Chapter 77: Kitten Scratching: Dead Cute.
Lin Mo’s gaze fixed on that clear, glamorous face. The lines were soft, and the jet-black, clear eyes reflected his figure. His unclear brain felt like an overheated, overloaded machine, hotter now.
His eyes moved slightly. He took it, unscrewed the jar, dipped in the ointment, and slowly rubbed it on.
Hands soaked in saline too long, sensitivity of nerve endings decreased. His fingers were a bit clumsy, grasping things a little difficult. Lin Mo gripped the ointment tightly, like holding a treasure, unwilling to let go easily.
Only then did Lin Mo see clearly his own hands, severely shriveled and wrinkled, fingertips slightly swollen. His skin had become white and wrinkled, like old tree bark, very unsightly.
Lin Mo had thought of faking illness or pity to win a glance from Tang Xingye, but absolutely didn’t want to use a disgusting, ugly side.
Tang Xingye’s gaze was focused and serious, watching him apply medicine. At this moment, the gaze Lin Mo craved became an executioner of slow slicing, finely cutting his flesh and blood, unable to dodge, forcing him to endure the pain abruptly.
Lin Mo felt a throb of pain. Inferiority complex surfaced again. He dug out a large chunk, smeared it on the back of his hand, and rubbed it casually.
Extremely shriveled skin being applied roughly produced intense stinging and burning. As if losing pain sensation, Lin Mo just wanted to end this slow slicing quickly.
Tang Xingye couldn’t stand him rubbing wildly like this. Not only was it ineffective, but it also wasted ointment.
He grabbed Lin Mo’s wrist and snatched the ointment. The other’s body stiffened for a moment, subconsciously wanting to withdraw his hand.
“Don’t move.”
Lin Mo’s heart tightened, like a dog leashed by its master, daring not to make rash moves.
Tang Xingye lowered his head. Fingertips dipped in milky white ointment carefully smeared it on the back of Lin Mo’s hand.
He stared at the long, constantly trembling eyelashes, like butterflies gently flapping beautiful wings. His heart and the back of his hand were both very itchy.
Cool, delicate touch, accompanied by a faint fragrance, fell on him like a handful of fresh snow, or like flowing moonlight.
Pleasure rose where skin touched, incredibly soft, experiencing the feeling of being pitied and loved by Tang Xingye.
The world seemed to turn colorful.
So thirsty.
Lin Mo hadn’t expected at all that Tang Xingye would wait for him, nor that he would be willing to apply medicine for him.
Dancing light and shadow flickered on the Beta’s eyelashes. The gentle, slow movements were very tender, avoiding causing further injury. When Tang Xingye bent down, Lin Mo saw the slender, snow-white neck and shoulder, the tender pink gland covered with glistening sheen, rising and falling with breathing.
Lin Mo looked away, voice slightly hoarse, “Thank you.”
“Done,” Tang Xingye let go, joking, “The debt of favor for the internship is written off.”
Lin Mo didn’t return the remaining ointment to Tang Xingye but carefully put it away in his pocket.
“Did you like the Omega from the daytime? You are exceptionally patient with Betas and Omegas.”
Hearing this, Tang Xingye was a bit surprised. He looked at Lin Mo’s expression. The usually cold, rational Alpha lowered his eyes slightly, voice very light, appearing somewhat fragile.
A tall Alpha showing this expression, the contrast was too great, giving Tang Xingye a bit of secret excitement. At the same time, he felt a subtle guilt.
There was no questioning in Lin Mo’s tone, but extreme bitterness, just wanting an answer. He hadn’t responded directly to Lin Mo’s confession, then turned around and didn’t refuse the Omega’s closeness; it inevitably seemed a bit like stringing people along.
“…”
Tang Xingye didn’t know how to explain. Regarding others’ secrets and privacy, he had always been tight-lipped, unable to reveal Huo Zhe’s actual situation. He met those pitch-black eyes; inside was like the tide at night, calm and waveless, yet a casual look from the person before him would stir up stormy waves.
The mint scent in his nose was rich but not stimulating. Tang Xingye’s gaze drifted away for a moment.
He turned to look at the aging, flickering streetlamp not far away, blinking on and off like a jumping candle flame.
In the night, Tang Xingye’s expression was blurred. He took out the mint candy Ji Chen secretly slipped into his pocket, tore open the wrapper, and stuffed it into his mouth. Cool sweetness spread on the tip of his tongue, alleviating a little melancholy.
After a while, Tang Xingye distanced himself from Lin Mo, then lifted his foot to walk toward the hotel.
Lin Mo: “?”
Lin Mo waited for Tang Xingye’s answer, but the person just walked away without any explanation.
Tang Xingye walked a few steps with hands behind his back, then looked back at him. “Aren’t you cold? Still want to blow in the wind here?”
Tang Xingye hooked his finger: “I’m tired. Don’t want to be woken up by the door opening in the middle of the night.”
Lin Mo followed, holding Tang Xingye’s hand. He saw Tang Xingye’s expression. “Is this tacit agreement?”
Tang Xingye laughed lightly: “Teacher Lin, is this repeating textbook definitions?”
He thought for a while, “I don’t hate him.”
“He is very like the past me.”
This sentence was very light, blown away in the wind the next second, but enough to calm the waves.
Lin Mo tightened his fingers and didn’t ask further.
Returning to the hotel, Tang Xingye showered and sat on the bed. He met the Alpha’s gaze; the other’s pitch-black, dark eyes stared straight at him.
“Shower.”
He was hugging a little bitter melon plushie, video calling with Lu Zhi.
