"Beautiful." Wen Hemian praised sincerely, but then she suddenly remembered something and her gaze toward Xie Lang began to turn strange.
"If I remember correctly, you're only a freshman in college?"
Xie Lang was puzzled: "...Yes."
"Oh, it's nothing." Wen Hemian smiled kindly. "It's a pity that you're not old enough to get a marriage certificate yet."
Xie Lang thought for a moment, then searched his memory for the meaning of the word, and his shoulders slumped immediately: "Hanshuang, are you really not trying to mock me?"
Wen Hemian smiled and said, "Congratulations, you guessed right, but there's no reward. Be more discreet on the street."
Although social attitudes are more open now, it's still quite eye-catching to openly display affection in the street.
Xie Lang was forced to restrain himself, and he became listless and weak.
Wen Heming was both amused and exasperated.
"Peking University doesn't check dorm rooms at night," Wen Heming suddenly said. "Want to come to my place tonight?"
Xie Lang, of course, refused to be separated from Wen Hemian no matter what: "Go!"
"OK."
In this regard, Wen Hemian chose to indulge him.
Having just arrived, Xie Lang hadn't seen many things yet, and most of what they were talking about concerned world secrets. It wouldn't be good if others overheard them.
In her original world, Wen Hemian possessed a large inheritance, enough to ensure her a worry-free life. In this future world, the system has given her the same amount, one-to-one. Although she doesn't know how long she will stay here, it's enough to support the two of them.
Wen Hemian lives in a duplex apartment near the school. It's quite spacious and has good security, but it's not very lively, since she hasn't actually lived there for very long.
Fortunately, all the daily necessities were available.
Wen Heming found Xie Lang a spare pair of slippers, turned on the TV for him, and then turned to say, "I'll go get something to eat. You can study it carefully on your own."
Xie Lang frowned slightly: "Hanshuang, why does it feel like you're treating me like a child again?"
It took him many years to barely catch up with Wen Hemian, but when he arrived in the modern world, the two were still so far apart, which made him feel a little frustrated.
Wen Hemian paused, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Forgive my bluntness, Your Majesty, but let's wait until you understand these things first. Don't forget, you're a university student now. If you don't study hard, you'll fail your courses and have to repeat them."
Xie Lang was studying finance, which had nothing to do with her history major, so she couldn't help him.
Moreover, having memory and not knowing how to use it are two different things. Seeing how slowly he was tapping his phone today, Wen Hemian couldn't help but find it a bit amusing.
Given that they may be staying here for some time, it would be best for Xie Lang to master these essential skills as soon as possible.
Xie Lang: "..."
Speechless.
So while Wen Heming was preparing dinner, His Majesty the Emperor was alone in the living room studying these modern items, and also replied to a few messages from his roommates.
This kind of thing felt very unfamiliar to him.
It's hard to imagine that many years later, such a world where everyone is equal will emerge. He is not an emperor, and Wen Hemian is not an imperial tutor. They can be together and enjoy an ordinary life.
Perhaps that's why they came here.
Dinner was simple; Wen Hemian didn't know many dishes, but His Majesty the Emperor was easy to please and didn't care about such things.
After finishing dinner, the two snuggled up on the sofa and watched a movie.
During the reign of Emperor Dazhao, there were always endless affairs to handle, so they rarely had such leisurely moments.
"The system told me that the flow of time here is different from that in Dazhao. When we get back, it may only be one night."
Wen Heming leaned against Xie Lang's shoulder, sinking into the sofa, feeling drowsy as she spoke to him softly.
"It's also one of the blind boxes... It's great. I was really disappointed before that I didn't have the chance to let you see the scenery here."
Upon closer examination, they realized they had missed each other for two lifetimes. Although they had no memory of it, they still felt regret whenever they thought back on it.
Now, they have made up for all those regrets.
Xie Lang listened to her quietly without interrupting.
After she finished speaking, he chimed in, "I also feel very lucky."
Wen Hemian yawned lazily and asked him, "Do you have class tomorrow? I just finished a project recently, so I'm free for now."
Wen Hemian is a third-year graduate student. His professor is not here, and he hasn't been assigned any work yet, so he's idle, unlike His Majesty the Emperor who has only been enrolled for a short time.
Hearing this, Xie Lang leaned closer to her, his voice tinged with a smile: "Hanshuang, have you forgotten? Tomorrow is the weekend."
This means that they have had plenty of time to spend together right after their reunion.
"I forgot." Wen Hemian had been busy adapting to modern life these past few days and had almost forgotten all these things. "That's just what I was expecting..."
Before she could finish speaking, the boy grabbed the back of her head and kissed her fiercely. She instinctively grabbed his collar, but in an instant, the kiss became even more intense, their tongues pressed against each other's lips, and they exchanged breaths.
In the quiet living room, besides the sound of the movie, other ambiguous sounds also mingled in, making people blush.
They had been together for many years, and Xie Lang would only kiss so fiercely when they were particularly excited.
The film's light flickers until Wen Hemian is nearly suffocated, at which point Xie Lang finally lets go of her. Through the dim light and shadow, one can easily see the desire hidden in the boy's eyes.
"you……"
As soon as Wen Hemian finished speaking, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her again, his low, husky voice like an electric current drilling into her ear.
"I wanted to do this as soon as I saw you."
Xie Lang was open and honest, making no attempt to conceal his purpose.
Wen Heming, breathless and unsure what to say to him, said, "You really are..."
Xie Lang said matter-of-factly, "Doesn't Han Shuang like me at this age?"
Wen Heming remained silent.
Is this something I can say?
As it turns out, whether she said it or not, Xie Lang had his own version of events. He hummed and nuzzled against her shoulder, saying, "I knew it. Han Shuang prefers younger women."
The young man said one thing and did another. His words were sarcastic, but his actions were decisive. He reached out and picked up Wen Hemian, heading towards the bedroom.
Guessing what he wanted to do, Wen Hemian sighed silently, her fragile rationality clinging to her last shred of composure: "Go wash up first... You know how to use the showerhead, right?"
Xie Lang remained expressionless and leaned in for a kiss, saying affectionately, "I don't know, Han Shuang will teach me."
Just kidding, even if I knew it at this point, I definitely wouldn't.
Their wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious.
Wen Hemian was helpless against him, so much so that when she finally came out of the bathroom, she was completely weak.
Finally, she turned off all but the nightlight, fumbled around for a few moments, then pulled open the drawer and reached out to push Xie Lang: "...The things are inside."
"What?" Xie Lang didn't react for a moment. But when he saw Wen Heming's reddened ears, he suddenly remembered that there were more convenient products in modern times.
He reached out and took it, tearing open the packaging as he casually kissed the woman's earlobe, his voice filled with surprise: "You guessed I would do this?"
Wen Hemian wished she could shut him up: "Don't I know your temper?"
"Too."
Xie Lang was not afraid of her angry gaze at all; he only felt that the light red blush made her complexion look even better, and happily leaned in to embrace her.
"However, I like it very much."
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