ABRIWMTHM Chapter 95

Ten minutes later, Shi Xing’s face was as red as a steamed shrimp, and he closed the book.

He used his arm to cover his eyes, but the images he had seen kept swirling in his mind, refusing to dissipate.

Shi Xing was in a daze. Was it really true that he knew so little?

He clearly felt it was enough.

But…

Shi Xing turned over, burying himself entirely under the covers, various scenes filling his mind—handcuffs, candles, and whips… wasn’t it a bit too much?

And also, it was clearly a royal education book provided by Uncle Xu, so why were the illustrations so vivid? Did they really need to use such high resolution?

Shi Xing closed his eyes again, feeling that these illustrations deserved the praise of “exquisite”.

Moreover, the chosen genders were also quite right, all…

Shi Xing rolled over in his blanket again, wrapping himself up completely.

After a while, he quietly opened Star Net and typed in his current predicament, wanting to know if this kind of “honeyed way” was reliable.

Hitting enter, the responses that popped up opened Shi Xing’s eyes.

[Why doesn’t my partner have this awareness? Tears of envy streaming down my mouth.]

[What’s wrong? It’s quite effective, just call (beep—) a little.]

[Is there a link to the outfit? Seeking one.]

[Here’s a reminder from someone who’s been there: be careful of suffocation, remember to tie a loose knot.]

[Deeply envious, casually forwarded to my cold war partner, hoping he’ll be more aware.]

[Not to be rude, but unless it’s impossible, I suppose it can’t be refused (don’t like it, have some shame).]

Shi Xing: “…”

Shi Xing: “…………”

Shutting down Star Net, Shi Xing resignedly opened the book again.

Flipping further back, there were teaching videos.

Who could see these and not say it was considerate?!

And the videos had everything, just seemed a bit wasteful.

Shi Xing only dipped into them for half an hour, his mind filled with various textures and lines. He couldn’t nap during the day and yawned continuously in the afternoon, frequently lost in thought.

Others didn’t notice the reason and only thought Shi Xing had insomnia, advising him to take care of his health.

Only Er Ya glanced at Shi Xing with what seemed like meaning, saying, “You’ll get used to it.”

Shi Xing immediately choked and coughed.

Er Ya spoke and then moved on, and Shi Xing didn’t dare to ask.

No other reason, just face.

Several pieces of red ore were quickly absorbed, and Er Ya was quite satisfied with Shi Xing’s recovery speed. She glanced at the time and stood up, saying, “Nothing happening this afternoon, right?”

Shi Xing shook his head.

Er Ya: “The First Army still has a reserve supply of food; there’s no time like the present, let’s settle it today. We might as well free up some manpower before the New Year to avoid the military discussing its placement during the holiday—how unlucky.”

Oh, Er Ya was talking about another star beast captured during the celebration.

The First Army’s camp wasn’t far from the Imperial Palace, and upon learning they were going, Fei Chu brought Fu Qing along for protection.

The process was quick since the star beast couldn’t break free from Shi Xing’s barrier. Shi Xing’s mental sea expanded to a near-stabilized extent, and as his level increased further, the star beast had nowhere to escape.

However, this time he didn’t hear the star beast’s cries; Er Ya sealed it with her mental power, as she typically didn’t like those fierce and ferocious things to be pitied.

After absorbing it, Er Ya looked at the pile of remains and intact fur on the ground, kicked it with her shoe to confirm the disintegration, and asked Shi Xing, “How does it feel?”

Shi Xing replied honestly, “It’s okay?”

Er Ya: “Can you use another type of barrier?”

Shi Xing nodded and pushed out a singular barrier in front of him. Er Ya’s mental power could penetrate it without obstruction.

Adding a normal barrier on top, Er Ya tried again and concluded, “It’s definitely over a 3s standard, but to say your mental power level reaches Chi Yao’s degree, I feel there’s still some distance.”

Shi Xing seized the key point, “Does the prerequisite for healing His Highness require my mental power level to match his?”

