219 The Legendary Strategic Balance
When Wang Heng returned to the room, he saw two girls lying on one bed. Under the warm orange light, it wasn’t hard to notice the blush on the girls’ faces, and looking at their messy hair… If it weren’t for the fact that they were both properly dressed, Wang Heng would really suspect if lilies were blooming here.
“I was only out for about ten minutes, and you both fell asleep? So fast?”
After Wang Heng finished speaking, he observed their reactions.
Han Yixuan seemed to have been drunk for a long time, her eyes lightly closed, seemingly fast asleep.
And Pei Ningle’s acting skills obviously couldn’t be so natural. Hearing Wang Heng’s voice, her thin eyebrows couldn’t help but twitch, but her eyes remained tightly closed.
So now the problem was, they were staying here and not leaving, so what about him?
Wang Heng picked up his phone and wallet, standing there hesitating.
Go out and open another room?
It was feasible, but this way of escape was a bit too abrupt, right? And looking at it now, Han Yixuan and Pei Ningle were sleeping in one bed. As long as he stayed in the other bed and held his ground, nothing would happen tonight. Considering the physiological differences between the two sexes, could he, a big boy, be done anything by two little girls? So, there was no need to be cowardly to that extent.
Of course, the most critical factor was—it was already past one in the morning. He had been busy all day and had drunk alcohol, so tired that he just wanted to sleep quickly.
Wang Heng hesitated for a long time, finally turned off the ceiling light, leaving only a small night light, and lay down on the other bed.
Before Han Yixuan broke in, he had already taken a shower, taken off his clothes, and got into bed. However, at this moment, he only took off his jacket, and his T-shirt and trousers were neatly worn.
Past one in the morning, the dark night was silent, and the sound of cars passing by drifted in from outside the window. The window was not open, so the sound outside was very faint and ethereal. But the girls’ breathing was clearer.
Wang Heng listened quietly, feeling quite subtle.
He originally thought that as long as his head touched the pillow, he would fall asleep quickly. However, at this moment, that indescribably subtle feeling made his sleepiness gradually disappear, his mind remained awake, and it was hard to sleep even if he wanted to.
Even with his eyes closed, he could always realize that the two girls were not far away, and as long as he reached out, he could touch them…
Tsk, sure enough, it was a sleepless night.
Just as he was complaining inwardly, suddenly, a slight sound caught his attention. It sounded like… someone got out of bed?
Wang Heng opened his eyes a slit, peeked, and then perked up. He saw Pei Ningle walk to his bedside and was slowly bending down… What did this girl want to do?
**
Pei Ningle stared at the ceiling, her mind clear.
She had slept not long ago, although the time was short, but now it was difficult to fall asleep for a while. And the other two people in the room seemed to be asleep.
On the left, two or three meters away, was the sound of Wang Heng’s breathing.
On the right, was Han Yixuan’s soft and steady breathing.
Pei Ningle turned her face and looked at Little Xuan, who was neither friend nor foe—after her eyes adapted to the dark environment, even with very weak lighting, it was enough to see the scene in front of her. And Han Yixuan’s face was close at hand, so even every eyelash could be seen clearly.
Those lively peach blossom eyes, which always carried a hint of charm, were gently closed at this time, looking exceptionally quiet. The soft face, in the darkness, only had black and white colors left, like a still sketch of a girl drawn by a master artist.
Looking and looking, Pei Ningle suddenly had some inspiration.
She subconsciously wanted to hum, but before the first note drifted from her vocal cords, she suddenly realized and covered her mouth. Keeping quiet and letting the melody flow in her mind wasn’t impossible for her.
But after a while, the melody in her mind got stuck.
Pei Ningle suddenly sat up, swept her gaze over Han Yixuan, and frowned slightly. She pondered for a moment, suddenly rolled out of bed, stood by Wang Heng’s bed, and stared at him.
At this time, Wang Heng was lying on his back, also sleeping soundly.
Pei Ningle gazed at that handsome face, slowly bent down, and scrutinized it carefully.
The inspiration for the third song came.
The first one was “Lost Path,” the second one was “Dawn,” so what about the third one? “Three People Walking” or “Three People Traveling”? But there seemed to be songs with these names already…
Just as Pei Ningle was pondering secretly, she suddenly felt the collar of her neck being pulled from behind.
Immediately after, Han Yixuan’s chilling voice sounded in her ear: “What are you doing?”
Pei Ningle was startled, quickly broke free from the devil’s claws behind her, turned around and said, “Looking for inspiration!”
“Keep your voice down, he’s still sleeping!” Han Yixuan pulled her back to sit on her own bed. “And what looking for inspiration, not stealing a kiss?”
Pei Ningle said without thinking, “Of course not, do I look like that kind of person!”
Han Yixuan sneered. “Hehe…”
Pei Ningle thought carefully about her actions just now and realized that it was indeed hard to explain. Since that was the case, she simply didn’t explain.
“You can steal a march, can’t I steal a kiss?” Pei Ningle whispered.
Han Yixuan narrowed her eyes. “Sure enough, you wanted to take advantage of me sleeping…”
The two girls glared at each other and were silent for a long time.
Finally, Pei Ningle lay down and said, “Alright, alright, no one can do bad things secretly, sleep!”
Han Yixuan also lay beside her, suddenly grabbed her hand, interlaced their fingers, and held it tightly.
“Like this, you can’t take advantage of my inattention…” Han Yixuan yawned. “Friendly reminder, I sleep very lightly and wake up easily.”
Pei Ningle snorted softly and didn’t speak anymore.
**
Wang Heng didn’t open his eyes, but he heard every word of the two girls’ conversation.
He didn’t know what Pei Ningle wanted to do, only that this girl was indeed standing by his bed just now, getting very close. As for whether she intended to steal a kiss or what, there was no way to know. But considering Pei Ningle’s past performance, he felt that the excuse of ‘looking for inspiration’ wasn’t necessarily false.
He also knew that Han Yixuan did sleep relatively lightly at night and woke up easily with a little movement. So, was Han Yixuan awakened by the sound of Pei Ningle getting out of bed just now, or was she pretending to sleep to lure the enemy? It was also impossible to know.
The room quickly returned to silence.
Wang Heng listened quietly, and the breathing of the two girls on the bed next to him was still clearly audible. It seemed they hadn’t fallen asleep yet?
But fortunately, a wonderful stalemate had formed among the three at this moment, which made him feel much more at ease—no matter what Pei Ningle or Han Yixuan wanted to do, before he could think of a way to deal with it, the other one would help stop it first.
Could this be the legendary strategic balance?
