Ch. 8.2 - Those Kind Of Photos
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He Xi understood clearly.
So, he wanted to know about his health.
He Xile raised his hand and revealed his temporary terminal: "When I just woke up, I had a test in the hospital, and here is the electronic version of the report..."
Wen Jiyu: "I don't want that."
He turned a little sideways, "Open your mouth."
He Xile: "?"
Huh?
What is the purpose of opening mouth?
Even though he was confused, he still opened his mouth subconsciously.
In the next second, long and slender finger reached into his mouth.
He Xile: "!!!"
What... what's going on?
There were calluses on His Majesty's fingertips, which inadvertently touched He Xile's soft lips, and quickly retracted a little.
The foreign body sensation in the mouth made He Xile feel a little uncomfortable.
Just now he was a little stupefied by his behavior, but as soon as he came back to his sense, he immediately closed his mouth.
But it just happened to bite on Wen Jiyu's hand, but the other party didn't even blink his eyes. It seemed as if the injury was just a mosquito bite on a summer night.
His fingertips quickly swept two circles on He Xile's teeth, as if talking to himself, he said, "It's really flat." As he spoke, his finger remained in He Xile's mouth and went to touch He Xile's two small tiger teeth again, laughing somewhat disdainfully and saying, "Mini canine teeth, it looks like an immature cub."
He Xile: "..."
He is obviously an adult... but never mind.
This matter is too troublesome to explain.
But...
Wen Jiyu's action just now was because he didn't believe that he couldn't bite the meat of the milk sheep, so he touched his teeth specially!
Finally, drawn his fingers out.
"Do you know what it means to be the king of the empire?" he asked.
He Xile was at a loss: "Strength? Power?"
Why did the topic suddenly change here?
Wen Jiyu returned: "It means that you are all my property, no matter what I do to you, it is reasonable."
He Xile: "...Okay, I'll make a note of that."
He couldn't help but look at Wen Jiyu. "Your Majesty, can I go to eat now?"
"Yeah." Wen Jiyu said, "Go ahead."
He Xile took his seat.
Probably because of Wen Jiyu's presence, He Xile's bodyguard always stood majestically, and never came to help He Xile wipe his hands, stuffed a square towel, and even the chef in front of him also did not dare to breathe out.
On the contrary, He Xile was the one who seemed most comfortable among all the people.
His eyes glistened as he looked at the meal in front of him.
------The chef really cooked meat that he could eat for lunch.
Seeing this, he was overwhelmed with happiness!
Cutting the meat into small pieces, he bit into it. The tender taste fully satisfied his taste buds, and He Xile's legs could not help shaking happily.
It's so delicious!
His full concentration was on eating meat.
Wen Jiyu came earlier than him, so naturally he was the first one to finish the meal. After wiping his mouth gracefully, he got up and left.
The restaurant door opened and closed.
The surrounding air finally became lively again.
The guard's tense face was also more relaxed than before.
He took the initiative to move He Xile's dinner plate over and began to cut the meat for him. Thinking of what happened just now, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency He Xile, what your Majesty said just now... didn't mean that. I hope you don't feel sad."
He Xile: "It's okay, I know."
He didn't take it to heart.
The guard was taken aback, after seeing his expression, he found it did not seem to be fake.
His eyes became gentler.
He Xile didn't mention much about His Majesty.
He changed the subject directly and said: "This meat is so delicious..."
Before logging off to StarNet, he smelled the aroma of food coming from the snack bars on both sides of the road, and his saliva was about to flow down. Now that he had eaten the meat made by the chef, he finally relieved his craving.
He couldn't help giving the chef a thumbs up: "Your craftsmanship is really good. By the way, this means 'awesome' in our blue planet."
The chef laughed: "Thank you for your compliment. By the way, there is one more thing I want you to know. After you left the morning, I immediately applied to the guards around His Majesty, and His Majesty quickly approved the application without any delay, so the fresh meat was delivered smoothly before noon."
He said, "Our people have never had teeth like yours, that's why His Majesty just..."
The chef didn't say any more.
He Xile nodded: "I know."
After finishing the rest of the dishes like a wind swept away the cloud, He Xile rubbed his stomach and let out a sigh of satisfaction.
On the way back, He Xile thought to himself, although the guards and chefs were afraid of His Majesty, after His Majesty left, they would take the initiative to say good things about him.
In Interstellar, the production of ready-made clothes was much faster than that on Earth.
After a short nap, he woke up again in the afternoon. By now, Jane had already brought the two sets of clothes she had prepared and appeared at the door of his room.
"Your Excellency, do you need me to change it for you personally?"
Jane's eyes were very hot.