“Of course not,” Er Ya instructed Shi Xing to retract the barrier, explaining, “Mainly because his mental power already exceeds the grading system commonly used in this galaxy—yours does too. If you were just a little lower, you should still be able to heal him; Blue Star humans have a characteristic of a slight capacity for cross-level healing.”

“But that ‘a little lower’ figure is hard to define. Do you understand?”

“So just in case, I think you should aim to match his mental power level for safety.”

Feeling the pressure, Shi Xing still nodded seriously, confirming with Er Ya, “You will help me raise my mental power level, right?”

Er Ya: “I will, but whether you can persist is up to you.”

Shi Xing replied without hesitation, “I can do it.”

Er Ya glanced at Shi Xing, noncommittal, looking at a distance before continuing, “I plan to start training you formally after the New Year. I will teach you many techniques for using mental power, so calm down and learn well. Once the mental threads in your newly expanded mental sea are abundant again, we will head to the boundary line to find some fresh, sufficiently ranked beast cores.”

“After the New Year, the Empire’s affairs will likely have a series of new directives, and we will also consider His Highness’s arrangements. In short, we will definitely go together, so prepare yourself mentally.”

Getting Shi Xing’s solemn response.

He truly was a worry-free student, and Er Ya’s brows relaxed again, “Then starting tomorrow, I’ll be on holiday here; the New Year is coming. Everyone in the dormitory is preparing. Other than daily crystal mining, training can take a break. You should rest for a while.”

Thinking of something, she added mischievously, “If you want to help anyone with their work, that’s also fine. Just arrange it as you like.”

Referring to no one other than Chi Yao.

Taking a breath and refocusing work on Shi Xing after his birthday, in the following days… Shi Xing no longer saw His Highness; he was too busy making up for the previous work and dealing with new matters, unable to spare himself.

The meeting time for the two changed to breakfast, lunch, and dinner. When they had meals together, Chi Yao and his secretarial staff were all in the study. Waking up a bit later in the morning, realistically, Shi Xing only got to see Chi Yao once a day.

In the evenings, knowing the other had been busy all day, Shi Xing didn’t want to chatter too much after exchanging a couple of sentences, fearing to encroach upon Chi Yao’s limited rest time.

Shi Xing counted the days; since his birthday, Chi Yao’s busyness had lasted nearly a week.

Returning to the palace as the New Year approached, Tang Mi also gave Shi Xing a break.

With no tasks weighing him down, Shi Xing woke up the next day and drank milk as he squeezed into the study.

Ren Yan Yong paused when he first saw Shi Xing wrapped in a blanket, curled up on the sofa for work.

Later, when he saw Chi Yao not reprimanding him, with more and more snacks on the table beside the sofa, Ren Yan Yong swallowed all his opinions.

He felt that at his age, some things didn’t need to be taken so seriously.

Especially regarding Shi Xing, there was no need to make things uncomfortable for himself.

After all, the other party was a Blue Star human who could easily collapse.

Moreover, most importantly, with Shi Xing’s addition, the accumulated work was indeed dealt with faster. With the New Year approaching, who wouldn’t want to rest earlier? Did he really want to chase his helper away?

Ren Yan Yong wasn’t foolish.

Facing Shi Xing’s help, Chi Yao initially held reservations; he didn’t want Shi Xing, who had just woken up, to become too tired.

For Shi Xing, feeling tired was indeed no easy task, but the good thing was he wouldn’t force himself.

Due to the physical condition of Blue Star humans, if he became too tired, he would voluntarily call it quits, showing symptoms often referred to as “instant sleep.”

Just moments earlier, he was having a pleasant conversation with Chi Yao, and the next moment, he was rubbing his eyes and falling asleep. Chi Yao didn’t wake him, allowing him to rest.

In the first two days, the civil staff still entered the study, but afterwards, only when Shi Xing was awake could they come in; while he rested, Chi Yao kept the whole study for him.

One day, Shi Xing woke up on the sofa to find himself nestled against Chi Yao’s leg, the atmosphere warm. They had been talking, and somehow a kiss ensued; it had been too long since they had touched, and both were very excited, igniting quickly.

