In fact, Xiao Huayong thought that when he woke up, Shen Xihe must have been gone, or that she woke up when she moved him. However, he did not expect that when he woke up and opened his eyes, he would see Shen Xihe leaning against the couch, reading a book quietly.
The lights were on, the candlelight in the room was warm, and it fell on her body, making her look elegant and gentle. From his angle, he could just see through the hand holding the book and see her naturally blinking eyes. The slightly drooping eyelids half covered her bright eyes. The pupils were as bright as obsidian, without the usual indifference and haziness, but only the peace and indifference that made people yearn for.
He could actually see the peaceful years and the tranquility of a prosperous and stable era in a person's eyes.
Shen Xihe was concentrating on reading a book and was about to turn the page when she caught a glimpse of a pair of dark pupils. She put down the book and said, "Your Highness, please stand up."
Xiao Huayong really wanted to stay a while longer, but the candles were lit in the room, which only meant that it was dark and Shen Xihe must not have had dinner yet. He was about to get up, but suddenly he thought of something and pretended to be unable to get up, pretending to be weak: "I'm too sleepy to get up."
Shen Xihe stared at him quietly.
Xiao Huayong shamelessly stretched out his hand: "Why don't you pull me..."
"Bang!" Before he could finish, Shen Xihe pushed with both hands, and the defenseless Xiao Huayong rolled down and fell on the carpet under the bed.
Fortunately, the bed was only about twenty inches high. Xiao Huayong fell down and lay on the carpet, still a little dazed.
Shen Xihe stood up slowly. Her legs were a little numb. She stood for a moment to adjust to the feeling, then said, "It's okay if they are soft when sleeping. I'll naturally have the strength after rolling around."
After hearing her words, Xiao Huayong turned over and lay on the carpet, supporting his head with one hand, smiling as if ice and snow had melted, "I am happy."
Shen Xihe turned a deaf ear to him. When he felt his legs were no longer numb, he walked away without even looking at him.
Just as she got around him, Xiao Huayong jumped up from behind her and hugged her from behind, holding her arms with his iron arms. He ignored her struggles, hugged her tightly, and whispered softly in her ear: "Oh, my heart is happy, happier than ever before."
"Xiao Beichen, let me go." Shen Xihe couldn't struggle free and scolded in a low voice.
"No, I just want to hug you, can you please let me hug you, yo yo..." Xiao Huayong's voice sounded like pleading and rogue.
Shen Xihe, a person who has rules and etiquette engraved in his bones, would never tolerate such intimacy. She was already a little annoyed by her soft-heartedness today, but Xiao Huayong didn't know how to restrain himself. She was so angry that she raised her foot and stomped hard on Xiao Huayong's instep.
Xiao Huayong grimaced in pain, and exerted a little force with both hands. Shen Xihe finally broke free from him and pushed him hard: "Xiao Beichen, if you do this again, I will use a poison needle!"
Her rage and anger made Xiao Huayong feel extremely charming. He couldn't help but smile gently while feeling pain. His appearance was a bit funny, but he didn't care: "What can I do? I will definitely cling to you all the time in the future. I wish I could become one with you..."
His words were ambiguous and his tone was frivolous. Shen Xihe saw the sword hanging next to him and raised his hand to draw it out.