Under the intoxicating moonlight, Shen He and Jeanne were pressed close together.
They talked about many things.
Shen He spoke about his past, when he was just an ordinary person.
Back then, he lived a very ordinary life. He had decent but not top-tier grades in school, got into a decent but not top-tier university, and found a decent but not top-tier job. Thinking about it, the only time he truly remembered was when he worked hard for his dreams during high school.
Jeanne was envious of this.
She also spoke about her mother, her younger siblings, and her life in the countryside.
Although it wasn't as exciting as the last two years of her life, there was a simple joy in every day.
When she was young, she was a wild child and often fought with others. Because she couldn't match them in strength, she developed a unique skill of poking people in the eyes.
"I really want to go back and see what you were like back then," Shen He said with a hint of longing.
"If you really went, you'd regret it," Jeanne said, pursing her lips and shaking her head. "The conditions back then were far worse than they are now. Even without war and famine, people died easily, especially children. If they got sick, all they could do was pray. I, too, fell ill once, and it was only after miraculously surviving that I became a devout believer."
"...The history books don't say anything like that."
Shen He's fingers traced down Jeanne's snow-white back, the warmth and incredibly smooth texture against his fingertips captivating him.
"History books wouldn't record a dull, insignificant little country girl," Jeanne said, a little nervously, looking at Shen He. "But for me, the seventeen years before I went to war were the days that made up the majority of my life. Master, you're in love with a country girl who doesn't understand anything."
"It's okay, I'll teach you."
Shen He suddenly noticed the vibrant red lips so close to him.
Heroic Spirits were truly incredible beings. Even at this close distance, he couldn't see a single flaw on Jeanne's face.
There was also a faint scent, like the fragrance of violets, constantly caressing his nostrils.
He hesitated for less than a second before, giving in to his desire, he lowered his head and gently kissed the alluring upper lip.
"Mmph..."
This sudden kiss caused Jeanne to let out a muffled gasp, her eyes widening instantly, her cheeks flushing crimson like a burning cloud.
And then, in the next moment—
Shen He's arms were empty.
This girl had actually turned into a spirit and escaped.
Shen He clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"The, the big dog is almost here to pick us up."
Jeanne reappeared beside Shen He, keeping a distance that showed she wanted to be close but was also a little timid.
Her skin was flushed with a light crimson. To still be here with Shen He after that sudden attack was almost the limit of what she could endure.
"Okay." Shen He nodded contentedly.
He understood the principle of moderation; the future was long, and important feelings needed to be cherished.
However, Shen He ultimately overestimated himself. The consequence of suppressing his desires was that he couldn't fall asleep for almost the entire night.
He kept a silly grin on his face, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, his mind muddled.
But his Superman-like physique meant he didn't feel tired at all. Until the first ray of sunlight poured in from the window, he suddenly felt a motivation, a longing for every day to come.
What's the difference between being a single dog and a lovey-dovey dog?
Actually, not much. It's just that every day you get woken up by a gentle voice, someone quietly accompanies you while you work, and when you're free, you can openly stare at your adorable lover.
Occasionally, you can also get handsy. Other than that, there are just little things like holding hands, feeding each other, and using a lap as a pillow. With Chaldea's expansion, more and more people joined, and Shen He still had a lot to do.
For example, the hearings Steve participated in were just a formality. Tony had already taken care of the relevant connections beforehand. After the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., Shen He had already entered the world's Security Council's sights, but as long as they weren't caught red-handed, and considering the strength they had displayed, he believed these people wouldn't dare to easily test his bottom line.
On the fifth day, the Kingdom of Attilan finally finished dealing with their own matters and arrived as scheduled. This time, Black Bolt personally came, bringing his Queen and several royal attendants.
"Hill, give us the information you've gathered," Shen He said directly after a brief exchange of greetings.
"Yes, sir." Hill walked to the screen and turned on the projection. "After we learned the location of their tribe from the prisoners we captured earlier, we immediately sent people to investigate. They were very cautious and chose to relocate as soon as they realized they might be exposed, but we've been tracking them."
The projection showed some footage that had been filmed.
The person who appeared most frequently was a woman with several scars on her face.
"Lincoln claims to be their leader, and that Jiaying gave them a home." Shen He glanced at Lincoln, who was being held to the side. "But from our perspective, the strict rules set by Jiaying have intensified the Inhumans' fear and hatred of humans. They've isolated themselves, forbidding excessive contact with the outside world. If we were to go to them like this, we'd basically have to resort to violence to solve the problem."
Black Bolt also looked at Lincoln, then stood up and walked over, gesturing. Medusa translated for him.
"Do you know who we are?"
"...I know." Lincoln was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "The King of the Inhumans."
Shen He and the others had already told him about the city of Attilan and Black Bolt in the past few days.
"You are also an Inhuman, the bloodline we left on Earth. If you have the opportunity to return to a home that truly belongs to you, would you be willing?" Black Bolt continued to ask.
"...Of course I would...my King." Lincoln finally lowered his head.
Jiaying did indeed cultivate a form of racism, but it was precisely this ideology that fostered a sense of kinship among them when facing their own kind.
Not to mention, Black Bolt's status as the King of the Inhumans put considerable pressure on Lincoln.
Black Bolt placed his hand on Lincoln's shoulder. Shen He gave Hill a look, and she pressed a button, automatically releasing the electric collar around Lincoln's neck.
"They simply yearn to find a home," Black Bolt gestured towards Shen He. "Why don't we try to make contact first, purely as Inhumans?"
"That's indeed more appropriate," Shen He nodded, then looked at Hill. "What was Skye's reaction after learning about her origins?"
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