In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 119: Tangled Feelings

Sotis, Shang Qinghua wondered whether removing that makeup would reveal a truly stunning face.

In his heart, appearance had never been the most important thing.

So even though he knew Yue Mingxuan was hiding sothing, he had never exposed it.

After a long mont, the redness on Yue Mingxuan’s face finally faded.

Feeling awkward, he walked up to Shang Qinghua and gathered his courage. "Prince Shang, I will repay the money I owe you. But I really cannot serve you like that. Or... I can pay to send you to a brothel instead?"

Hearing this, Shang Qinghua nearly fell off the bed.

What kind of nonsense was going on in this man’s head?

He had only spoken casually and Yue Mingxuan had already imagined all that.

Still... thinking about it carefully, that idea did not sound too bad.

As that thought passed through his mind, a certain part of him stirred.

He cleared his throat and said, "What are you thinking? What I ant is for you to give a massage."

After hearing this, Yue Mingxuan felt so embarrassed that he wished he could crawl into a hole.

Heaven above, what had he been thinking?

With Shang Qinghua’s looks, if he wanted a bed companion, from noble down to commoners, what kind of beauty would he not be able to find?

Why would he need to force Yue Mingxuan over a bit of gold?

He laughed awkwardly and quickly knelt beside the bed.

He then began to massage Shang Qinghua properly.

Shang Qinghua lay face down on the bed, feeling Yue Mingxuan’s hands move slowly from his head downward.

Through the thin inner robe, the hands traveled to his shoulders, then to his back.

His hands seed to carry a strange kind of magic.

Wherever they touched, the skin there felt so comfortable that it trembled slightly.

When the massage reached his waist, his lower body reacted in an embarrassing way, but because he was lying face down, Yue Mingxuan did not notice anything unusual.

An hour of massage passed very quickly.

Because of that uncontrollable reaction, Shang Qinghua did not fall into a deep sleep as he usually did.

He pressed down the fire rising in his body and turned over, intending to rest.

However, many things in life did not go as one wished.

Shang Qinghua cald his breathing and focused his mind for a long ti, yet sleep still refused to co.

Feeling annoyed, he turned his head and saw Yue Mingxuan leaning to the side, clearly getting sleepy.

That only made him feel more irritated.

"You," he said coldly, "massage again."

Hearing this, Yue Mingxuan’s face imdiately twisted into a miserable expression.

Did this man even know how exhausting massage work was?

If he could not fall asleep, did that an he had to massage him all night?

Feeling unhappy, Yue Mingxuan’s hands beca heavier and less controlled.

When Shang Qinghua was pressed on several major pressure points, the pain nearly made him black out.

If he had not known that Yue Mingxuan had no martial arts skills, he would have almost struck out with his palm.

Those points were his vital areas and being pressed like that, his blood and energy surged wildly, and all improper thoughts vanished instantly.

Yue Mingxuan barely managed to muddle through another hour.

He rubbed his sore wrists, thinking that he had never even been this attentive when caring for his own mother.

At that mont, a sudden noise ca from outside the window.

Shang Qinghua instantly beca alert.

"Who is it?" As soon as he spoke, the door was pushed open and Rong Tieshan walked in.

His face was pale and his hair was sowhat disheveled.

Rong Tieshan saw Shang Qinghua dressed only in an inner robe, while Yue Mingxuan leaned weakly against the bed.

His thoughts clearly went in the wrong direction.

He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to grab Yue Mingxuan, or perhaps to fight Shang Qinghua, but in the end, he could only let his hand fall weakly.

"Mingxuan," he asked painfully, "is Prince Shang the reason you rejected ?"

Hearing this, Shang Qinghua felt displeased.

Had this Prince Rong developed new ideas after breaking off the engagent with his "pet"?

With a cold tone, he spoke, "Prince Rong, coming to Mingxuan’s residence so late at night does that really follow proper etiquette?"

Yue Mingxuan almost wanted to clap for Shang Qinghua’s shalessness.

What was he thinking?

If etiquette were discussed, you who is the one standing in his room wearing only an inner robe was the one violating etiquette the most.

Of course, in Shang Qinghua’s mind, Yue Mingxuan was already his exclusive possession.

A place where his own "pet" lived was naturally his territory.

So he saw nothing wrong with his behavior.

As expected, Rong Tieshan imdiately retorted, "If we are speaking of proper etiquette, no one compares to Prince Shang."

Shang Qinghua’s next words were like a bomb dropped out of nowhere. "There is no need for formalities between Mingxuan and . Besides, that night he did not return, its because he was with ."

Rong Tieshan clutched his chest in pain and staggered back two steps.

Was this truly how it would end?

Had one wrong step dood him for life?

A tallic taste filled his mouth as his blood surged upward.

He clenched his teeth tightly, but a thin trail of blood still slipped from the corner of his lips.

Yue Mingxuan knew how serious Rong Tieshan’s injuries were.

Seeing him cough up blood after being provoked by Shang Qinghua made Yue Mingxuan anxious.

Leaving aside the fact that Rong Tieshan’s recovery was tied to his own survival, as a doctor, he could not bear to watch a patient worsen right before his eyes.

He stepped forward while supported Rong Tieshan to sit by the table and said, "Prince Rong, your body has not fully recovered. You should take better care of yourself."

When Rong Tieshan heard that Yue Mingxuan still cared for him, he imdiately grabbed Yue Mingxuan’s hand with a trace of desperation.