Peking Opera

What was that sound???

Lu Heng's eyes widened in terror, and he slowly turned his neck, seeming to hear the scrape of bone against bone. Then—

Lu Heng sucked in a sharp breath!

He had seen a hand! A hand was crawling out from under the bed!! Then came a shoulder!!! And a head!!!!

Lu Heng stared fearfully beneath the bed, every pore on his body opening as his hairs stood on end at a visible rate. He clutched the summer quilt over himself tightly, trembling like a baby leopard that had spotted its natural predator!

When Wei Linxuan crawled out from beneath the bed, holding his head, he saw Lu Heng staring wide-eyed with a terrifying expression, as though he had seen a ghost.

Wei Linxuan: "???"

Lu Heng: "!!!"

Peking Opera

A few minutes later, Wei Linxuan, who had been kicked off the bed, rubbed his shoulder as he poured Lu Heng a glass of water and handed it to him.

Still shaken, Lu Heng sat against the headboard with his knees hugged in his arms and his chin resting on them. His expression was blank, his hair limp, and he looked nothing like the shrewd, composed person he had been during the contract negotiations.

Wei Linxuan smiled. The frustration of finally falling asleep only to be kicked out of bed had mostly dissipated. He bent one leg and knelt on the bed, pressing the cup in his hand against Lu Heng's cheek as he said with a grin, "Here, have some water to calm yourself down."

The cool touch brought Lu Heng back to his senses. He blinked and took the cup blankly.

No one knew that the kung fu superstar who had portrayed countless heroic roles on the big screen, beloved by millions of male and female fans—the little hero who, at fourteen after being reborn, had dared to confront seven or eight human traffickers... was actually afraid of ghosts!

He was a bona fide severe ghost-phobia sufferer who did not dare listen to ghost stories, watch horror movies, or even hear songs that were the slightest bit eerie or frightening. If he accidentally heard one, he would dwell on it all night and scare himself.

Lu Heng took small sips of water. The warm water was sweet, as though honey had been added to it. He looked at Wei Linxuan in confusion. Wei Linxuan smiled and said, "I came back too late last night, and staying up made me feel unwell, so I mixed myself a cup of honey water. Then I got lazy and didn't take the honey back to the kitchen, figuring it would be fine to return it in the morning."

Having said that, Wei Linxuan glanced at Lu Heng again and said with a smile, "But now that I think about it, I was quite farsighted."

Lu Heng: "..."

Avoiding Wei Linxuan's teasing gaze, Lu Heng awkwardly looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table—it was not yet five o'clock.

He had gone to sleep at eleven last night. At that point, there had still been no word from Wei Linxuan.

"When did you get back?" The question filling Lu Heng's mind finally came out.

"Past two last night, I guess!" Wei Linxuan rubbed his faintly aching shoulder.

Because Lu Heng's group had been delayed in J City for too long, filming in Lu Family Village had already been completed while filming for the Beijing group had yet to begin.

After formally signing Lu Heng on behalf of Huaxia Imperial Entertainment, Wei Linxuan returned to Lu Family Village once more for the program's subsequent promotion. His main purpose was to shoot additional footage that would better promote Lu Heng's image as a "little hero who acted bravely for a just cause." This included how Father Lu had taught Lu Heng to box and even hunt, where Lu Heng usually liked to practice martial arts, and what the village children thought about Lu Heng knowing martial arts and becoming a little hero.

Once that work was done, Wei Linxuan immediately led the entire crew back to Beijing, scrambling to make time for post-production.

But the moment Wei Linxuan got home, he discovered that his parents had arranged for Lu Heng to stay in his room. He had initially intended to make do in the guest room, but once he lay down, his habit of being unable to sleep in an unfamiliar bed kicked in. After tossing and turning without falling asleep, Wei Linxuan had no choice but to sneak back into his room. He had barely fallen asleep before someone kicked him under the bed.

After saying this, Wei Linxuan glanced at Lu Heng again. Lu Heng had gradually calmed down and was beginning to feel embarrassed. Wei Linxuan gave a frivolous whistle. "Nice body!"

Following Wei Linxuan's gaze, Lu Heng looked down at his pajamas. Probably because he had been too frightened just now, more than half of the neatly fastened buttons had come undone, exposing the faint outline of his six-pack abs.

Lu Heng awkwardly fastened his buttons, rose to his feet, and said, "Well... you should sleep. I'll go out for a walk!"

"Now?" Wei Linxuan raised a brow and looked doubtfully at the sky outside, which had not yet fully brightened. He offered a friendly suggestion: "Why not sleep a little longer? We still have to film the show during the day."

"No, no." Lu Heng waved his hands repeatedly. "I'm awake already. I won't be able to sleep even if I lie down again."

"All right, then!" Wei Linxuan nodded and pointed toward the bathroom. "You know how to use it, right?"

Lu Heng nodded.

Wei Linxuan continued, "The clothes are all in the closet. Pick whatever you like. Whichever set you choose is my gift to you."

Lu Heng: "..." Something about that felt wrong.

But Wei Linxuan had already lifted the quilt and burrowed into bed. He had not gotten home until after two last night, and it had been past three by the time he fell asleep. Before five, he had been kicked off the bed. This sleep had been utterly miserable, and he had no energy to politely banter with Lu Heng.

By the time Lu Heng carefully finished washing up, getting dressed, and doing everything else in the bathroom, Wei Linxuan had completely fallen into the arms of the Duke of Zhou. He occupied the entire bed in an extremely domineering posture, clutching the pillow and quilt Lu Heng had been using tightly in his arms... Lu Heng blinked, feeling as though he had forgotten something!

He tiptoed out of the bedroom, then tiptoed downstairs. Old Master Wei, who was standing in the living room stretching his arms, looked up at the sound and said with a smile, "It's Little Heng. You're up quite early!"

Grandma Wei also said with a smile, "Your grandfather and I were just getting ready to go for a stroll. When people get old, they don't need as much sleep. Our bodies aren't as good as they used to be, and we still like to eat, so we can only exercise more."

"Good morning, Grandpa Wei. Good morning, Grandma Wei." Lu Heng obediently greeted them from the stairs.

Grandma Wei smiled. "Good morning to you too, Little Heng. Why are you up so early? Children your age usually like sleeping in, don't they? Your Brother Linxuan is exactly like that—he won't sleep at night, then can't get up in the morning. Getting him out of bed is harder than anything. He only got home in the middle of the night yesterday, so today he'll definitely find an excuse not to get up all day."