Part 2
Coincidentally, this guy was too good at gauging limits. He was always dancing on the edge of Bai Mu’s bottom line, yet he always managed to stop at the right time before Bai Mu exploded. His control of limits was infuriating.
Han Naijin looked at Bai Mu with a beaming smile. Before Bai Mu could truly lose his temper, he said seriously again, “Lift your hand a bit. I need to press the inner side of your arm.”
Bai Mu looked back at Han Naijin with a sour expression. Han Naijin was still holding his hands up, waiting for his move. Facing Bai Mu’s sharp gaze, Han Naijin acted as if he were oblivious, returning a confused expression and bringing his ointment-covered hands before Bai Mu’s eyes, as if to say, “What are you dawdling for?”
If Bai Mu’s current mood could be visualized, a large, flaming character would be hanging over his head—
Endure!
After several deep breaths, Bai Mu finally raised his arm slowly.
Han Naijin curled his lips to suppress a laugh.
The arm that entered Han Naijin’s vision was fair and delicate, with beautiful lines. Under the effect of the ointment, it appeared even smoother and softer. In that instant, that emotion he had suppressed—the desire to do something to the person before him—rushed to his head again, shouting in his blood.
Han Naijin’s gaze moved slowly along Bai Mu’s arm. His gaze swept across Bai Mu’s shoulders and neck with a stroking force, passed over the shoulder blades, and followed the arm down to the fingertips. He even wanted to catch a glimpse of the delicate skin beneath the fabric.
Han Naijin felt his mouth go dry. He recalled the scene outside Ponce Casino that day—those greedy, desire-filled gazes that fell on Bai Mu. He also recalled the teasing words of Zhang Qing and Situ:
“This kind of sickly beauty…”
“Such a cute Omega…”
Even Han Naijin had to admit that he was indeed very good-looking. Moreover, beneath that seemingly weak exterior was someone very resilient and decisive, even ruthless. This created a unique aura about him that, for an Alpha, held a strange and irresistible attraction.
Han Naijin pressed Bai Mu’s arm gently, his tone sounding casual: “Leaving in such a hurry… are you rushing to see your Alpha?”
Bai Mu turned his head slightly. He felt Han Naijin’s massage wasn’t as smooth as before—sometimes light, sometimes heavy. Perhaps he wasn’t focused enough while talking. Bai Mu didn’t think much of it. Ordinarily, he would choose to ignore such a boring question, and he should have done so now. Yet what escaped his lips was: “No.”
Once those words were said, Bai Mu felt Han Naijin’s movements become smooth again.
He heard Han Naijin say in a roguish manner, “I thought so. An Omega like you, who always has a cold face and is so fierce—what Alpha would dare to want you?”
Bai Mu looked up, not even bothering to make an expression. He gave Han Naijin a detached look. Han Naijin stiffened his neck, meeting Bai Mu’s gaze. “What? Am I wrong?”
Bai Mu swept a light glance over Han Naijin, his face still flat. He raised his hand and reached forward, his cold fingers landing on Han Naijin’s face, covering it gently for a moment. Under Han Naijin’s somewhat sluggish gaze, he withdrew his hand without a trace. “Commander, why is your face red? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
After Bai Mu spoke, a teasing smile appeared on his face. He was about to turn back when, with a sudden move, the back of his neck was gripped by Han Naijin’s large hand.
Han Naijin’s hand was covered in ointment, and the ointment spread across his neck. Wisps of the bitter medicinal scent drifted into Bai Mu’s nose and mouth. Bai Mu felt a shiver. The hand’s grip was quite strong; Bai Mu had to tilt his head back to avoid being pinched painfully. At this time, Han Naijin’s hand had moved from the back of his neck to his throat. Han Naijin’s gaze became dark and inscrutable, and his voice was somewhat raspy. “You keep provocative me… do you really trust that I can hold myself back?”
Han Naijin’s face closed in on Bai Mu, carrying a sense of oppression and aggression.
Bai Mu kept his head tilted back under Han Naijin’s force, but his eyelids were lowered, as if he didn’t take the threat before him seriously. “And what do you want to do if you can’t hold yourself back?”
This exceptionally handsome face of Bai Mu’s, paired with his current state of indifference bordering on disdain, was extremely seductive. Yet he acted as if he were completely unaware, which made Han Naijin feel even more feverish.
Bai Mu’s eyelashes flickered, and he finally looked up at Han Naijin. “Even my only light mecha has been taken by you. I’m already at your mercy.”
