The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

Not long after the new year, Duan Xingyu told his parents that he had to go back to school first.

Nothing else, but Xie Shijue missed him, and he also missed Xie Shijue.

After finishing the project, Xie Shijue began to decorate the new house they were going to live in when school started, and would send videos to Duan Xingyu every day to update the progress.

Just wait until they move in together.

Seeing that the half-divided wardrobe was gradually filled up, and the clothes of the two were hung together, Duan Xingyu felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

It was the same as living in his palace for the first time when we got married.

This house has a total of three rooms, a bedroom, a study room, and a room that is only used to store things now.

The last room contained some long planks, neatly set against the walls.

Duan Xingyu asked, "Is this for my bed?"

Xie Shijue looked at him playfully.

"What are you thinking?"

He closed the door, took Duan Xingyu's hand outside, and pointed to the largest bedroom.

"Your bed is in there."

Duan Xingyu touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

"Oh……"

He has nothing against this aspect, and they are already familiar with it.

It's just that when he went to bed after taking a shower and found the small pot hidden by the bed, his face was still red.

It was so well prepared.

When Xie Shijue came out of the bathroom, he saw him sitting on the head of the bed, staring at the floor in a daze, with a few drops of water dripping slowly down his temples.

He frowned.

"Why don't you dry your hair again?"

Duan Xingyu came back to his senses suddenly, pulled the towel hanging around his neck to cover his head, and wiped it timidly twice.

He muttered softly: "It will be done in a while."

Xie Shijue has sensitive ears.

"Also?" He rubbed his hand on the dressing table, his tone was cold, "Who caught a cold last time?"

Before New Year's Eve, Duan Xingyu ran outside to blow the cold wind because his hair was not dried, and he caught a cold as a result.

At that time, he was still in the countryside, and Xie Shijue was so anxious that he almost rushed over overnight.

"It was an accident that time." He got up, walked over to Xie Shijue's side, rubbed his palm along his arm twice, and flattered him, "Isn't the heater turned on, it doesn't catch a cold so easily."

Xie Shijue didn't buy it, sat down with a cold face, and turned on the hair dryer.

Duan Xingyu's face was blown by hot air, he shivered a bit, but he soon relaxed.

When Xie Shijue scolded him, he was cold, but when he was blowing his hair, he was very gentle.

Combing his hair with his fingers, Duan Xingyu squinted his eyes in comfort.

He put his arms around Xie Shijue's waist and leaned his head on him.

"be honest."

Duan Xingyu didn't listen to him.

The arms around him tightened, Duan Xingyu blinked, "I saw the thing on the bedside."

The fingers running through the hair paused

Duan Xingyu smiled slyly.

After a while, Xie Shijue's voice sounded as if nothing had happened: "What do you think?"

"What do you think?"

Duan Xingyu raised his head, and the sound of the hair dryer stopped.

There was a sudden silence in the ears, and there seemed to be something else growing in the silence.

Xie Shijue looked down at him.

"Does it feel too fast?"

But when he met Duan Xingyu's gaze, he dodged it again, and pulled down the hand around his waist.

He calmly put away the hair dryer.

"If you think it's too fast... forget it, I'm not in a hurry."

They have only been together for a few months, and it is normal to be defensive and unwilling.

Duan Xingyu knew that he was digging into a dead end again, so he didn't give him a chance to think about it.

What Xie Shijue said in the morning, Duan Xingyu returned to him unchanged: "What are you thinking?"

Afraid of not being straightforward enough, he raised his neck and added arrogantly: "Do you know what it means to live together?"

Before Xie Shijue could speak, he took a step forward and hugged him, "I was the one who was in a hurry."

He was bold and unrestrained when he spoke, but when he was pressed directly on the dressing table, Duan Xingyu was very cowardly.

"Cool cool..."

With his back against the mirror, Ryo is the same thing, it's just too shameful.

As long as you tilt your head, you can see your own face, and see the expression when you are being bullied.

huh...

Duan Xingyu imagined for a moment, curling his toes.

He can't, he can't.

Xie Shijue managed to give him a chance to breathe, and when he heard this, he eagerly pulled up the bathrobe that was hanging around his waist with one hand, and put it on the back, between the mirror and the back.

Before approaching again, Duan Xingyu reached out to hold him back.

He blushed, "Wait...wait."

Stretching his feet forward to hook Xie Shijue's waist, he said pitifully, "I'm a little cold, let's... let's go to bed, shall we?"

He deeply introspected himself, and when he said something obscene, he was roughly hugged by the waist, which created the current situation of being slaughtered by others.

Xie Shijue held his ankle, raised his eyebrows slightly, "You said it yourself, it's not cold when you turn on the heater."

"I, I, I, I'm cold now." The uncontrolled other foot stretched out restlessly.

But only came across the bathrobe.

There was an imbalance in his heart, and he blushed and complained: "Of course you are not cold when you are wrapped up like this."

