The House of the Marshal had been built for a few years, but the interior was still decorated in the same simple style that was popular many years ago. At first glance, the original owner's bedroom was empty. It looked like a suite in a star hotel on Earth.
Wait a minute … Why do I have the time to care about this? Duan Hangye blinked his eyes hard and tossed these nonsensical thoughts aside.
In Duan Hengye's memory, although the original owner had "seduced" Meng Jinhuai more than once, he had always been gently rejected.
Seeing that Meng Jinhuai had really walked into his bedroom, did he really have to chase the Marshal out?
Obviously, Duan Hengye did not have the guts to do so.
Speaking of which, Duan Hengye was quite pitiful. Although he did not inherit the family business in his previous life, as a gay who was born in a traditional martial arts family, he did not have a boyfriend until his death. Now that he had been reborn, he did not expect that the first time he "lived" with a man would be under such circumstances.
… Unlike the great actor Meng, who had a perfect disguise, Duan Hengye's mood quickly fell. However, Meng Jinhuai did not seem to feel it. He opened the closet and hung his jacket inside, then took out a set of sleeping robes. Although Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai lived separately, the robots in the House of the Marshal changed the sleeping robes together in the closet every day.
"You've been tired all day, hurry up and rest." Meng Jinhuai walked over with a smile and reached out his hand to gently caress Duan Hengye's cheek. Then he very considerately smiled at him and said, "I'll go over there first."
Although the decor was simple, the interior of Duan Hengye's bedroom was not simple at all.
For example, in addition to a special bathroom, there was also another shower in this bedroom. After Meng Jinhuai finished speaking, he took his nightgown and walked towards the shower. It wasn't until the door slowly closed that Duan Hangye finally took a step forward after hesitating for a long time. Then, with a solemn expression, he walked to the wardrobe and picked up the other nightgown.
Perhaps it was because of the novel's setting, although it was the interstellar era, some details of people's lives were very similar to the world Duan Hengye had lived in. For example, the white silk nightgown in his hands, Duan Hangye had just picked it up when he smelled a faint fragrance. At first, it smelled like sandalwood, but after that, it was suffused with a faint bitterness unique to medicinal herbs.
Ye Tian's perfumers would create their own fragrance for each of the empire's top officials. Unlike the original owner who had no interest in it, Duan Hengye fell in love with it the moment he smelled it.
The bathroom in the suite was about 20 square meters. The overall color was beige. Other than the ceramic bathtub in the middle, the most important part of the bathroom was the huge mirror on the wall. When it sensed that the owner had entered the room, the bathtub began to automatically release water. At the same time, a faint mist began to rise in the bathroom. Duan Hengye did not activate the mist removal function, so the mirror was soon covered in a layer of white frost.
In the haze, Duan Hengye slowly walked to the side of the mirror. After transmigrating, he discovered that the original owner's appearance was 70-80% similar to his previous appearance.
The man standing in front of the mirror took off his luxurious clothes. He slowly reached out his hand to touch the cold surface of the mirror. People who had seen Duan Hengye since he was young would always praise him. He was very handsome, like a noble young master who had walked out of an ancient painting. And after every praise, there would be a series of photos. Children were always rebellious. After being surrounded by uncles and aunties to take photos, Duan Hengye did not like people discussing his appearance.
But he never thought that after being reborn, other than his memory, his appearance would be the only thing he was familiar with.
But compared to his previous appearance, the original owner's body was even paler. There was no excess fat on his body. There was only a thin layer of muscle evenly covering his bones. Although he was a bit thin, he was not weak.
Probably because of his resistance, Duan Hengye took a long time to bathe.
Before leaving, Duan Hengye prayed that Meng Jinhuai would fall asleep immediately. But to his disappointment, when he opened the door, he saw Meng Jinhuai sitting on the bed looking at the optical computer.
Duan Hengye thought he had already calmed down, but the second he saw Meng Jinhuai, his legs still trembled.
The work in the military was not easy. Even though it was already break time, Meng Jinhuai was still busy. However, after hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Meng Jinhuai, who was busy dealing with official business, put down the work at hand. He looked at Duan Hengye like a true lover, then very considerately turned off his optical computer.
The length of the nightgown was just enough to reach Duan Hengye's calves. Duan Hengye's legs were still wet from the shower. Now that he took a few steps forward, the silk nightgown gently stuck to his calves.
