novelraw Chapter 70 Is Brother Crying?
Chapter 70 Is Brother Crying?
Ling Suyu slowly walked back to his room, his heart beating faster and faster as the distance between them shortened.
He took a deep breath; the door, which he could usually open easily, now required some mental preparation.
The door was finally opened, and in the dark bedroom, only a bedside lamp shone dimly.
The rich, sweet aroma of strawberry cake wafted over, enveloping Ling Suyu completely.
His eyes instantly reddened, his gaze fixed on the bulge on the bed.
Hearing the noise, Wen Shumu blushed and crawled out from under the covers.
Seeing that it was Ling Suyu who had returned, he hurriedly got up and was about to get out of bed.
Lifting the blanket, her shapely calves were immediately exposed to the air.
"Brother, you're back!"
Ling Suyu's expression changed drastically. His icy blue eyes resembled those of a predator in the wilderness, eager to devour the unsuspecting prey before him.
Omega wasn't wearing pants.
He was still wearing his black pajamas loosely on his upper body. The buttons were fastened tightly, but the clothes were too big. Even when Wen Shumu wore them, most of his collarbone was still exposed, and the sleeves were so long that they covered his hands.
His injection of inhibitors does not mean he can completely resist Ling Suyu's pheromones.
Previously, inhibitors were sufficient to get through the difficult times, but now it's completely different.
Moreover, the temporary mark between Ling Suyu and him has not yet faded.
His mind was filled with thoughts of what Ling Suyu was doing right now.
He was originally lying quietly in his bed to rest, but then he got up and started reading, but eventually he couldn't even concentrate on reading anymore.
With Ling Suyu not by his side, he had to think of other ways.
The bed was large, and the waiter changed the sheets every day. Ling Suyu hadn't slept on this bed since he left, and the fresh scent of melting snow was so faint that it was almost nonexistent.
It wasn't until he wandered into the dressing room and buried himself in Ling Suyu's clothes that Wen Shumu finally felt a little relieved.
A delicate fragrance lingered around me, making me feel as if Ling Suyu was still by my side.
Now, Wen Shumu, barefoot on the floor, ran a few steps forward to Ling Suyu.
Ling Suyu's room didn't have a luxurious carpet, perhaps because the floor was too cold. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Shumu lowered his head and took another step forward.
Ling Suyu's expression froze, and he lowered his eyes, his thick, dark eyelashes unable to conceal the redness rising in his eyes.
Two fair feet appeared on the cold, hard military boots. They were well-proportioned and delicate, with rounded toes and thin skin. A few pale blue veins could be seen through the cold white skin.
Wen Shumu could only maintain this posture for a few seconds before he lost his balance. Unwilling to back down, he quickly raised his hand and tightly wrapped it around Alpha's waist.
This way, it fits snugly against Ling Suyu's chest, and Wen Shumu is satisfied. He rubs his flushed face against Ling Suyu's chest.
But soon, he touched the silver metal on his uniform with his finger: "This is poking my face."
Ling Suyu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly bent down, picked up Wen Shumu, and put him back on the bed.
Wen Shumu felt weak all over and could only prop himself up on his elbows, looking up at the Alpha standing by the bed.
The hand with distinct knuckles slowly moved upwards, beginning to unbutton the military uniform, while the dark, icy blue eyes remained fixed on Wen Shumu without blinking.
Wen Shumu felt so much pressure from being stared at that he could no longer support himself with his elbows and sank into the soft bed, completely defenseless.
He watched as Ling Suyu took off his shirt, and a cool, refreshing fragrance began to waft through the air.
The bed continued to sink, and a deep, slightly husky voice came from beside my ear: "It's not uncomfortable now, is it?"
"It's still uncomfortable, but... it's not the clothes anymore, it's something else..." Wen Shumu reached out and clung to Alpha's back, his face and neck flushed.
"Xiao Mu, I am your Alpha." Ling Suyu looked at him for a while, then gently kissed his fair cheek. "Even when you're in front of me, I can't control myself."
Wen Shumu felt as if he had been electrocuted, and he almost lost the ability to think.
With Ling Suyu there, his anxiety was immediately relieved.
The kiss moved to the lips, gradually becoming more passionate.
His large hand reached for the edge of the pajamas.
The warmth that had been covering his lips suddenly vanished, and Wen Shumu opened his eyes, casting a questioning look.
The warmth of a hand on his back caused Wen Shumu's pupils to tremble slightly. Looking at the Alpha's unreadable expression, he whispered, "Brother..."
The skin under my palm is different from the rest of my body; it's uneven, like a scar.
Ling Suyu's expression was extremely tense, and his voice trembled slightly: "What... happened here?"
Wen Shumu avoided eye contact, not daring to meet his gaze.
The excitement that had been building in his heart and body had cooled down, and Wen Shumu was now completely sober. All he could think about was regret. He shouldn't have provoked Ling Suyu at this time; he should have stayed far away from him.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Ling Suyu didn't let him off the hook for the first time, her expression resolute: "Xiao Mu, tell me."
Wen Shumu bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears.
I'm afraid I'll scare you.
He said he was afraid of scaring Ling Suyu, but he himself looked more like a frightened deer, his face full of fear and unease.
Upon hearing this, Ling Suyu's expression grew even more unpleasant.
Xiao Mu said she was afraid of scaring him, wondering just how serious the injury was...
He suppressed his negative emotions as much as possible and said gently, "Sweetie, let me see."
Wen Shumu knew he couldn't escape, so he turned his back, grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, and lifted it up, exposing part of his back to the Alpha.
The dim bedside lamp softened the outlines, casting a warm filter on everything, but it couldn't hide the grotesque whip marks crisscrossing the cold, jade-like skin. Some looked like they had been there for many years, while others were fresh wounds from the last two years.
There was complete silence behind him, so quiet that Wen Shumu could hear his own anxious heartbeat.
Wen Shumu didn't want Ling Suyu to see it, and was about to lower the hem of her clothes when she felt a light touch on her back with fingers.
As if an electric current was spreading through his fingers and throughout his body, he trembled, then quickly stopped moving.
Fingers, like lingering butterflies, drifted over the whip marks.
Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Wen Shumu felt the hand on his back trembling.
"It looks terrible, doesn't it?" He gave a wry smile.
Before Ling Suyu could respond, Wen Shumu gasped as an arm wrapped around his waist. The butterfly flew away, replaced by soft, cool lips that pressed against his back.
Devout and gentle, yet filled with endless heartache.
He kissed every whip mark.
In this quiet space lit only by a bedside lamp, the senses seem to become more acute.
The arms wrapped around his waist trembled slightly. Wen Shumu noticed a dampness on his back and sensed the Alpha's disordered aura.
Is my brother crying?