Chapter 72 Shen Shi, please move

In the luxurious lobby of the new hotel, Windseng efficiently processed the new check-in procedures and distributed room cards to everyone.

At this time, he saw Huo Xiao and Ling Yue walking in side by side from outside, obviously to deal with some follow-up matters.

Wen Desheng seemed to suddenly remember something, and he uttered a sigh and looked at Huo Xiao, "General Huo, why didn't you join our group?"

"I didn't know you were coming this time. I almost neglected you."

Ling Yue paused for a moment, and a very slight trace of...guilt flashed across his expressionless face.

He silently looked away without answering.

Huo Xiao was stunned when he heard this, and raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What group?"

He had no idea such a thing existed.

Seeing Pei Heng and Shen Shizheng standing not far away looking at the sea view and not paying attention to this side, Wen Desheng lowered his voice and said, "It's our real fellow villager group."

"Didn't Ling Yue invite you in?"

Huo Xiao: “?”

He slowly turned his head and cast a dark gaze at Ling Yue who was trying to turn himself into a background. "Why?"

Why don't they include him in such a group and treat him as an outsider?

Ling Yue was stared at and had no choice but to bite the bullet and take out his phone. He said dryly, "I forgot. I'll invite you right away."

Then he quickly tapped the screen a few times.

Huo Xiao's phone vibrated.

He took it out and looked at it, and a prompt popped up on the screen:

Did His Highness remember us today?

[Ying invites Huo Hoo Hoo to join the group chat]

Huo Xiao looked at the group name and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

This group of people...

It is really full of the expectations and sadness of a resentful woman in the boudoir.

Wendsheng was the first to pop up: [Applause.jpg]

Professor Yan Ke then appeared: [Huh? Huo Xiao? You just came in?]

Even Lin Qingyuan, who was far away in the imperial capital, sent a message: [Welcome, I thought Ling Yue had told you a long time ago.]

Huo Xiao looked at the welcome message scrolling on the screen and replied with mixed feelings: [(Thank you everyone.]

He clicked on Ling Yue's profile picture and wanted to check out his circle of friends.

Ling Yue’s circle of friends is quite rich. Just as he was about to click on one of them to take a closer look, the screen suddenly refreshed.

Ling Yue's entire circle of friends instantly turned into a cold horizontal line.

Huo Xiao's eyes became meaningful, and his gaze slowly moved away from the phone screen and fell on Ling Yue, who was putting his phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened.

Ling Yue felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he simply pulled the hood of his hoodie up to cover half of his face, acting like a cool guy who kept strangers away. He turned around and walked towards the elevator, his steps a little hurried.

Huo Xiao looked at his slightly hasty back and followed him slowly.

There's always a chance to see it.

At worst... he would go and beg His Highness.

Ling Yue wouldn't dare to block His Highness from his circle of friends, right?

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It's late at night and everyone is asleep.

Inside the luxurious villa, the main lights were not on.

A deep, mature, and magnetic voice echoed in the darkness, with a hint of surprise and amusement, "Hmm?"

"Didn't they bring the prince back?"

The bodyguard in a black suit stood respectfully outside the study door, not even daring to look up at the figure inside the room whose presence was very strong even in the dim light.

He answered cautiously, "Yes, sir, our people saw through remote monitoring that the situation was out of control and Jiang Yue had made a mistake, so they immediately cut off all communications and destroyed the remote command records.

"The other party... may have already noticed our presence."

In the study, a tall and slender man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. The faint moonlight outside the window outlined his broad shoulders and slender waist.

He held the red wine in his hand and shook it gently.

Even if it was just a side profile, he exuded a powerful aura of someone who had been in a superior position for a long time, and he was intimidating without even getting angry, making people dare not look directly at him.

"Forget it." The man was not surprised, and even chuckled, drinking the wine in the glass.

"With Chen Shi and Ling Yue constantly guarding him, it's really hard to succeed."

He has experienced this countless times.

The man turned around, his face hidden in the shadows and unable to be seen clearly.

He murmured to himself, a hint of elusive regret in his voice. "Looks like I'll have to go back myself."

"After all, if the prince is not in my hands..." The man paused, and the ending tone was drawn out, with a heart-pounding paranoia and deep meaning.

“That’s still very regrettable.”

The man looked quietly at the moon outside the window.

Under the same bright moon.

