Chapter 89.2
Offer It to My Princess (2)
Three hours later.
Wen Yao walked quickly toward Mu Heng, her eyes lit up, and her breathing was rapid from excitement.
She had a phone in her hand, covering the microphone with one hand, and said, "Sir, we've found him!"
Mu Heng was stunned, stood up, and walked over with big steps.
After a simple wash, his clothes and gloves were all new. Except for his pale face, Mu Heng looked almost indistinguishable from his usual self.
He took the phone from Wen Yao's hand and put it to his ear.
The old butler's voice came from the other side of the microphone. "Sir, are you looking for Shi An?"
Mu Heng gave a simple "mm."
"He had already returned home two days ago. But probably because he was too tired, he has been sleeping." The old butler's old and vibrant voice came through the microphone. "Do you need me to get him to answer the call-"
Only then did Mu Heng feel his heart drop slightly.
He lifted his hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "There's no need."
"I'll be right there."
Mu Heng hung up the phone and looked at Wen Yao with a steady gaze. "So, you guys have never considered calling Shi An's home during this long period?"
Wen Yao: "..."
She lowered her head in shame.
The truth was, for the past few days, all the members of the Bureau had focused most of their attention on finding Mu Heng. No matter how good Wen Yao was to Shi An, one missing student was not worth mentioning compared to Mu Heng's whereabouts-even for Wen Yao.
Mu Heng was aware of this point as well.
He narrowed his eyes. "There will be no next time."
The phone was tossed into Wen Yao's hands and her superior's cold voice came overhead. "His safety will be the priority of your work, understand?"
Wen Yao was stunned and nodded her head dumbly.
After saying that, Mu Heng pulled up his coat that was hitched to the back of the chair, turned around, and hurriedly walked out.
***
Next to the phone, Black Smoke and the demon insect breathed a sigh of relief in unison.
Great, just in time.
"Are you sure the illusion you created will be enough?" The demon insect asked with a bit of uncertainty in its voice.
Black Smoke answered, "Are you questioning the level of my power?"
The demon insect coughed, looked in the other direction, and muttered, "... Just in case!"
After flying out of the cave, Shi An found the clothes he had hidden outside earlier with difficulty, then flew back distortedly, leaving the job of creating an alibi to Black Smoke.
It implanted memories for the housekeeper downstairs while Shi An ran straight upstairs to sleep.
The Eye looked worriedly in the direction of upstairs and said, "Speaking of which, is the Lord okay?"
"That's right. What happened to the Lord? It seems he's not doing so well." The demon insect showed a thoughtful look.
Black smoke suddenly thought of something and let out a shout of realization.
"Could it be... Could it be the potion..."
The demon insect was shocked. "Could it be? So fast?"
Black Smoke said, "It won't be so fast normally, but if the magic power happens to be unstable, the potion's effectiveness will also be unstable..."
The demon insect exclaimed, "... Fuck! Why didn't you fucking mention something earlier?"
The Eye was bewildered. "What are you guys talking about?"
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang.
The unaware old butler ran to open the door.
The three demonic creatures fell silent abruptly.
The demon insect asked dryly, "I remember... Mu Heng seemed to say he would be here soon, didn't he?"
***
The silver-haired man stood outside the door, his eyes calm, his spine upright.
"Sir, you're here." The old butler bowed and let in the other party with a smile on his kind face. "You don't have to come here personally..."
Mu Heng shook his head. "I insist."
He raised his eyes, glanced toward the top of the stairs, and asked, "Is Shi An upstairs?"
The butler nodded his head. "Yes."
He sighed.
"Since returning, he never came downstairs. I'm very worried..."
Mu Heng said, "I will take a look at him."
He was led inside the villa.
Since he had long known the way to Shi An's room, Mu Heng politely refused the old butler's lead.
He had his coat on one arm and walked up the stairs.
The corridor was silent and not far from the end, the door of Shi An's room was closed.
Mu Heng walked to the door and bent his knuckles to knock, but at that moment, he frowned.
A heavy and painful gasping could be heard through the door panel.
Mu Heng's pupils shrank.
Before he had time to think, his hand had already moved.
The door of the room was pushed open.
Shi An's room was very dim, the curtains were haphazardly covered, and faint shadows enveloped the limited space.
The bed and the young man in the quilt were vaguely visible in the sinking darkness.
"Shi An?" Mu Heng frowned, his voice subconsciously softened. "Are you okay?"
He subconsciously closed the door behind himself and stepped towards the bed.
The young man's small face was immersed in shadow, appearing as fine white as porcelain. His long and dense eyelashes hung low, quivering and trembling. His eyes narrowed into slits and gleamed with water.
Mu Heng gently sat on the edge of the bed, took off his gloves, and touched the sweaty forehead of the other party with his fingertips.
"Unwell?"
At the moment of being touched by the man's dry and warm fingers, Shi An's body trembled. He raised his eyes, and his breath was delicate and disordered.
"Oh..."
His voice was hoarse, with a little bit of a seducing sob in it.
"Uncomfortable."
Mu Heng's fingertips paused slightly.
The knot in his throat involuntarily rolled up and down and his voice became slightly hoarse. "Let's go. I'll take you to the hospital."
However, before he could retract his hand, it was clutched by the young man's slender, cold fingers.
Shi An drowsily pressed his face over.
Unlike the temperature of his fingers, his face was hot and tender. "... Not going to the hospital."
The young man mumbled instead, "Touch me."