The study wasn’t ideal for such activities. In the middle, a video call from the Senate came through. Wrapping Shi Xing in a blanket, Chi Yao held him close, calming him down with their intermingled breaths. Shi Xing joked, and Chi Yao whispered in his ear, saying something not very clean, setting Shi Xing aflame.

Seated on Chi Yao, Shi Xing was sure, His Highness wasn’t any better off.

That night, Shi Xing emulated Chi Yao, attempting to fulfill his partner’s duties.

It couldn’t always be Chi Yao solving his problems.

Thinking about how wonderful it might be, Shi Xing took the initiative, sensing Chi Yao’s excitement too, but was inexperienced and found himself crying uncontrollably. His jaw ached, his lips split, and the situation left him hanging.

Eventually, it turned out again that Chi Yao took the lead, his long fingers wrapping around Shi Xing’s hand, pressing him down and teaching him.

Shi Xing had no way to know if he had learned; initiated by him, he ended up tear-streaked and sobbing that it was enough and he didn’t need any more.

Chi Yao, however, didn’t let him off and kept asking repeatedly…

Until Shi Xing, driven to the brink, finally let out that grand admission, and everything settled.

That night, Shi Xing slept with his back to Chi Yao. Chi Yao had the robot bring medication, pressing Shi Xing’s lips to take some without getting angry, hugging him from behind, satisfied as he fell asleep.

Shi Xing felt chagrined.

But he also confirmed one thing: His Highness actually liked it when he took the initiative.

The content he searched for was indeed no problem.

A few days passed, and with Shi Xing’s help, the work was finally sorted out in time for the New Year. The last holiday before the harvest festival finally confirmed the leave times for various civil departments.

On that day, Shi Xing and Chi Yao only stayed in the study for half a day.

Shi Xing took a nap and returned to his room, collapsing into bed until dinner woke him.

After dinner, he returned to his room, yawning continuously.

In the afternoon, Chi Yao hadn’t slept much, but indeed had been working too long and didn’t really want to talk, appearing lethargic and spent the entire day in repose.

At night, it was finally hard-won for him to want to sit next to his little partner in the living room, be it reading or browsing Star Net; at least they could be together for a while, but he kept waiting without seeing him come down.

As he was pondering whether to go upstairs to fetch him, he received a message calling him upstairs.

When he went up, Chi Yao didn’t think much of it.

Opening the outer door to Shi Xing’s room, he detected a faint elegant fragrance.

Opening the door to Shi Xing’s main bedroom, that scent finally became solid.

It was a clean scent of some kind of herb.

Very refreshing.

The room was pitch black, and Chi Yao turned on the lamp, but it didn’t illuminate.

“I turned it off, Your Highness.”

Shi Xing’s voice came through, laced with a kind of strange tension.

With the Empire’s people’s robust physique, just hearing the voice, Chi Yao could discern the direction and walked over to where Shi Xing was on the bed.

If he hadn’t sensed it wrong, Shi Xing should have been sitting on the edge of the bed.

As he got closer, Shi Xing reached out to him. Chi Yao thought it was to pull him up, but when his hand made contact, unexpectedly he was ambushed; everything spun, and he found himself pressed onto Shi Xing’s bed, Shi Xing taking the lead as they shared a long kiss.

Breath unstable, faces obscured in the dark, Shi Xing suddenly said, “Let’s try, Your Highness.”

Chi Yao’s hands rested on Shi Xing’s waist; as his long fingers moved slightly, he noticed something was off.

The fabric wasn’t what he normally used; it was… sheer.

Adapting to the dark, the Empire’s excellent eyesight came into play.

Shi Xing was wearing pajamas, the style quite normal, but the fabric was not.

Indeed, it was sheer, possessing all the characteristics of sheer fabric—soft, light, and there was also transparency.

Chi Yao’s gaze swept downwards.

Very good, Shi Xing was wearing nothing but this set of pajamas.

He swallowed hard, pulled Shi Xing’s hand to his clothing button, and with a deep tone said, “You help me take it off.”