The air was warm and humid, and the salty sea breeze blew in through the slightly opened window, ruffling the gauze curtains.

The suite is more spacious and luxurious than before. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, there is even a comfortable hanging basket swing chair on the private terrace.

Pei Heng had just finished taking a shower. He casually put on a loose silk nightgown, tied the belt loosely, and walked towards the terrace.

Shen Shi was staring out the window at the dark night in a daze.

Pei Heng approached from behind, put his arms around his waist, and gently massaged the muscles on his waist through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

He rested his chin on Shen Shi's shoulder, turned his face to the side, and kissed her slightly cold cheek.

"Chen Shi, do you have a headache?"

Shen Shi came back to his senses, turned around and looked at Pei Heng, and shook his head, "No."

Chen Shi has always been good at acting coquettishly with Pei Heng. When acting coquettishly, he can say anything, but when it is really inappropriate, he will say nothing.

But Pei Heng could see it.

"You're lying." Pei Heng was a little dissatisfied, his voice slightly hoarse, "Chen Shi, you lied to me."

Shen Shi was silent for a while before turning around, hugging Pei Heng's neck tightly, burying her face deeply in his warm neck, and finally whispered, "Husband..."

Pei Heng felt distressed and decided to coax Shen Shi.

Pei Heng hugged him tightly, caressed his back, and softened his voice to coax him, "Yun Qing... dear Yun Qing, tell me what's wrong with you. Don't hide it from me."

The person in his arms trembled slightly, raised his head from his neck, his eyes slightly red, with a moist mist in his eyes, and his voice was so low and hoarse that it was almost inaudible, "It hurts..."

Pei Heng's heart tightened, "Where does it hurt? Do you have a headache?"

He subconsciously wanted to touch Shen Shi's forehead.

Shen Shi shook his head, grabbed Pei Heng's wrist, guided his palm, and slowly pressed it on the left side of his chest.

"It's not a headache..." Shen Shi said, "It's here... I feel uncomfortable."

He closed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooping wetly, "I don't want you to get hurt. I'd rather you never have to think about those bad things..."

Shen Shi's voice became lower, filled with endless struggle and pain.

"But...if that's what you want...I..."

He choked and could not continue.

Shen Shi knew very well that in this matter, the initiative was never in his hands. He could only wait passively and guard it carefully.

If Pei Heng wanted to know or explore, he would always indulge and obey unconditionally.

Pei Heng blinked and felt that it would be better not to talk about memory at this time.

He bent down and kissed away the moisture from the corners of Shen Shi's eyes, then took her hand and walked towards the soft hanging basket swing on the terrace.

Pei Heng took Shen Shi into his arms and wrapped him tightly with the soft, thin wool blanket beside him.

The swing began to sway gently.

Pei Heng put his arm around the man's waist and gently patted his back.

The moonlight is quiet and beautiful.

Pei Heng lowered his head again and kept kissing the top of Shen Shi's head, forehead, and cheeks buried in the blanket.

Shen Shi rubbed against his arms.

After a long while, Shen Shi suddenly moved.

He raised his head, the fragility in his eyes, the strong love, uneasiness and possessiveness were all surging.

Shen Shi hooked his arms around Pei Heng's neck, tilted his head back, and kissed Pei Heng's lips.

The blanket wrapped around him slipped to the ground, and no one paid any attention to it.

Shen Shi held his face and kissed him deeper.

The moonlight shines through the gauze curtains, dimly reflecting the thin lines of the back, making it look as beautiful as a ghost.

"You are mine, husband..." Shen Shi murmured against Pei Heng's forehead.

It was as if he wanted to completely integrate the person in front of him into his bones and blood, never to be separated.

Pei Heng was stunned for a moment.

In the past, Shen Shi was usually gentle and affectionate, but never like this...

It was as if all disguises were stripped off, revealing the most paranoid and passionate soul inside.

Such a beautiful Shen Shi was breathtaking, and he loved her to death.

Pei Heng pressed Shen Shi’s lower back.

"Chen Shi, be good."

Moreover, it is justified.

The corners of Shen Shi's eyes were stained with bright red.

Pei Heng subconsciously hugged Shen Shi tightly, the skin under his palm was warm and delicate.

He looked up at the person on his body, his skin glowing in the moonlight, filled with complex emotions.

Eyes that seemed to draw people in, a face so beautiful it was almost alluring...

Pei Heng couldn't resist such a calmness and liked it very much.