Chapter 26 I Want to Sleep with You

The late summer heat refuses to dissipate even at night.

Pei Heng stuffed the last piece of fresh flower pastry given by Yan Ke into his mouth, and the fragrance melted on his tongue.

The phone screen lay quietly on the desk, with no incoming messages.

This is very unsettling.

Chen Shi was very busy in the imperial capital, but he would still send a message no matter how late it was.

Sometimes it’s a neon photo late at night, and sometimes it’s just a straightforward “Good night, husband”.

Pei Heng's ears were burning with anger, but he still had to pretend to be calm and reply, as if it had become an unspoken ritual between them.

But today, the dialog box was filled with messages he had sent out sporadically.

"I need to write another long essay. Let Ling Yue do it."

"That's weird. Ling Yue is so good at studying, why does he want to study sports?"

…

"Ling Yue said that he was forced to help me write articles in his dream. Am I that kind of person?"

…

"Teacher Yan gave me some fresh flower pastries. Zhou Jingming said it felt like chewing petals."

"It's raining."

At eight o'clock in the evening, with a blurry picture of rain outside the window.

Pei Heng lowered his eyes, angry. He stuffed his phone into the drawer, slowly took out an ancient book and read it, twisting the pages with his fingertips.

Very annoying.

Shen Shi couldn't expect to video chat with him for the next three days.

The hands slowly moved towards eleven fifty-eight.

The sound of rain outside the window became more urgent, hitting the glass.

Pei Heng frowned with deep resentment, and finally let go of the ancient book that he had only turned a few pages of, and let it lie crumpled back on the desk.

Pei Heng knocked on Zhou Jingming and Chen Yu's doors.

The door opened a crack, revealing Zhou Jingming's sleepy head with messy hair.

"Pei Hengheng, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" He yawned, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

Pei Heng's face was stern, "Chen Shi didn't reply to my message."

Zhou Jingming's yawn was interrupted, "...Huh?"

He turned around in a daze and looked at Chen Yu who was playing games on the screen in the room.

"Old Chen, am I sleepy?"

What is Pei Hengheng talking about in his sleep?

Chen Yu took off his headphones and looked past Zhou Jingming at Pei Heng at the door.

"Not much reply, just one sentence?"

Pei Heng added awkwardly, "All day."

Zhou Jingming's gossip radar lit up.

He suddenly became alert and all sleepiness disappeared. "A whole day! This is a truly devastating event! Could it be..."

"Chen Shi failed in his attempt to seize power in the imperial capital and was locked up in a small dark room?"

The thunder outside the window boomed at the right time, and the pale lightning illuminated the living room and Pei Heng's slightly furrowed brow.

"Have you called?" Chen Yu interrupted in a calm voice.

"I called, but the phone is turned off." Pei Heng's voice was a little muffled.

The three people looked at each other.

The only sound in the living room was the increasingly rapid rain.

Zhou Jingming scratched his hair, which looked like a chicken coop, and was about to use his imagination again.

“Click.”

There was a sound of a door card being sensed at the living room door.

The door opened.

Ling Yue was standing at the door carrying a suitcase.

He turned sideways, revealing the figure behind him.

Chen Shi looked a little disheveled, his expensive shirt had water stains on the shoulders and stuck tightly to his body, outlining his smooth shoulder lines.

"Master, the person has been delivered. Good night."

Ling Yue put the suitcase in the entrance and nodded slightly at Pei Heng.

The experienced leader of the secret guards obviously knew that it was not advisable to stay for long at this moment. After saying that, he turned around and closed the door.

Zhou Jingming also wanted to go over to express his condolences, but Chen Yu quickly grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him back to the room.

Pei Heng was caught off guard by Chen Shi's attack. He staggered back half a step before he could stand firm. His neck was tightly hooked by a slightly cold arm, and his wet head was buried in his neck. The water droplets on the ends of his hair rubbed against his skin.

Pei Heng didn't push him away, but patted Shen Shi on the back, "Shen Shi, have you been bullied?"

The head buried in his neck shook gently, making Pei Heng feel a little itchy.

Shen Shi responded softly, "No."

