Chapter 22 Bedtime Video
Pei Heng felt very comfortable and began to think carefully.
The main consideration is that this skill would be wasted if not used.
He raised his chin and said, "Ling Yue, do you want to be my...um, bodyguard?"
Ling Yue's eyes lit up and he thought quickly.
As far as he knew, there were no secret guards in modern times, but there were personal bodyguards who were no less powerful than the sword-bearing guards of the emperor in the past.
I never thought that His Highness still has high hopes for him.
Ling Yue was deeply moved. "Can I become the young master's personal bodyguard?"
"I am willing! Master, rest assured. From today on, I will do my best to fulfill any instructions you give me."
Pei Heng blinked, and a mischievous thought popped up in his mind.
He held his chin with one hand and asked, "Can you help me with my literature and history homework?"
Get the correct way to use the secret guard!
Ling Yue: “…”
I am always ready to go through fire and water for His Highness, but that does not include doing homework.
Ling Yue was very serious, and there was a hint of disapproval in his tone.
"Master, the Grand Tutor has specifically instructed you to prioritize your studies and not...slack off."
"Wait a moment."
Pei Heng caught the key words and frowned, "Who is the Grand Tutor?"
How come another identity that Xiao Pei doesn’t know appeared?
Ling Yue realized that he had let the cat out of the bag, so he pursed his lips even tighter, lowered his eyelashes, and avoided Pei Heng's inquiring gaze.
Pei Heng tapped his fingertips on the table, very dissatisfied. "I'm hiring you now, you have to listen to me. Who is the Taifu?"
Ling Yue was silent for a few seconds, as if he was weighing the priority between keeping secrets and obeying orders.
Finally, he took a breath, "Professor Yan Ke."
Pei Heng: “…”
Zhou Jingming, who was standing next to him, slapped his thigh suddenly, and suddenly realized, "Fuck, no wonder Teacher Yan is so kind to you!"
"So it's the Grand Tutor!" Zhou Jingming began to imagine the drama of deep affection between the monarch and his ministers.
Chen Yu did not want to participate, fearing that his precarious sense of faith would collapse.
New dishes are served one after another, and the aroma is fragrant.
While Zhou Jingming was enjoying his meal, he saw that there was an imperial guard beside Pei Heng. He felt a little unbalanced and shouted half-jokingly.
"No way, Pei, humph, I'm the only one without any status. Your Highness~~ Considering our relationship as sleeping together, can you also arrange an official position for me?"
"I don't ask for much, just a bit of prestige will do."
Pei Heng generously obliged him, "I'll appoint you as the Imperial Steward."
Zhou Jingming had just happily taken a sip of red wine, but when he heard about this position, he choked and his face turned red.
"Pei hengheng! Why does this sound like a eunuch!" He complained angrily.
Chen Yu calmly held down Zhou Jingming, who was about to jump up. His glasses reflected the light as he joined the job-hunting team. "What about me?"
Pei Heng understood and thought, "Secret agent from the Imperial Palace."
It is tailor-made for Chen Yu's information search ability.
Zhou Jingming pointed at Chen Yu and laughed, "Hahaha, Secret Agent 007, Chen Yu, do you want to wear a nightgown?"
Chen Yu picked up the steak and put it into his mouth expressionlessly, not bothering to pay attention to him.
Ling Yue was helping Pei Heng process the crabs on the plate, picking out the snow-white crab meat. Hearing this, he continued to work but gave a serious reminder.
"Master, as far as I know, there is no Imperial Secret Service officer in our dynasty."
Pei Heng hummed, his tone rising, and said confidently, "I am the crown prince, so I have the final say."
Ling Yue thought about it and felt that it made sense, so he nodded immediately, "Yes, the young master has the final say."
Pei Heng lowered his head and ate the crab meat that Ling Yue had picked. The only sounds in the box were Zhou Jingming's noisy voice and Chen Yu's occasional complaints.
When I met Ling Yue, the scenes from my dreams at certain times resurfaced and occasionally flashed through my mind.
What if there really is a previous life?
He suddenly felt like letting go.
Pei Heng opened the chat box with Shen Shi and clicked on the emoticon package.
【Cat Appearance.jpg】
After the message was sent, Pei Heng stared at the screen. It took him a while to remember that Shen Shi should be on the plane and had not landed yet.
He curled his lips in boredom and prepared to put his phone away.
"Buzz."
The phone screen suddenly lit up.
Shen Shi’s reply popped up.
【I'm here, I miss you so much. 】
【husband. 】
【I want to kiss you. 】
Pei Heng's eyes widened slightly and he placed his phone upside down on the table.
This guy Chen Shi kissed him so wildly on the balcony yesterday that he left a mark on his neck.
Now he is so presumptuous even through the phone.
