instantly aroused, Luo Muchen pulled him even closer and asked in a whisper, "What are you doing?" Their breaths were shallow and rapid, their bodies pressed against each other in the cramped space of the carriage.

Qie Xieling, hushed him with yet another kiss, silencing any words that may come out of his mouth. At this point, it was clear that Qie Xieling planned to eat him clean.

Their lips locked together, their bodies pressed close against each other. Their tongues tangled in a heated battle as they embraced. The heat between them intensified and Luo Muchen couldn’t contain himself anymore.

He turned over and moved on top of Qie Xieling, taking control with assertive movements. He grasped Qie Xieling’s hands and pushed them above him, pinning them down on the seat. With his other hand, he placed it on Qie Xieling’s throat looking into his eyes intently as he asked, "What do you want?"