He clearly checked his suitcase before leaving; there were no extra things inside. Ji Chen’s hand speed was quite something.
Lu Zhi looked at Tang Xingye in the frame, wearing soft loungewear, jet-black hair falling on his shoulders, snow-white cheek resting on the plushie. Dead cute.
Lu Zhi’s pitch-black eyes filled with expectation, clear and bright, like a puppy seeing its master, unable to wait: “I listened to you and didn’t appear in front of you. Is there a reward?”
Tang Xingye propped up his head, lazily lifting his eyelids to glance at him.
Just this careless glance.
Made Lu Zhi’s thoughts chaotic.
After being caught secretly stalking Tang Xingye, Lu Zhi couldn’t adjust his mindset and posted for help online.
The friends online were right. Being a husband requires magnanimity. Even if the wife has someone outside, as long as you serve the wife well and listen to the wife, the wife will naturally feel guilty towards you and return to your side, and this family will be harmonious and beautiful.
So what if Lin Mo can accompany Tang Xingye? He won’t get love, won’t get the wife’s red bellyband.
The title of “mistress” will be forever stamped on his soul, calling him to serve as a beast of burden in the next life to atone for his sins.
“Send me your hotel bill, I’ll pay for you guys.”
Tang Xingye: “…”
Their food and accommodation were fully covered by the annual meeting organizers; where was the need for them to pay? Lu Zhi started dreaming out loud again.
Tang Xingye was used to Lu Zhi talking to himself and scolded him for being sick as usual.
However, after he finished this sentence, the next second, the expression of the Alpha on the other side of the screen changed, his face showing a bit of discomfort.
The Alpha’s ear tips turned a bit red, shoulders trembling slightly, looking at Tang Xingye eagerly, like a poor puppy waiting for ignorant rescue. Tang Xingye’s gaze went down. Lu Zhi was erect, and hard at that.
Tang Xingye: “…”
Lu Zhi, this masochist, could get off on being scolded.
Seeing Tang Xingye’s indistinguishable expression, Lu Zhi hurriedly explained, “I didn’t mean to. It’s just that after signs of improvement in the disorder syndrome, it’s easy to overreact. Seeing you, I always can’t help it.”
Speaking of Pheromone Disorder Syndrome, Tang Xingye’s look became subtle, not good to continue scolding him. “Why didn’t you say your condition improved?”
“It hasn’t stabilized. Afraid of rejoicing in vain.” Lu Zhi drooped his brows and eyes, looking extremely helpless.
Tang Xingye subconsciously reached out his hand, grasping a few times in the void, patting his head to comfort him.
Those fingers were slender, fingertips glowing with a faint pink.
Kitten scratching.
So cute.
Lu Zhi’s eyes became obsessed and sticky. He couldn’t help leaning forward, face getting closer, but was pressed down by Tang Xingye’s finger. Clearly separated by a screen, he felt as if really touched, asking cautiously, “Baby, can I touch your hand?”
His breathing became heavier, veins popping on his forehead, looking like he was enduring something.
Lu Zhi actively showed weakness, voice hoarse, “Let me touch, okay?”
“Just once, I’ll just look, won’t rub against your…”
Tang Xingye pursed his lips. He didn’t want to watch the Alpha’s handiwork, hesitating in his heart. But seeing Lu Zhi seemed very uncomfortable being held up, and it was just looking at a hand, seemingly nothing much, he half-pushed half-agreed.
He turned his head and extended his hand.
Lu Zhi’s eyes went round, chest heaving violently, breathing messy. He stared infatuatedly at that hand, as if Tang Xingye was going to help him get it out.
Cold-faced kitten impatient, but also so cute.
Tang Xingye’s hand was so small, definitely couldn’t hold it.
Even with the AC on at 26 degrees, the room was still very hot. Sticky sweat constantly overflowed, sliding down from handsome, deep features.
Heavily imagining the delicate, soft hand, like melted cream, being squeezed out of shape.
Could see but couldn’t eat. Lu Zhi’s Adam’s apple rolled rapidly, thirsty to the point of pain.
He felt tightness, face twitching slightly.
Hideous dark color rising and falling.
“Hurry up, while Lin Mo hasn’t finished showering.” Tang Xingye heard the bathroom water sound getting smaller and lowered his voice, like a feather sweeping past, making the Alpha’s heart itch.
Possibility of being discovered by a third person at any time greatly increased sensory stimulation.
Lu Zhi felt quite guilty, dirtying the kitten’s paw.
That guilt was quickly submerged by more turbulent, indulged excitement. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying uncalmed panting, pushing his luck to ask: “Does this count as an affair for us? So exciting.”
Tang Xingye: “…”
Psycho.
Forget it, too lazy to scold Lu Zhi. Scolding him would only make him happier.
He kept his snow-white face taut, glared at Lu Zhi, and withdrew his hand.
Just this glance, and Lu Zhi’s giant dragon, just released, jumped again.
Tang Xingye sneered mercilessly: “You’re truly useless. Sit at the kids’ table from now on.”
Lu Zhi: “…”
Lu Zhi couldn’t deny it, unable to stop feeling sour. “Then what about you? You’re sitting at a table with Lin Mo… isn’t that inappropriate??”
“Lin Mo and I haven’t confirmed a relationship.” Just as Tang Xingye finished speaking, his waist suddenly sank. Lin Mo’s slightly cool, damp arm encircled him from behind, warm breath spraying on his ear.
That voice was terribly low and hoarse, every word seemingly ground out from between teeth:
“Baby, what did you say just now? I didn’t hear clearly?”
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