Bai Xingluo was completely stiff, caught off guard by the close distance that left him feeling somewhat disoriented. Every nerve in his body was on edge, taut and ready.
She could easily break free if he wanted to, but he was reluctant to do so.
The warmth radiating from Tong Sui behind him was comforting, accompanied by a fragrance that was even more intense than what he had noticed yesterday.
“You’re so cold,” Tong Sui moved a bit closer, pressing his forehead against Bai Xingluo’s broad back. His voice was slightly muffled, “Are you going to sleep on the floor again, or with me?”
Bai Xingluo wanted to get even closer.
No matter how good his physique was, sleeping on the cold hard floor wouldn’t make her sick, but she would still feel a bit uncomfortable.
Moreover, this was a direct invitation from the male lord.
However, his mental state was teetering on the edge of agitation, and any slip could lead to an uncontrolled action that might harm the lord. Even if the chances were low, he couldn’t afford to take that risk.
Seeing him remain silent for a long time, Tong Sui furrowed his brows.
Due to his good nature and striking appearance among the students, Tong Sui had always been well-liked, often the first to be sought after in team activities. Yet, Bai Xingluo had always kept his distance.
“I mean, I’m half your benefactor here!”
“Forget it, I’ll just sleep on the floor.”
Tong Sui acted as if he was about to lift the blanket, but before he could get up, a pair of slightly cool hands wrapped around his waist from behind, awkwardly resting there.
“Your Excellency, I want to sleep with you.”
His voice, usually icy, now carried an uncharacteristic tremble, as if he was resolutely pleading, “Please don’t leave.”
Tong Sui really did stop moving and turned around.
Facing each other, Bai Xingluo was met with a pair of eyes that held a hint of a smile.
…The lord wasn’t angry?
“You said it, so I won’t leave,” he said without reservation as he hugged the still-dazed Bai Xingluo, “So sleepy, I’m going to sleep a little longer.”
With that, he truly closed his eyes and fell into a shallow sleep, completely unguarded.
Bai Xingluo felt a mix of emotions, afraid to disturb Tong Sui, remaining still in the same position.
Gradually, Tong Sui’s breathing grew steady.
The faint fragrance enveloped him like mist, gently soothing the turbulent chaos in his mind, bringing an unprecedented sense of peace, and his taut nerves began to relax.
Just that trace of unconscious fragrance was enough to temporarily quell his agitation.
Is this the mental comfort of the male insect?
Bai Xingluo didn’t know, but he had heard many descriptions from female insects in the military corps; the process of mental comfort wasn’t always pleasant.
On the contrary, it could sometimes be quite painful.
But he didn’t feel discomfort; the tautness in his nerves gradually eased.
His struggles with mental energy had been long-standing; even while resting, he had to maintain a sort of subconscious alertness to prevent losing control.
Years of fatigue washed over him like a tide, and he gazed at the tranquil sleeping face of the male lord, reluctantly closing his heavy eyes.
He had never slept so soundly as he did now.
Tong Sui’s biological clock was typically stable, and he would usually wake up just half an hour after going back to sleep.
When he opened his eyes, he found Bai Xingluo peacefully still asleep in bed, which satisfied him somewhat.
Without his defences, Bai Xingluo’s face appeared softer; once his cool eyes were closed, they looked even gentler. His lashes were surprisingly long, soft, and unlike the cool, silvery-white hair that framed his face.
Tong Sui stared for a few minutes and said to the system: “Take a photo for me and save it.”
System: […… Not again.]
“Don’t you think he’s good-looking?”
She was good-looking, but was such behaviour a bit excessive?
It had experienced several different hosts before. Tong Sui was the youngest and the most innocent one it had guided.
Other hosts, after receiving tasks, had employed various methods, most of which ended in tragedy.
Only Tong Sui had made it this far.
It held its tongue, unwilling to offer unsolicited advice.
Tong Sui got up quietly, careful not to wake the still-sleeping person. After quickly tidying himself up, he silently went downstairs.
“Good morning, Sir Tong Sui.”
Karl respectfully lowered his head and performed a gentlemanly bow. He picked up a few packages from the small robot nearby and handed them over.
“Here are the seeds you requested, along with your invitation.”
“An invitation?”
Tong Sui reached out to take it and, upon breaking the wax seal, a luxurious and exquisite invitation came into view.
The sender cordially invited him to attend a celebration gala tomorrow evening, specifically mentioning he was invited with Bai Xingluo.
The gala was one of the grandest annual events in the empire, a nationwide celebration where officials, dignitaries, and royal nobles received invitations.
In previous years, Bai Xingluo would also receive an invitation, but according to the original storyline, he would be captured by space pirates by the time of the grand gala, making it impossible for him to attend.
The protagonist, Lu Ting, would meet a female heir of a commercial mogul at this gala, providing him with vital financial support thereafter.
As he pondered this, his light brain beeped twice, and a communication request popped up.
Looking at the name on it, Bronte, the chief judge from the court, Tong Sui accepted the call.
“Sir Tong Sui, you seem to be in great spirits. You must be getting along well with the general, “Bronte said while adjusting his glasses, his gaze shifting to the letter Tong Sui had already opened, “It seems you have received the invitation.”
“Did you come just for that?”
“Exactly. You wouldn’t refuse to attend this gala, would you? The entire empire is quite interested in you, and I hope my previous recommendation for your exoneration was correct.”
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