In fact, he is not cold, but he was stripped...

On the other hand, the culprit is "well-dressed", he is dissatisfied!

"Tsk." Xie Shijue easily picked him up, turned around and walked a few steps.

The body fell into the soft goose down quilt, and Duan Xingyu rolled around to wrap himself in the quilt.

Freshly washed hair is very soft and slightly exposed.

Xie Shijue smiled.

Duan Xingyu couldn't see and didn't want to see what he was doing next, he could only hear some voices.

Like the sound of the package being torn open...

His ears burned.

When the quilt was lifted, the headlight in the bedroom had been turned off by him.

There is only a warm yellow lamp by the bed.

It wasn't very bright, but it was enough for him to see Xie Shijue's face.

Xie Shijue also got into bed.

This time he was balanced in his heart, and they were finally equally honest.

only……

The scene in front of me coincides with the scene in memory.

Obviously it hasn't been long.

Xie Shijue did the same during the wedding night.

Although he knew it was the same person, at this moment, he still missed the Ninth Prince.

With the help of the dim light, Xie Shijue saw that he looked a little...almost sad but not quite sad.

He propped himself up, looking for his hand with his fingers, and clasped it.

"We won't do it if you don't want to. Don't be afraid."

Duan Xingyu's eyes were a little blurry, he held Xie Shijue's hand tightly and shook his head.

"Do not."

His response was to pull Xie Shijue down and get closer.

"I am willing."

It's nothing to be pretentious about.

He was the only one who remembered this incident, and at first he felt regretful and a little wronged.

But so what?

As long as that person is Xie Shijue, as long as they can get together in the end, even if they have not failed the desperate love of Xie Shijue who is still the Ninth Prince.

Those sour and sweet memories, even if they remain in his heart alone, will be the most precious.

Memory is only the carrier of the process, and the person who is embracing him at this moment is the origin and end of all love.

He will treasure it forever.

Until he was so tired that he fell asleep, he hugged Xie Shijue vigorously, letting him feel his love.

Not adulterated with half reluctance.

Xie Shijue also felt it, he was very different tonight, so enthusiastic that Xie Shijue could hardly control himself.

Let him feel his love thoroughly.

Everyone said that Duan Xingyu was the one who chased after Xie Shijue first, and he fell in love with Xie Shijue terribly.

Only Xie Shijue knows that this journey is two-way, he knows that his love is even deeper and darker, maybe some thoughts can never be known by Duan Xingyu.

And his ardor is expressed beyond words.

The specific manifestation is that tonight... Duan Xingyu cried.

I just couldn't hold it back, and finally passed out completely.

Duan Xingyu felt that he had slept for a long time, and he didn't even want to turn over.

His whole body was sore and limp, unwilling to move.

But he soon woke up slowly, only because the eyes of the person in front of him were too hot.

He felt a little strange.

As the night passed, Xie Shijue's eyes seemed to have changed.

It used to be restrained, but now it is presumptuous and plundering, and the boiling hotness inside is almost overflowing.

Duan Xingyu was startled, as if a wolf was about to pounce on him immediately.

But he didn't.

Duan Xingyu moved his feet, still a little scared.

His voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke, "No more..."

He can't stand it.

Xie Shijue didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, not only looking at his face, but also lingering down his eyes, touching those ambiguous marks on his neck.

Duan Xingyu subconsciously rubbed his neck.

"That... don't do this, it's strange..."

"Yu'er."

Duan Xingyu's voice stopped abruptly.

He suspected that he was hallucinating.

But no, Xie Shijue repeated again: "Yu'er."

"You..." Duan Xingyu could hardly believe his ears.

Xie Shijue laughed, "I remembered."

Needless to say, Duan Xingyu knew what he was referring to.

Obviously he was the one who hugged and fell asleep the night before, but at this moment Duan Xingyu didn't dare to approach him, fearing that it would be nothing but disillusionment if touched.

Xie Shijue took a step closer to him, hugged him as before, and acted like a baby by rubbing against him.

"I miss you so much."

A sigh rang in his ears, breaking down all of Duan Xingyu's defenses.

It wasn't just Xie Shijue who wanted Duan Xingyu.

But the Ninth Prince missed the Second Young Master Duan.

They were never separated, but met again.

Duan Xingyu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He wanted to cry, to cry out all the grievances and sadness of these days.

He hugged Xie Shijue vigorously, not caring about his exhaustion.

He sobbed: "I thought... I thought you didn't even remember it, and you'll never remember it again."

This is the moment when it feels like total ownership.

They were all back, and at last he was exactly what he was, completely.

Duan Xingyu couldn't wait to get closer and make everything more real.

"Farewell first."

Xie Shijue knew that he was very excited, so he could only hug and kiss him over and over again.

But I also know that he is too tired now.

"Good." He patted Duan Xingyu on the back to comfort him.

"We still have a long time."

"I remember it all."

"There won't be another time."

"I won't let you be alone again."