Interstellar Era of Gossip

Chapter 97 [Military Secrets]

But his eyelids twitched when he heard it.

　　When Nalun woke up, he felt a heat on his side and a huge rock pressing on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw a dark head resting on his shoulder. The warm breath brushed behind his ears, which was slightly itchy.

　　Xerxes is back.

　　Nalun browsed the Star Network too late last night and was still a little sleepy. The uncomfortable feeling of being pressed down made him frown and push a marshal.

　　Xerxes, who was sleeping soundly, turned half a circle and let go of the man. He fell asleep later than Nalun. He was still asleep one second, and felt a push the next second, so he woke up instantly - when he realized that it was Nalun lying on his side, he immediately relaxed, moved closer, and rubbed the prince's cheek affectionately.

　　His green eyes, which were filled with sleep, gradually became clear. He turned his face away, leaving Xerxes with nothing to attack, and reached out to push against his chest.

　　Xerxes softened his tone: "Your arm is injured, baby, don't move."

　　Nalun looked down and noticed that Xerxes' left arm was wrapped in gauze. He bent his elbow and half-raised his body, preparing to see more clearly, but was pushed back again.

　　Xerxes shook his head, his face full of fatigue: "The injury is not serious, just don't touch it." After that, he put his arm across in front of Nalun, lay on his side, smiled, and looked at him with half-opened eyes.

　　——Why didn't I realize that Xerxes was this kind of person before?

　　Faced with the rogue harassment, the prince remained calm and said, "Is Alta's matter settled?"

　　"It's all solved." Xerxes closed his eyes and tried to put his head into the shoulder of the person under him: "Baby, let me sleep a little longer."

　　Nalun turned his face away again, trying to avoid this teasing behavior, and continued to ask questions without being moved.

"Wait, I want to ask you something."

　　Xerxes drawled out, "Hmm?"

　　Nalun reached back under the pillow, fumbled for a while, took out the terminal, tuned to the previous person's comments, and motioned for Xerxes to take a look.

　　"Oh, about this." Xerxes seemed to be an insider. "Shall I ask Dia?"

　　Nalun was silent for a moment: "Why did you ask Dia to return to the imperial capital?"

　　Xerxes blinked and said meaningfully: "Military secrets."

　　Nalun: "..."

　　The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

　　There was a cold light in the gray-green eyes, and the black-haired young man's expression did not change, but Xerxes felt an invisible pressure.

　　"Military secrets." Nalun repeated word by word, muttering: "It seems that I have overstepped the mark."

　　Xerxes opened his mouth, feeling bad inside.

　　Nalun didn't say anything else, just pushed away the "injured arm" across his body and turned his back.

　　Xerxes: "..."

　　This went on for a long time. He tentatively patted Nalun's shoulder. Fortunately, he was not rejected. His mind gradually became active, and he continued to tentatively move his body closer to him.

　　"I have to respect your responsibilities as an imperial marshal, lest you take the lead in 'leaking secrets.'" came Nalun's voice.

　　Xerxes froze in his tracks. Although the tone sounded calm, and even after years of sarcasm and ridicule, the words seemed extremely gentle, his eyelids twitched.