Chapter 15:

The Marshal's Mansion has been built for some years, and the interior decoration style still maintains the simple style popular many years ago. At first glance, the original owner's bedroom was bare and there was nothing, much like a suite in a star hotel in the Earth era.
Wait...Why are you still having time to deal with this? Duan Hengye blinked vigorously, and threw the ones that were not there.
In Duan Hengye's memory, although the original owner "seduce" Meng Jinhuai more than once, they all ended up in being tenderly rejected by the other party.
Seeing Meng Jinhuai really walked into his bedroom, would he have to drive the Marshal-sama out again?
Obviously, Duan Hengye didn't have the guts.
It is a bit tragic to say that although he did not inherit the family business in his previous life, as a GAY born in a traditional ancient martial arts family, Duan Heng never had a boyfriend until his death. Now it's hard to be born again, I didn't expect that the first time I "cohabited" with a man was in this situation.
...Not comparable to Meng Da, who possessed a perfect disguise, but he quickly lost his mood when he thought of this Heng Ye. But Meng Jinhuai didn't seem to feel it. He opened the closet and hung his coat in, and then took out a set of nightgown. Although Duan Hengye and Meng Jinhuai have been living in separate rooms, the robots in the Marshal's Mansion will change the nightgowns in the cabinet together every day.
"Tired all day, hurry up and rest." Meng Jinhuai walked over and smiled and stretched out his hand to gently caress Duan Hengye's side face, then smiled at him very thoughtfully and said: "I'll go over there first."
Although the decoration style is simple, the internal structure of Duan Hengye's bedroom is not simple at all.
For example, in addition to a dedicated bathroom, this bedroom also has another shower room attached. After Meng Jinhuai finished speaking, he took his nightgown and walked toward the shower room until the door slowly closed. Duan Hengye hesitated for a long time before finally stepping forward, and then walked to the closet with a tragic expression to sleep the other one. Pick up the gown.
Probably because of the setting of the novel, although in the interstellar age, some details in people's lives are still very similar to the world where Duan Hengye once lived. For example, in the white silk nightgown in his hand, Duan Hengye smelled a faint scent as soon as he picked it up. The scent was sandalwood at first, but the back note was full of a hint of medicinal herbs. Bitter.
Ye Tian's perfumer will tune out his own taste for every senior empire. Unlike the original owner who has no interest in it, he almost fell in love with this scent in the first second he smelled it.
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The bathroom in the suite is almost twenty square meters, and the overall color is beige. Except for the ceramic bathtub placed in the middle, the most important component of the entire bathroom is the huge mirror on the wall. After sensing the owner's entrance, the bathtub began to automatically dispense water, and at the same time a faint mist rose in the bathroom. Duan Hengye did not turn on the defogging function, and the mirror surface was covered with a layer of hoarfrost after a while.
In the dimness, Duan Hengye slowly walked to the mirror. After crossing, he discovered that the original owner's appearance was seven to eight points similar to his former self...
The man standing in front of the mirror took off his costume, and slowly reached out his hand to touch the cold mirror surface. Anyone who has seen Duan Hengye since he was a child will boast that he is really good-looking, like a noble son who has emerged from an ancient painting. After every compliment, the next step is to take a photo. Children are always a bit rebellious by nature. After being surrounded by uncles and aunts and taking a few photos, Duan Hengye doesn't like people discussing his appearance.
But what he didn't expect was that his appearance was the only thing he was familiar with when he was living a new life now.
It's just that compared with the previous self, the original owner with poor physical fitness is paler. No extra fat can be seen from his body, only a thin layer of muscle evenly covers the bones. Although a little thin, but not weak.
...
Probably because of some resistance in my heart, Duan Hengye took a long time in this bath.
Before going out, Duan Hengye had been praying that Meng Jinhuai would better fall asleep now, but to his disappointment, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Meng Jinhuai sitting on the bed looking at Guangnao intently.
Duan Hengye thought he had calmed down, but the second he saw Meng Jinhuai, his legs still trembled unconvincingly.
The military's work is not easy, even though it's time to rest, Meng Jinhuai is still busy. However, after hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening, Meng Jinhuai, who was busy dealing with official duties, let go of his work. He glanced at Duan Hengye like a true lover, and then turned off his light brain very considerately.
This nightgown is just as long as Duan Hengye's calf, and there are still some small drops of water on Duan Hengye's legs after taking a shower. Now that he walked a few steps, the hem of the silk nightgown was lightly attached to his calf.
