Interstellar Empire, Your Highness, please don’t get sick.

When the servants came to clear away the dishes, they asked, "Master, which guest room should be cleaned for Mr. Yan?"

"No need to clean it up." Song Tingxi said surprisingly, "He sleeps in my bedroom."

The steward in charge of cleaning was startled, raised his head and blurted out: "Master, is this inappropriate?"

"My guests are naturally arranged by me. Do you have any objections?"

Song Tingxi's words were cold, and the servants were afraid of his power. They immediately did not dare to say anything more and retreated calmly.

Now it was Yan Zhao's turn to be dissatisfied. He expressed his true feelings and asked: "Why do you want me to live in the same room with you?"

"Because our servants will stay in the guest room to serve. If you want someone to stay by your bedside, you can ask them to come back."

After hearing this, Yan Zhao was shocked by the habits of aristocratic families, and could not tell that Song Tingxi had lied, so he had to ask: "Then where should I sleep?"

Song Tingxi took him to the back bedroom. The bed was so big that it looked like it was two and a half meters tall.

"Is it big enough? It's definitely more comfortable than the bed you sleep in in the dormitory."

Song Tingxi thought that he would have to persuade Yan Zhao before he would agree to sleep in the same bed. Unexpectedly, he had no awareness of this at all and quickly agreed.

Song Tingxi was stunned when she saw him pick up the pajamas prepared by the servant and walk into the bathroom.

After pacing back and forth in the bedroom several times, Song Tingxi connected the bracelet to the tablet and made an emergency call to his reading companion Li Yiwei.

"Master, what's the matter?" Li Yiwei had just returned home and was playing a holographic game excitedly.

He was lying in the holographic cabin, his face illuminated by the light, and he looked a bit melancholy in the video.

Song Tingxi looked solemn and asked: "Let me ask you, if the person you like is taking a bath in your bathroom, what should you do?"

Li Yiwei was so frightened that he opened the holographic cabin, stood up and asked, "What? Master, do you have someone you like?"

"I just discovered it." Song Tingxi didn't want to say too much, "You usually have a wide range of social contacts, so you should be very experienced in this kind of thing."

Li Yiwei smiled bitterly: "Master, what experience do I have? But, um... I don't think you should be too impatient. According to you, people don't like you, right?"

"Ahem." Song Tingxi did not answer directly. Based on their previous interactions with him, it was already a blessing that Yan Zhao didn't hate him.

Li Yiwei heard the doorway and sighed.

Song Tingxi was as strong as ever: "But I created this opportunity just to get closer. If I do nothing, wouldn't it be a waste?"

Li Yiwei is worthy of being the loser who has given the young master advice since childhood. After thinking about it for a moment, he immediately said: "How about you take the initiative to blow-dry her hair? It takes a long time for girls to blow-dry their hair. You can take the opportunity to chat and get close to each other."

"Okay." Song Tingxi did not correct the gender and hung up the call in doubt.

Yan Zhao took a quick shower, walked out wearing dark blue cotton pajamas and a towel on his head.

Song Tingxi was a little nervous. She picked up the hair dryer and stepped forward and said, "I'll help you dry your hair."

"Are you okay?" Yan Zhao was a little worried. Song Tingxi has been really abnormal recently. Could it be that something unexpected happened?

Song Tingxi cursed Li Yiwei secretly in her heart. She glanced at her bookshelf from the corner of her eye and had an idea.

"Don't you like reading? I'll help you dry your hair, and you can read carefully."

He threw a tome into Yan Zhao's arms. Unexpectedly, he hit it crookedly. Yan Zhao couldn't move his eyes away when he saw the title of the book.

"It's "Royal Mecha Secrets"..." He held the book and looked up at Song Tingxi in surprise.

Song Tingxi pressed him on the chair and turned on the hair dryer.

To be honest, I have a full body dryer at home, and Song Tingxi dries quickly every time.

After finally getting the servant to donate a hair dryer, Song Tingxi was careful not to burn Yan Zhao.

Yan Zhao was already immersed in the novel mechas introduced in the book and had long forgotten about Song Tingxi's strange behavior.

Song Tingxi touched his black hair, and ran her fingers through the black hair, feeling so soft that she couldn't help but breathe softly.

In the bedroom, apart from the sound of the hair dryer, the only sound was Yan Zhao turning the pages of books.

It wasn't until his hair became dry and soft and Song Tingxi sat down opposite him that Yan Zhao raised his head and said happily: "Thank you, I didn't expect you to show me this!"

Song Tingxi's fingers curled up, as if the wonderful touch in her hair just now was still there.

"It's nothing." He said vaguely.

Yan Zhao knew that only the most powerful people could obtain such internal information in the palace. If the secret is leaked, there will be serious consequences.

Song Tingxi's trust in him surprised him.

The atmosphere became harmonious, Song Tingxi turned on the projector and suggested watching a movie together. But Yan Zhao is more interested in TV programs because he hasn't watched Capital Star's satellite TV yet.

Song Tingxi thought that watching TV would be boring, but she didn't expect that Yan Zhao was full of witty words and rarely talked at all, but he was merciless when he complained about TV series.

Song Tingxi listened with great interest, and unknowingly it reached 12 o'clock.

"It's time to sleep!" Yan Zhao suddenly jumped up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

When the two of them lay on the bed, Yan Zhao covered himself with a quilt and suddenly said: "Did you know? Although our Edge 24 satellite counts as hours a day, it actually only goes dark once every two days, so I made a lot of light energy instruments. , our family doesn’t have to pay the electricity bill.”

This was the first time Yan Zhao mentioned life in his hometown to Song Tingxi.

Song Tingxi turned her head and looked at him from the darkness.

He was born in the poorest place in the entire galaxy, but he is neither humble nor arrogant. He can always find joy in life and live leisurely and contentedly.

How did his parents raise such a child?

"In the entire γ galaxy, there are only three planets in the star system that have an environment similar to the ancient Earth." Song Tingxi said softly, "The people living in these three planets are either rich or noble. Do you want to live in these three planets in the future? Place?"

Yan Zhao thought that it was a strange experience to talk to Song Tingxi. He had only told this to Wei Shaojie before.

"I may not settle on a certain planet." Yan Zhao said honestly, "I will go to many planets, maybe with the army."

Before Song Tingxi could react, Yan Zhao yawned: "Huh... I have to go to bed quickly. Shao Jie has an appointment with me for a video chat tomorrow morning."

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed into a comfortable position, pulled the quilt to his neck, and closed his eyes peacefully to sleep.

Yan Zhao's wish to join the Galaxy Army was instantly forgotten by Song Tingxi. I almost forgot that the most dangerous person today is not Guan You, who is as emotionally insensitive as Yan Zhao, but his childhood sweetheart Wei Shaojie.

After turning over several times without falling asleep, Song Tingxi couldn't help but put her hand into Yan Zhao's quilt, touched his arm, and poked him.

"Yan Zhao, Yan Zhao?"

"Well……"

Yan Zhao had few worries and fell asleep quickly. He fell asleep in a daze, and after being disturbed, he turned over, grumbled dissatisfied, and continued to sleep.

Song Tingxi raised her body from the other side of the big bed and slowly came over.