He imitated Shu Bai's indifferent tone with every word, but exaggerated it tenfold, making it full of mockery.
"Stop with those petty, fussy thoughts! My wife... uh, my Shubai Sentinel, has a much broader perspective! She doesn't need them!"
His chin was held high.
Looking at the lively character in front of him, Shu Bai couldn't help but smile slightly upwards, despite his usually cold and stern expression.
He didn't say anything, but as he passed by Li Yuheng, he raised his hand and lightly patted Li Yuheng's still wiggling buttocks.
"They're gone."
Shu Bai's voice remained calm, but the distance he had shown when speaking to Ling Xuan was gone.
"Okay!"
Li Yuheng immediately stopped making faces at Ling Xuan and followed along, walking side by side with Shu Bai, his arm instinctively reaching out to put it on Shu Bai's shoulder.
The two figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the observation platform's exit, leaving Ling Xuan alone, standing there, gazing in the direction they had left, motionless for a long time.
The night wind grew colder.
…
Two years passed in the blink of an eye amidst the flames of interstellar warfare.
Shu Bai and Li Yuheng were like the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, moving between the most critical war zones.
Their names gradually became a legend on the battlefield, a symbol of powerful tacit understanding and absolute trust.
The combination of an S-class Sentinel and an S-class Guide unleashed astonishing combat power, tearing through the Zerg's encirclement countless times in desperate situations and turning the tide of battle.
As the battle progressed, a new batch of outstanding sentries and guides continuously joined the ranks, bringing new tactics and vitality.
Humanity's defenses have finally stabilized from a period of retreat, and they have even begun to launch local counterattacks.
The Zerg offensive was effectively contained, large-scale invasions became rare, interstellar routes gradually resumed, and the dawn of hope once again shone upon human territory.
Although the war is not completely over, the most dangerous phase seems to have passed.
Triumphant return.
The Central Tower held a grand welcome and celebration ceremony for them.
They were surrounded by flowers, applause, medals, and countless admiring gazes.
General Peng personally awarded them medals, highly praising their outstanding achievements and fearless spirit.
That evening, the Central Tower banquet hall was brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Soothing music flowed, and the aroma of food and wine filled the air, dispelling the long-standing shadow of war that had shrouded people's hearts.
Officers, guides, sentries, civilian staff... everyone wore long-lost relaxed smiles.
Shu Bai was not used to this kind of occasion, being surrounded by people toasting and congratulating him, but he had to deal with it because of the occasion.
Li Yuheng handled the situation with ease, shielding him from many people, but he couldn't withstand the overwhelming enthusiasm of the crowd.
Shu Bai drank quite a bit.
He was actually quite good at drinking, but perhaps it was the sudden relaxation after days of fighting, or perhaps it was the unique aftereffect of the celebratory wine, but he felt an unusual heat rising from the bottom of his heart and gradually spreading to his limbs.
He tugged at his tightly buttoned collar, his brows furrowing slightly.
Li Yuheng noticed his unusual behavior immediately and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
Shu Bai shook his head, his voice lower and hoarse than usual: "It's a little hot. It's okay."
But that heat was not ordinary; it carried a familiar throbbing and longing, like a dormant volcano beginning to awaken.
Shu Bai quickly realized what it was.
Under the influence of extreme relaxation and alcohol, it happened at this very moment.
He stood up abruptly, his movements somewhat hurried: "I'll go back first."
Li Yuheng immediately followed, smiling at the people around him who were casting inquiring glances: "He's a little tired, please excuse us for a moment."
No one dared to stop them.
Once outside the banquet hall, away from the noise, the air conditioning in the corridor made Shu Bai feel a little better, but the fire inside her burned even more fiercely.
He quickened his pace, even staggering slightly.
Li Yuheng followed closely behind him, his arm lightly supporting him at his side, his brows furrowed: "Is it binding fever?"
"Mmm." Shu Bai squeezed out a syllable from his throat, his breathing already becoming rapid.
He felt his skin had become unusually sensitive, and even the friction of the fabric caused a slight shiver.