Xiao Pei deeply believes that Chen Shi should not be spoiled, otherwise he will become arrogant and lawless.
——
The night is dark.
Shen Shi had just dealt with the group of people in the Shen family who had their own ulterior motives. Tomorrow there was a hypocritical funeral and the subsequent issue of inheritance distribution.
Even if he were to live his life again, he still couldn't remain calm when facing these greedy faces.
He changed into pajamas and leaned against the head of the bed, opened the chat box with Pei Heng, and a warm look appeared between his cold brows.
The last message was posted more than ten minutes ago.
【I can’t sleep.】
Flipping up again, I saw an earlier message: [Chen Shi, you're so annoying.]
Followed by an emoticon of a black kitten with its back turned and venting anger.
Looking at the line of words and the angry little cat, the anger and fatigue in my chest seemed to be washed away by warmth, and my heart softened incredibly.
The longing gradually spread.
After all that had happened before, he found it difficult to endure the nights when His Highness was not around.
Without even thinking, he clicked the video call button.
Shen Shi held the phone tightly and waited quietly.
After waiting for more than ten seconds, which seemed as long as a whole century, the screen finally lit up.
The picture on the other side of the screen was a little dim, as if only a warm yellow night light was on at the head of the bed, which gave Pei Heng's facial features a warmth and made them look more profound.
Pei Heng's face was half buried in the pillow, and he looked at the screen with a look of deep sleepiness and dissatisfaction, his voice hoarse and low, "Chen Shi, it's all your fault."
It's a confusing sentence with no beginning or end.
But Chen Shi was already used to it, and he understood it so well that he understood it in an instant.
He softened his voice, "When I'm not around, Ah Heng can't sleep?"
Pei Heng turned over with his phone in hand, wrinkled his nose, and complained unsatisfactorily, "It wasn't this serious before."
The implication is that it's all because of you.
Shen Shi chuckled, reached out to turn off the light on his side, lay down in the quilt, and fell into a similar dim environment.
He stared at the haunted face on the screen and spoke softly, "Then...why don't you want to sleep in my bed, Heng? Maybe...it would be helpful."
Pei Heng was silent for a few seconds on the other side of the screen, thinking about the feasibility of this proposal, then he moved to his empty bed with his phone in his arms.
Pei Heng buried himself back in the pillow and quilt that belonged to Chen Shi, revealing only his dim eyes as he looked towards the camera.
Shen Shi's breathing became disordered.
The strong possessive desire mixed with the burning longing almost bursts through the chest.
He raised his hand unconsciously, and his fingertips gently stroked the teeth marks on the collarbone on the side of his neck. That was the mark left by Pei Heng.
"Heng... talk to me, okay?"
When Pei Heng heard Shen Shi's voice, his sleepiness began to erode away bit by bit.
He recalled what happened in the restaurant during the day, and asked in a somewhat vague voice, "Chen Shi, have you seen Ling Yue before?"
Otherwise, how could that seemingly old-fashioned and stubborn guy admit that those were "dreams".
"Yes, I have." Shen Shi's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid to disturb his sleep. "I showed you the freshman appearance rankings on the forum before."
Although Pei Heng didn't recognize him at that time.
"Oh." Pei Heng responded vaguely, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier.
Just when Shen Shi thought he had fallen asleep, on the screen, Pei Heng covered his phone and suddenly said softly: "Shen Shi, I seem to believe you a little bit."
Even though he had been diagnosed with delusional disorder since childhood, he began to believe in Shen Shi.
In an instant, the watery color in Chen Shi's eyes suddenly deepened, so thick that it could not be dissolved, and his eyebrows and eyes were tender.
His response was subdued and gentle, "Hmm..."
Pei Heng fell asleep quickly.
Shen Shi didn't hang up the video and put the phone next to the pillow. Pei Heng's breathing sound came clearly through the receiver.
He turned up the volume on his phone to the maximum, and Pei Heng's steady breathing was amplified, filling the small space, as if the man was really lying next to him.
Shen Shi opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, then buried himself in the quilt until the dizziness from lack of oxygen hit him and his vision went black, then he suddenly opened it.
The brief suffocation dyed Leng Bai's cheeks an unnatural blush, and her eyes were a little misty, gorgeous and fragile.
Deep interpretation.
He said to himself in his heart.
His Highness is recovering his memory and trying to believe. This is already very good. Don't rush it.
No matter how much you desire, you must be patient.
Your Highness feels comfortable and at ease, which is more important than anything else.
He turned sideways again, curled up, and stared at the sleeping face on the screen without blinking.
The moonlight outside the window shone through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Shen Shi's slightly moist eyelashes.
The chirping of insects in the summer night is singing in the distance, and the sound of breathing coming from the phone is the only heartbeat at this moment.
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