He tightened his arms, hugged Pei Heng tighter, and rubbed him affectionately, with a mixture of grievance and dependence.

"Hubby, I miss you so much."

Hearing Shen Shi's voice face to face again after many days, Pei Heng turned his head uncomfortably, not realizing that this just exposed his burning ears.

Pei Heng let Shen Shi hold him for a while in silence.

The sound of breathing in the living room blends with the sound of rain outside the window.

Time seemed stretched out, yet it seemed as if only a brief moment had passed.

It was not until Shen Shi's hair and shoulders were completely soaked through the thin pajamas on his chest that Pei Heng moved uncomfortably and pushed the large pendant on his body.

"Chen Shi," he complained, his voice softening a bit, "You've soaked my clothes."

Shen Shi raised his eyes to look at him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

All right.

Pei Heng admitted to himself in his heart that he wanted to let go.

So Shen Shi's current sticky and pitiful appearance made him feel a little soft-hearted.

Pei Heng even condoned Shen Shi’s next move.

Hot, wet kisses touched the side of his neck, then the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrist, leaving in an instant.

The two people were so close that their breaths intertwined

Shen Shi's cheek pressed gently against his, absorbing the familiar scent as if he was petting a cat.

The atmosphere of ambiguity is so dense that even gods cannot stand the vividness of this moment.

Pei Heng's arms around Shen Shi tightened unconsciously, his fingertips sinking into the slightly damp fabric of the other's shirt, and his body's reaction could not be hidden.

Shen Shi obviously noticed it too.

He raised his head slightly and looked at Pei Heng. The corners of his eyes were tinged with a faint red, and the light was shimmering, flowing with emotion and desire, almost sucking people's souls in.

"Husband." Shen Shi's voice was unusually low and hoarse, panting seductively, and his fingers tentatively touched Pei Heng's waist.

"I'll help you..."

Just as his fingers were about to slide into a more dangerous area, Pei Heng pulled back and refused to let him hold him.

There was still lust in his eyes, like obsidian covered with moisture. He stared at Chen Shi's eyes, which were full of spring and confusion. He stretched out his finger and touched the corners of Chen Shi's slightly wet eyes.

Like a punishment.

"Shen Shi," Pei Heng said in Shen Shi's ear, "No, you are too greedy."

Pei Heng covered Shen Shi's wet head with the thin coat on the sofa and walked towards the bathroom.

Shen Shi was not annoyed at all when he was punished.

He sat down, leaned back into the soft backrest, pulled down his coat, buried his face deeply in it, closed his eyes slightly, took a very light breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

A few seconds later, Shen Shi took out his phone and the screen lit up.

He clicked on the pinned dialog box, his fingertips dancing on the screen, replying to the messages he missed due to flight delays one by one.

As the last one, he wrote:

【Husband, I want to sleep with you. 】

send.

At the same time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Shen Shi raised his head and looked at the hazy figure swaying behind the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

A few seconds later.

The phone screen lights up with a new message prompt.

I don't sleep with mud foxes.

Shen Shi lowered his eyes and looked at his mud-stained trouser legs.

He chuckled softly, his eyes slightly narrowed, and there was no trace of fatigue or grievance in his eyes.

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After washing up, Shen Shi returned to the bedroom.

Pei Heng had already lain back in his bed, wrapped in a thin quilt, looking at him under the dim bedside light.

Shen Shi sat on the small carpet beside the bed, tilting his head slightly, removing all aggression.

"Heng," he said softly, his voice as if soaked in warm water, "Tomorrow is Mid-Autumn Festival."

Pei Heng blinked, "Will you treat me to mooncakes?"

Shen Shi smiled gently, with the lingering spring in his eyes.

"On the fifth day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor and empress sleep together. This is a rule established by our ancestors."

"Eastern Palace, of course, must also follow the etiquette and standards."

Pei Heng: “…”

The quilt was suddenly pulled up, completely covering the head. Only a small tuft of black hair was exposed outside, sticking up stubbornly, silently expressing the owner's shame and anger.

After a few breaths, Pei Heng moved to the side.

Feeling the warmth slipping into the quilt beside him, Pei Heng moved back.

Thank God, Xiao Pei thought, I can finally have a good sleep.