Han Naijin’s hand never relaxed its strength. Clear finger marks had already appeared on Bai Mu’s fair, tender neck, and his breathing began to grow labored. Bai Mu’s thin lips were partially open as he managed a slight curl of his mouth. “Commander, forcing an Omega is not exactly a glorious thing.”
In an instant, Han Naijin froze.
Although he knew Bai Mu couldn’t see through his extremely private thoughts, and he knew Bai Mu only said that to provoke him, Han Naijin still felt a massive impact and embarrassment. Han Naijin said each word deliberately, almost through gritted teeth: “That is not what I meant.”
Wait! That’s not right!
He clearly wanted to teach him a lesson and make him behave. How did it turn into him forcing an Omega?!
How did he get caught in this logic?
Bai Mu narrowed his eyes, his gaze meaningful.
After seeing through Bai Mu’s trick, Han Naijin let out a soft laugh. He suddenly leaned in close to Bai Mu, took a deep breath near his cheek, and then acted as if he were savoring it. His expression looked like that of a lecherous deviant. Even knowing Han Naijin was doing it to disgust him, the corners of Bai Mu’s mouth still couldn’t stop twitching.
Han Naijin won back a round and was satisfied. He said with a beaming smile, “Don’t worry. This Commander knows how to cherish beauty; I won’t do anything while you’re injured. But if you’re restless again next time, I can’t guarantee anything.”
After saying that, Han Naijin finally removed his hand from Bai Mu’s neck and stood up to go to the bathroom.
After washing his hands, Han Naijin sat back by the bed and took out a repair bandage to wrap around Bai Mu’s arm, round after round. He returned to his casual self, saying as he wrapped, “Alright, stop being angry. It was just taking your light mecha; is it really worth it?”
Han Naijin taking his mecha had caused his plan to leave to go up in smoke, and he was indeed full of frustration. Yet Han Naijin had also gone through the trouble of massaging him for so long. Bai Mu only felt his mind was in a mess—a mess like never before.
Once he finished bandaging the arm, Han Naijin spoke in a serious tone: “I’ve already treated the injury on your shoulder. It shouldn’t hurt anymore tonight when you sleep, but you should be careful not to put pressure on it.”
Bai Mu nodded and said “Okay.”
Han Naijin picked up the small medicine box and walked out of the room. After he left, Bai Mu also got up and went to the bathroom to wipe off the residual ointment from his neck. He raised his hand to touch those distinct finger marks on his neck and stared into the mirror for a long time. Finally, his Adam’s apple slid slowly, as if he had swallowed some indescribable flavor.
Bai Mu lay back on the bed but couldn’t sleep soundly. He couldn’t touch his arm and kept waking up. This continued until the next day, when Situ brought Zhang Qing over.
When Situ and Zhang Qing saw the undeniable finger marks on his neck, their expressions became extremely colorful once more. Bai Mu had to pretend not to notice. After Zhang Qing checked him over again, he spent the day resting in bed. During this time, Han Naijin had someone send him a comms device.
Purchasing a comms device required real-name verification; this one was registered under Han Naijin’s name. Bai Mu opened it. There was only one contact in the list: Han Naijin. Furthermore, a significant amount of money had been deposited into the device’s account. Bai Mu stared at that string of numbers. He truly was like a dodder flower now, living as a parasite of Han Naijin.
Bai Mu spent several days at the manor recovering from his injuries, not going to the mecha base and not seeing Han Naijin. Han Naijin had been leaving early and returning late these days, preparing for Independence Day.
As the most important festival in Laea City, Independence Day was also the first large-scale government-led gathering since Han Naijin took office as Consul. Whether everything went smoothly on this day was directly related to whether Han Naijin could continue as Consul.
Bai Mu also saw on the star network that the citizens of Laea City had great expectations for this Independence Day. Parades, carnivals—everyone had planned a colorful array of activities for the day.
But all of this seemed to have nothing to do with Bai Mu. He was an outsider and someone who didn’t like excitement. He couldn’t personally experience the jubilation of others for Independence Day.
Time flew by, and it was the night before Independence Day. Before preparing to sleep, Bai Mu inadvertently glanced toward the room in the main building. The Consul’s office was still brightly lit.
He must still be busy.
Bai Mu let out a yawn, feeling sleepy. He got into bed to sleep.
Just then, the comms device flashed. A message popped up from the only contact in his list:
[Wake up early tomorrow to watch the ceremony.]
Bai Mu looked at the message, debating between going and not going for a long while. Finally, he replied:
[Okay.]
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