His Royal Highness all day wearing plain robes, saying no to desire, resembling a monk, those who did not know would think about how upright he was. However, after this battle, Gu Yun was able to experience it. Under this person's civilized appearance was a mountain of desire that normal people could not understand.

Liked what? Liked him being blind?

Chang Geng did not speak very loudly. In order to let Gu Yun hear, he always whispered into his ear. Such sentences as ‘Be careful about the threshold’ and so on would feel intimate. As he walked to the door, Gu half-blind instinctively reached for the door frame but was intercepted gently by his hand. Chang Geng casually said, "Don't touch anything else, just hold on to me."

This unprecedented sense of complete control had made Chang Geng crazy; he was unwilling to let go for even a moment. After a couple of sentences, he would come closer asking for a kiss. After only a short moment, it had already caused Gu Yun to feel goosebumps all over.

Even if Gu Yun were to be beaten to death, he couldn't understand — someone who was originally so alienated and restrained, even avoided looking out of politeness while changing his clothes, how on earth did he become this crazy after only spending one time in bed?

Gu Yun: "Even if I can't see, I am not disabled. You don't have to hold me all the time. Aren't you busy all day long?

Chang Geng: “Then come with me to my study.”

After Gu Yun left, his study was basically Chang Geng's territory. Gu Yun, who had been floating around the border for many years, was somewhat unfamiliar. Chang Geng supported him and sat down. The sunshine hit the face of the people in the study from a very familiar angle. Gu Yun suddenly felt something and stretched out his foot. As a result, he met a small bench under the table: "This thing is still there."

Chang Geng bent over and picked up the stool. He saw a few vivid little turtles painted on the wooden stool, biting each other’s tails and forming a circle. The childish handwriting beside it was engraved with the words ‘Although the tortoise lives long*, if our forces are ten to the enemy's one, surround him’**.

*A line from a song of Cao Cao.

** A line from Art of War

... It didn’t even make sense.

Chang Geng smiled for a long time, took Gu Yun's hand and pressed it on the mark, he asked, “Did you carve this?"