TVMCC Chapter 63

Chapter 62: When Will It Come

Then, watching Yun Yi’s eyes widen little by little, the playfulness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by annoyance, just as the slap was about to land, Jiang Qiu grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Qiu’s eyes held a smile as he placed a kiss on the inside of his wrist. Before Yun Yi could erupt in anger, he slowly asked, “What does Young Master want?”

Yun Yi glared at Jiang Qiu, his tone sinister, “I want Wanli Jiangling!” (Vast lands)

Jiang Qiu’s heart trembled violently, the tip of his heart going numb. He was almost about to lean down, when the young master added, “I want *you* to be my Wanli Jiangling!”

Jiang Qiu paused, looking at Yun Yi’s face, which didn’t seem to be joking at all, and burst out laughing.

He laughed as if he’d heard a particularly hilarious joke, unable to stop, his shoulders shaking. He bent over slowly and rested his head on Yun Yi’s shoulder.

He heard Yun Yi grit his teeth and scold him, “What are you laughing at!”

He wanted to move, but both wrists were clamped by the alpha, and a head was resting on his shoulder. The affectionate, oversized dog was a bit too much for the owner to handle.

But he couldn’t push him away.

Jiang Qiu stopped laughing and said softly, “Young Master is very impressive.”

If it weren’t for the earlier laughter, Yun Yi would have thought Jiang Qiu was praising him, but with the laughter, it was clearly mocking him.

Yun Yi’s voice instantly turned cold, his body losing its tension, “Go kneel!”

Jiang Qiu straightened up, not daring to continue laughing. His expression returned to its previous composure, but the corners of his eyes were red with laughter. Knowing he had annoyed Yun Yi, he didn’t release his wrists and said sincerely, “Young Master, I’m sorry.”

“Get out!”

Jiang Qiu retreated to the next best thing, kneeling on the carpet. Again, Young Master’s feet were within his sight.

Before meeting Yun Yi, he never thought a person’s feet could be so beautiful, as if they were made entirely according to his preferences.

Young Master hit every high point of his aesthetic.

Jiang Qiu thought it was easy to guess why he fell into such a person’s hands. He was born wandering and had seen too much deceit.

Only Young Master was pure to the extreme.

Love was love, hate was hate, no need to pretend, no need to disguise, emotions expressed to the fullest.

Such a person was too stunning, barging in and making it impossible to look away.

He used to feel that his feelings for Yun Yi were covered by a layer of fog, and he couldn’t bring himself to hate him despite being tormented many times.

When the sky cleared and the fog dissipated, surging love emerged. Jiang Qiu willingly became Yun Yi’s prisoner, his sword.

His fingers rubbed the velvety edge of the carpet.

He didn’t know how long had passed when, in his vision, Yun Yi’s foot slowly stretched out towards him, touching the alpha’s chest.

“Beautiful?” The tone was somewhat mocking.

Jiang Qiu first looked at the foot in front of him, then raised his head to look at Yun Yi’s face. In the depths of his pool-like eyes, emotions of wanting to possess rolled.

“Beautiful.”

Yun Yi scoffed, “Pervert.”

He withdrew his foot and said, “I want to bathe.”

“I’ll carry you there.”

Yun Yi scrutinized Jiang Qiu’s face, “Bathe together.”

Jiang Qiu’s heart was out of control all night, every time because of Yun Yi.

As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Qiu unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, as if afraid Yun Yi wouldn’t see his eagerness.

“Haha, dream on!”

Yun Yi especially liked to see Jiang Qiu being teased by him, his eyes curved, happy after a successful prank. He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Jiang Qiu hugged him tightly, his low, husky voice resonating in the omega’s ear.

“Young Master, I took it seriously.”

Jiang Qiu picked up Yun Yi and walked towards the bathroom. “Words spoken are like water spilled, Young Master, you can’t deceive me, I’ll take it seriously.”

The feeling of being lifted into the air made Yun Yi’s smile freeze. He tugged at Jiang Qiu’s shirt, “Put me down!”

“I’ll put you down soon.”

The bathtub was cold, and the floor was cold.

Jiang Qiu looked at Yun Yi’s bare feet, unwilling to put him down. He held him with one hand and turned on the water with the other.

Yun Yi was afraid of falling, his arms honestly wrapped around Jiang Qiu’s neck, his face a little red, because Jiang Qiu’s other hand was on his butt.

Afraid of falling, afraid of being pinched, he didn’t say a word, enduring until his face was red.

Not until his pants were taken off did Jiang Qiu frown at the bruise on his knees.

He was afraid to touch it, only staring at it with his eyes. “Young Master, are you injured?”

His pants were still hanging at his ankles, a little uncomfortable. Yun Yi kicked his legs, refusing to answer, only urging, “Hurry up!”

Jiang Qiu understood in an instant and didn’t ask further.

The underwear was personally selected by him, white with a small strawberry embroidery pattern. Although it was a bit childish, it suited Young Master perfectly.

He took it off and placed Yun Yi in the bathtub, then clenched it in his palm.

He just stood in front of the bathtub, watching Yun Yi roll his eyes and call him, “Dog thing!”

Jiang Qiu’s expression didn’t show it, but he was actually a little embarrassed. He shielded himself for a moment, then remembered Yun Yi’s earlier invitation, and stopped shielding himself. Within five seconds, his clothes were on the floor, and two people were in the bathtub.

Not giving Yun Yi any time to react.

Then, before the young master could erupt, he used both hands and feet to hug him, taking a deep sniff at the spot where the suppressant patch had been.

He stared at the back of Yun Yi’s neck with a fascinated gaze. “Young Master, when will your rut come again…”

An omega’s rut should be once a month, but Yun Yi’s wasn’t.

Yun Yi struggled a little, but couldn’t break free. The water was hot, relieving fatigue while also making him lose strength.

He was too lazy to move again, and refusing to answer Jiang Qiu’s words, he closed his eyes and ordered, “I want peach-scented shower gel.”

“…Okay.”

What an unromantic omega.

Yun Yi leaned against Jiang Qiu’s chest, letting his palm wash his whole body with shower gel. By the time he was done washing, Yun Yi was already asleep, his eyelashes long, the tip of his nose upturned and round, his cheeks flushed red from the hot water, looking charming no matter how you looked at him.

Jiang Qiu loved Yun Yi in this state, suppressing his desire to be reckless, he picked him up, dried him off, and walked towards the bed.

During this period, Yun Yi never woke up.

Actually, he could feel that the milk candy pheromones were weaker than before, but He Yuetang’s research results hadn’t come out yet.

However, he had some idea of what poison he had been inflicted with.

Young Master would always get better.

Jiang Qiu placed him on the bed and found medicinal oil to rub away the bruises on his knees.

He had knelt many times himself and could tell at a glance what had caused the injury.

In this world, besides the deceased Madam Yun, he was afraid there was no one else who could make Yun Yi kneel for so long.

He didn’t stop until the skin on his knees felt hot.

After washing his hands, he lay down next to Yun Yi, listening to the rhythmic breathing.

Young Master’s breathing was normal, and his pheromones were normal without the suppressant patch.

But compared to normal omegas, it was much weaker. Jiang Qiu had never smelled other omegas’ pheromones, so he naturally didn’t know.

He just felt that Young Master smelled so good, so fragrant, so sweet.

Yun Yi was asleep, and Jiang Qiu couldn’t bear to wake him. He propped himself up on his elbow and lightly kissed the omega’s lips.

Then he held him in his arms and fell asleep together.