He wanted cooler air, yet craved hotter touches; this contradictory feeling made him extremely irritable.
The dormitories arranged for them by the Central Tower were of the highest standard and had excellent soundproofing.
Once the door is closed, it's as if the whole world is shut out.
Shu Bai stumbled to the bedside and sat down, supporting her forehead with her hand, trying to suppress the turbulent emotions churning within her.
The alcohol amplified all the symptoms of the combined fever, and his composure was rapidly crumbling.
Li Yuheng went to pour him some water, but stopped abruptly as soon as she turned around.
Shu Bai looked up at him.
Because of the heat and alcohol, the corners of his eyes were red, and the two small moles under his right eye were faintly visible in his hazy gaze. His pure black eyes were misty with a layer of moisture, no longer cold and sharp as usual, but carrying a kind of bewildered yet straightforward longing.
He seemed to be unbearably hot, and subconsciously tugged at his collar again. The top two buttons were already undone, revealing his collarbone and slightly reddened skin.
"Li Yuheng...I'm so hot..."
As he complained about the heat, he leaned slightly toward Li Yuheng as if seeking comfort.
Its posture was unlike that of a sparse, white sentinel on ordinary days; rather, it resembled a large feline, dazed and confused by the heat, instinctively seeking refuge—powerful yet vulnerable, alluring without realizing it.
Li Yuheng felt his mouth was dry, so he took a water glass and walked over: "Cough, have some water first."
Shu Bai obediently drank a few sips from his hand.
The cool water slid down my throat, bringing a brief moment of relief, but it was quickly overwhelmed by an even more intense heatwave.
He frowned uncomfortably, tilted his head back, and stared straight at Li Yuheng, his tone tinged with accusation: "...It's no use. It's still hot."
He really got a great time; Li Yuheng was thoroughly satisfied.
For the past two years, he has been begging and pleading every day, waiting anxiously, and now this marriage fever has finally arrived!
The threshold for S-class Sentinels is indeed exceptionally high.
However, timing is everything, and this moment couldn't be more perfect.
Shu Bai looked at Li Yuheng's lips, which were practically curled up to the sky, and impatiently tugged at his collar again, his breathing becoming more rapid: "Li Yuheng... I said, I'm getting hot from the combination..."
Li Yuheng blinked insincerely, looking completely innocent: "I heard you."
He slowly placed the water glass on the bedside table, then leaned down and placed his hands on the edge of the bed on either side of Shu Bai's body.
“I heard you,” Li Yuheng repeated, his voice low and filled with undisguised laughter. “So what? Shu Bai Sentinel, you’ve reached the point of intimacy… and then what? What do you need me to do?”
Shu Bai's head was buzzing.
It's hot. It's so hot.
Li Yuheng's mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear a single word.
Ugh. So annoying. This guy is definitely being a jerk again.
He found the constantly opening and closing mouth in front of him particularly offensive and just wanted to kiss it hard to shut it up.
He suddenly leaned in.
Li Yuheng tilted his head slightly and nimbly dodged.
Shu Bai kissed empty air, and her body lurched forward due to inertia.
A hand steadily supported his chin, the warmth of the fingertips soothing, yet it only intensified his thirst.
"Want a kiss?" Li Yuheng's voice carried a smug laugh. "Say something nice."
Shu Bai frowned, trying to break free.
invalid.
He heard a few words drift into his ears: "...most favorite...most handsome..."
He gasped for breath, his reason burned to ashes, and recited along.
“…I like it the most…” His voice was hoarse.
"Who likes it the most?" Li Yuheng persisted, his thumb brushing against his burning skin.
Shu Bai closed his eyes, giving up on himself.
"...Li Yuheng".
What is Li Yuheng?
"...The most handsome."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was completely exhausted, his forehead resting on Li Yuheng's shoulder.
The next second, Shu Bai felt a cool and comfortable sensation spreading up from her lower back, like a long-awaited rain after a drought, subtly but precisely soothing the restlessness caused by the heat.
The last thought before losing consciousness carried a hint of gritted teeth, yet was weak and powerless:
Heh, you bastard... just you wait...
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