Duan Hengye did not know … Even though he appeared calm, Meng Jinhuai was still stunned the moment he saw himself.
His face was still the same, his expression was still cold, but Meng Jinhuai suddenly sensed a bit of sexiness from him.
It was as if an exquisite puppet suddenly had a soul.
Unlike Meng Jinhuai, Duan Hengye was in a state of alert. After all, even though the Marshal appeared harmless, his ending in the original novel constantly reminded Duan Hengye that Meng Jinhuai was not a person to be trifled with.
When the Marshal who mercilessly executed the original Duan Hengye in the original novel overlapped with the man who was smiling at him, the image of the man in front of him became even more terrifying.
Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!
Duan Hengye encouraged himself in his heart. Then, he suppressed the trembling of his fingertips and walked over with a calm expression. Fortunately, the bed was very wide. After lying down stiffly, he realized that there was still a large empty space between the two of them.
Duan Hengye did not look at Meng Jinhuai the entire time. He did not know if it was an illusion, but the other party seemed to have chuckled and then turned off all the lights in the bedroom.
Even though he kept telling himself to calm down and that Meng Jinhuai did not eat people, Duan Hengye's heart was about to jump out of his throat the moment he laid down. After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the room, Duan Hengye kept staring at the ceiling, trying to see the patterns on it. His body was extremely stiff.
After an unknown amount of time, Duan Hengye suddenly felt the mattress beside him sink a little. Just as he closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for the judgment of fate, he realized that Meng Jinhuai had only stretched out his arm and gently pulled the blanket up a little. Then, he laid back down again ….
Just a blanket? Duan Hengye thought in a daze.
For some reason, Duan Hengye, who was extremely nervous just a moment ago, slowly relaxed after closing his eyes. After a while, he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Nan zhuxing's three satellites slowly moved to the edge of the sky. Soft light seeped into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
At this moment, the man lying on the other side of the bed slowly sat up.
As he got up, the white silk nightgown slowly slid across the man's chest, exposing his light honey-colored chest muscles. If others were to see this, it was unknown what kind of enthusiastic screams would be heard. But unfortunately, the only person in the bedroom who was appreciating this scene had already fallen asleep.
At this moment, Meng Jinhuai's face was expressionless. His eyes were extremely cold. The illusion of gentleness during the day was completely gone.
Duan Hengye was still lying with his back facing Meng Jinhuai. Because his neck was slightly bent down, a small red mole that was usually hidden under his clothes was exposed. Meng Jinhuai sat behind Duan Hengye and stared at the red mole for a long time. Finally, he reached out his hand and gently rubbed it with his fingertips. His movements were a little too gentle.
Although the skin that was touched was extremely sensitive, Duan Hangye, who was lying here, still did not react at all.
"Duan Hengye …" Meng Jinhuai frowned slightly. There was a hint of longing in his eyes, but there was a hint of doubt in his voice. "Do you really want me to die so badly?"
Then Meng Jinhuai's entire hand slowly moved upwards. After a while, it rested on Duan Hengye's neck. The Marshal's light honey-colored skin was a stark contrast to his subordinate's pale neck. Now, as long as this pair of slender and graceful hands exerted a little force, Duan Hengye would be able to say goodbye to this world forever.
Meng Jinhuai's hand rested on Duan Hengye's neck. He felt the blood vessels pulsing under the skin.
These pulsations overlapped with the heartbeat. If Meng Jinhuai exerted a little more force, the pulsations would disappear forever …
After a long silence, as the night deepened, Meng Jinhuai finally slowly retracted his hand. He looked deeply at Duan Hengye one more time, then finally lay back down and slowly closed his eyes.
Meng Jinhuai could of course choose to kill Duan Hengye at this time, but as a mature Marshal of the Empire, he would not do so.
A living and exposed spy was far more useful than a dead person.
The three silver satellites slowly disappeared. Nan zhuxing's night finally came to an end.
Duan Hengye had not slept so long since his rebirth. When he woke up, it was already past 11 in the morning. Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, Duan Hengye could not help but break out in a cold sweat. How did he sleep so deeply last night? This was definitely not normal.
If it was someone else, he would probably think that it was because he was too tired or had just recovered from a serious illness. However, Duan Hengye did not think so. He slowly took a deep breath and clenched his fists. Then, he nervously recalled what happened last night …
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