The prince is no longer a man

What Pei Rong wanted to refuse, maybe it was because the moonlight was too cold tonight, or maybe it was Duan Jingxun's slightly hoarse voice, Pei Rong moved his lips, and finally responded.

"it is good."

The two had nothing to say all the way, and when they returned to the East Palace, Duan Jingxun asked him to stay.

"It's too late tonight. Since you're here, you can rest in the East Palace for one night and leave tomorrow."

Pei Rong hesitated: "I live in the East Palace? Isn't it good?"

Duan Jingxun frowned and asked: "What's wrong with this, didn't they sleep together in Qingyun Temple before, why can't the East Palace work?"

Without waiting for Pei Rong to say anything else, Duan Jingxun ordered to the maid: "Go and wait for Rong Shizi to take a bath and change clothes, and send him to my bedroom after washing."

Pei Rong:?

What kind of tiger-wolf words is this? Did he come to rest, or to sleep?

But with Pei Rong's understanding of Duan Jingxun, he quickly calmed down.

Duan Jingxun has always liked to say irrelevant things, I'm afraid he said that on purpose tonight to see his own jokes.

Pei Rong was no longer in a hurry, and simply relaxed his mind. After taking a leisurely and comfortable bath, with his half-wet hair and casual white underwear, he walked lightly towards the bedroom.

Duan Jingxun's bedroom also had a side hall, so Pei Rong naturally planned to stay in the side hall for one night.

But when passing by the sleeping hall, Pei Rong deliberately stopped and took a look inside.

Duan Jingxun was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book, the figure on the bed curtain had a straight nose, a beautifully curved side face, and slender knuckles in the fingers flipping through the book.

Pei Rong suddenly felt relieved, he thought Duan Jingxun would be secretly sad.

Now it looks like everything works fine.

When Pei Rong let go of the curtain and turned to leave, Duan Jingxun's voice suddenly sounded.

"Since you're here, why are you leaving?"

Pei Rong turned around and pointed to the Piandian: "I'm going there."

Duan Jingxun put down the book in his hand, frowned and said, "No, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Ah?" Pei Rong was bored, "What is the prince waiting for me?"

Duan Jingxun patted the place beside him and said, "Come up."

Pei Rong didn't move, Duan Jingxun sighed helplessly, "Didn't we agree to sleep together?"

Pei Rong still stood where he was, with a stunned expression on his face.

Duan Jingxun lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took Pei Rong's hand and walked into the bedroom.

Pei Rong was still thinking about how he developed into this way tonight, when he saw the things on the bed, Pei Rong couldn't help asking: "The prince has prepared two quilts?"

Duan Jingxun nodded, and said seriously: "Last time in Qingyun Temple, you said that each person should build a bed."

Pei Rong: ...

It can only be said that as expected of Duan Jingxun, when Pei Rong saw these two quilts, he felt a little subtle in his heart.

The two of them dutifully covered the bed with a quilt, Pei Rong looked up at the bed curtain above his head, and suddenly thought of the little wooden horse in Linguang Hall.

"Prince, who owns that little wooden horse?"

Duan Jingxun's voice came from the darkness, and he responded, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

"That little wooden horse looks very familiar to me, but I can't remember it, so I asked."

Duan Jingxun's voice paused, and said, "That was my plaything when I lived in Linguang Palace."

Pei Rong couldn't help covering his mouth, and asked in a low voice: "The prince and... used to live in Linguang Hall?"

"Why, surprised?" Duan Jingxun asked indifferently.

"I'm not surprised," Pei Rong pursed her lips, and said, "I just feel that Linguang Hall is too cold and miserable. The prince must have had a bad time living there when he was young."

"Ah--"

Duan Jingxun chuckled and said, "It's not a bad time, I still have a little wooden horse."

Hearing Duan Jingxun's love for the little wooden horse, Pei Rong couldn't help asking: "Then why did the prince leave the little wooden horse in Linguang Hall?"

"After all, it's something she made by herself, and I can't take it away."

Pei Rong seemed to understand something, nodded thoughtfully, and then couldn't help muttering: "But that little wooden horse gives me a feeling of deja vu, but I can't remember it."

"Do you care so much about whether you can remember?"

Pei Rong pursed her lips and smiled, stretched out her finger and gestured for a small area: "I care a little bit."

"By the way, prince, since the little wooden horse belongs to you, do you know something?"

"Yes." Duan Jingxun replied.

The feeling of not being able to remember something was a bit scratchy, thinking that Duan Jingxun might know something, Pei Rong urged curiously and excitedly: "Then tell me quickly!"

"I will not say."

Duan Jingxun shook his head, imitating Pei Rong's gestures: "Just a little care, too little."

"It's not a little bit!" Pei Rong exaggeratedly compared a size: "It's so big now!"

"Really?" Duan Jingxun asked suspiciously.

"Really!" Pei Rong nodded again and again, it seemed that the harder he answered, the more he could prove what he said was true.

"Since it's true, you'll wake up and think about it sooner or later, so you don't need me to tell you."

Pei Rong: ...

Forget it, see that today is a special day, Pei Rong decided not to argue with Duan Jingxun.

but

The reason why Pei Rong is willing to sleep in the bedroom is that there is a more important thing to do.

Duan Jingxun didn't let Pei Rong look at his left arm for various reasons last time, now that Pei Rong has finally seized the opportunity, naturally he won't miss it.

Pei Rong forced his eyes open to resist the drowsiness, and waited until the people around him breathed lightly and evenly. Pei Rong held his breath, tiptoedly lifted the quilt, and crawled towards Duan Jingxun with hands and feet.

Duan Jingxun's left hand was resting on the edge of the bed, Pei Rong slept in it, he had to step over Duan Jingxun's body first, otherwise he wouldn't be able to see anything.

However, this movement was a bit difficult, Pei Rong supported Duan Jingxun's side with both hands, and was always careful not to wake up Duan Jingxun. When he looked back, his hair fell down and gently brushed over Duan Jingxun's face.

Duan Jingxun: ...

It was hard for him to pretend to be asleep.

The curtain of the bed was pulled down, even though the bed was big enough, the body temperature of the two of them was intertwined at this moment.

Pei Rong was propping up on Duan Jingxun's body, and the loose white undershirt also hung down, revealing a large white and delicate chest.

Just as Duan Jingxun opened his eyes quietly, what he saw was this scene.

It was really hard for him at night.

Duan Jingxun didn't want to be so passive anymore, he waved his big hand and turned around with his arms around Pei Rong, and the two of them rolled into the bed.

Pei Rong was still thinking that he would be able to catch an appearance later, and the world was spinning for a moment, and the mellow agarwood fragrance wrapped him tightly.