Duan Hengye didn't know... Although his performance was extremely calm, Meng Jinhuai was still amazed the moment he saw him.
Obviously it was still the same face as before, and it was still that cold look, but Meng Jinhuai suddenly read a bit from him.
It's like a delicate puppet suddenly has a ray of soul.
...
Unlike Meng Jinhuai, who had thought about it, Duan Hengye was on alert. After all, Lord Marshal showed a harmless appearance, but his ending in the original book reminded Duan Hengye all the time: Meng Jinhuai is definitely not an easy person.
When the marshal who mercilessly executed the original owner in the original book overlaps with the man who is now smiling at him, the image of the opposite person becomes more terrifying.
Don't persuade! Don't persuade!
Duan Hengye slapped himself in his heart, and then forcibly endured the trembling of his fingertips, and walked over as usual. Fortunately, this bed was very wide, and when he lay on his body stiffly, he found that there was still a big space between the two of them.
Duan Hengye didn't look at Meng Jinhuai the whole time. He didn't know if it was an illusion. The other party seemed to laugh softly, and then turned off all the lighting in the bedroom.
Although I kept telling myself to stay steady and Meng Jinhuai didn't eat people, in fact Duan Hengye's heart was almost out of his throat from the moment he lay down. After his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness of the room, Duan Hengye kept staring at the ceiling closely trying to see the lines on it, and his body was extremely stiff.
I don't know how long it took, Duan Hengye suddenly felt that the mattress next to him had sunk slightly. When he closed his eyes and held his breath while waiting for the trial of fate, he found that Meng Jinhuai had only stretched out his arms and gently pulled the quilt up a little, and then lay back again...
Is it just a quilt? Duan Hengye thought in a daze.
I don't know what happened, I was still nervous just now, but after closing my eyes this time, Duan Hengye's spirit slowly relaxed. After a while, he finally fell asleep completely.
The three satellites of the Southern Stars moved slowly to the horizon, and the soft light slowly spilled 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.
With the action of getting up, the white silk nightgown slowly slipped across the man's chest, revealing the light honey-colored chest muscles without any cover. I don't know what kind of enthusiastic screams would be exchanged if they were seen by others, but unfortunately, the only admirer in the bedroom at night was already deep asleep.
At this moment, Meng Jinhuai was expressionless, his eyes were extremely cold, and the illusion of gentleness in the day was completely put away.
Duan Hengye was still lying with his back to Meng Jinhuai. Because of the slight downward bending of his neck, a small red mole hidden in his clothes was also exposed. Meng Jinhuai sat behind Duan Hengye, and he looked at the red mole for a long time. In the end, he finally reached out and rubbed it gently with his fingertips. The movements were gentle and excessive.
Although the piece of skin being touched was extremely sensitive, Duan Hengye, who was lying here, still did not react at all.
"Duan Hengye..." Meng Jinhuai frowned slightly, his expression seemed a little nostalgic, but his voice was a little bit puzzled, "Do you really want me to die like that?"
Then Meng Jinhuai's entire palm slowly moved upwards, and in a short while, it reached Duan Hengye's neck. The marshal's light honey-colored skin formed a sharp contrast with his pale neck. Now, as long as these slender, graceful hands gently apply a little force, Duan Hengye can completely say goodbye to the world.
Meng Jinhuai put his hand on Duan Hengye's neck, and he felt the pulse of blood vessels coming from under his skin.
This pulsation coincides with the heartbeat once, and as long as Meng Jinhuai exerts a little harder, the pulsation will disappear forever...
There was a long silence, and when the night darkened, Meng Jinhuai finally slowly took his hand back. He took another deep look at Duan Hengye, finally lay back and slowly closed his eyes.
Of course Meng Jinhuai could choose to kill Duan Hengye at this time, but as a mature imperial marshal, he would not do that.
A living and exposed undercover is far more useful than a dead one.
The three silver-white satellites slowly disappeared, and the night of the Southern Stars was finally over.
Duan Hengye didn't seem to have slept for such a long time after rebirth, and it was already more than 11 o'clock in the morning when he woke up. Seeing the bright sunshine outside the window, Duan Hengye couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat-how did he sleep so heavily last night? This is absolutely abnormal.
If you put it on someone else, he would probably think it was because he was overtired yesterday or had just recovered from a serious illness. But Duan Hengye didn't think so. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists, and then recalled last night nervously...