"No need." He Xile resolutely refused on the spot.
The guards who followed He Xile had changed shifts, and now the guard with the vertical pupils he had seen before was by his side. His colleagues had specifically instructed him, so he was very guarded against Jane, as long as Jane dared to make a move, he would directly take the person out.
Jane raised his hands helplessly, with a lost face: "Okay then. I'll wait outside for you to come out."
He Xile went to change clothes alone.
The two outfits that Jane brought looked very complicated, with layers of lace overlapping on the cuffs, looking a bit like the style worn only by ancient noblemen in Western countries.
Taking off the baggy clothes he quickly put it on.
Since the size was measured in advance, it perfectly fit his body, and it was more comfortable to move around, the fabric was very soft and snug, and there was no place that was uncomfortable.
He Xile walked out of the dressing room.
Although He Xile hadn't been away for long, Jane couldn't wait any longer.
His shoes tapped involuntarily on the carpet of the room.
Seeing He Xile come out, his eyes lit up: "I knew you must be very suitable for this dress. I made this based on the books I read about the civilization of the blue planet before. My God, it's so beautiful, truly a masterpiece! I swear, if you wore this out, or to a party, you would be the center of attention - oh my baby, my muse, I'm inspired again, can't wait go back to my studio!"
"Hurry up." He urged, "Please let me see the effect of another one."
He Xile: "...Okay."
He went back to the dressing room.
The other one was actually similar to this one, except that many elements of the clothes were different. After changing to the new dress, with a slight movement, the wide lace on the wrists layered down, revealing He Xile's delicate and fair arms.
He Xile thought, girls should like these two clothes very much after seeing them, right?
"It's simply too perfect--" Jane was immersed in it.
He kept circling around He Xile.
He Xile originally wanted to ask Jane to cut the clothes again, try to make them more casual, or directly similar to the style worn by the interstellar people, and not be so exaggerated.
But Jane was so excited, and his footsteps flew outside.
"Your Excellency, I'm sorry, I have to leave in a hurry, my inspiration is fully exploded, you wait for my good news-"
The voice gradually faded away.
He Xile: "..."
He Xile turned his head and saw that the guards were also looking at him.
He lowered his head curiously, stretched out his hand to pull the clothes on his body, and asked, "Does this really look good?"
"It looks good." The guard said.
His vertical pupils almost narrowed into a line, and said seriously, "You look good in everything."
He Xile was a little embarrassed to be praised so much, and began to regret the question he just asked.
------Isn't it plain that you want to be praised?
No one would ever say they were not good looking when they heard the question.
However, people on this planet really like to compliment people too much.
Since He Xile woke up, almost everyone he met was complimenting him, and very actively so.
What kind of wonderful cultural atmosphere is this?
He thought that when people were praised, they really felt better, so this kind of behavior was very encouraging.From now on, he should also praise more often!
In the evening, He Xile did some rebuilding exercise.
After taking a shower, he dried his hair, climbed into bed, and looked at the time, which happened to be 9:45 pm, and it was only fifteen minutes before the time of the mecha battle told him by the kind-hearted people on Starnet.
He Xile logged on to Starnet.
The time on Starnet was the same as reality.
Looking at the starry sky overhead, he couldn't help but make a marvelous sound.
There are several times more people around than during the day.
He Xile was small in stature and light in weight, unable to stand at all, and was almost pushed to the front of the road. At first, he was a little nervous, but when he found that the destination of the crowd was the same as his, he relaxed relatively and followed the flow of people.
It didn't take long to reach his destination.
There was a sea of people.
He Xile stood on tiptoe, a little broken.
He is so short! When standing upright normally, he could only see a wall of people, and you couldn't see anything in front of him!
Damn it!
He almost cried without tears.
At that moment, a loud boom sounded.
Everyone was looking up to the sky, and He Xile followed suit, only to see a red dot among the countless stars, which grew larger and larger, and the cheers of the people around grew stronger and stronger.
"Youdui---"
"Youdui---"
He Xile looked down at the terminal and it automatically translated: Youdui---the god.
The red light almost blotted out the entire Starnet sky, and only when it got closer did, he realize that it was a very large mech that could almost block the sky.
The body of the mecha was completely pitch black, as if it could absorb all the luster, exuding an icy aura, but red light bursts out from the tip, giving the mecha a layer of evil light.
The mech was controlled by the warrior who owns it, and it stopped perfectly within the battlefield. While a beam of light shoots out from its weapon box, piercing the sky almost instantly.
It was clearly night, but it was almost day.
He Xile raised his head, his mouth was wide open in agape, and his pupils were full of brilliant colors.
"Wow------"
So cool!
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