TVMCC Chapter 38
by VolareBack at the Yun residence, Jiang Qiu habitually headed towards Yun Yi’s bedroom.
But he didn’t find anyone. The faint milky candy scent in the air caused Jiang Qiu’s expression to change drastically.
This pheromone…
It seemed like it only belonged to an omega in heat.
“Young Master?”
The room was empty, the bedsheets were crumpled, but there was no response.
Jiang Qiu followed the source of the pheromones and stopped at the door to his own room.
His heart was pounding in his chest.
A sliver of unbelievable thought made him slow down the action of pushing the door open.
The moment the door opened, Jiang Qiu’s eyes turned red.
The pheromones of an S-Rank omega in their first heat were enough to instantly send an alpha into their rut, especially when the omega he liked was kneeling on the bed, surrounded by his clothes.
Jiang Qiu bit his tongue hard, the pain barely suppressing the impulse in his heart.
“Young Master?”
Hearing the voice and smelling the pheromones he had longed for, Yun Yi let out a sob, raised the two arms clutching the shirt towards Jiang Qiu, and looked at him with tear-filled eyes, pleading, “Hug…”
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The temporary mark had some effect. Yun Yi’s cries turned into sobs, but his fingers still refused to let go of Jiang Qiu’s clothes.
Jiang Qiu rubbed the top of Yun Yi’s head and then called He Yuetang.
The other end answered after a long time, his voice a little impatient, “What is it? Speak quickly.”
“Yun Yi…”
The words “suppressant injection” circled in He Yuetang’s mouth before he suppressed them. He said in a deep voice, “Mark him.”
“No!”
He Yuetang took a breath. After a two-second pause, he said in a normal tone, “Your call. You can also give him a suppressant injection, but you said before that no one knows the consequences after it’s suppressed by the injection. You’d better believe me. The damage a suppressant injection does to his frail body is almost irreversible.”
Jiang Qiu’s voice was strained, “But, a temporary mark can’t alleviate it. Only an injection can…”
He Yuetang instantly realized that Jiang Qiu was still young and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Isn’t there another way?”
“I…”
“Whatever. Think it over yourself.”
Jiang Qiu looked at Yun Yi in his arms, who had started muttering to himself and crying again, and gradually tightened his arms.
He didn’t say anything and hung up the phone.
Yun Yi looked up at him, his eyes blurred with tears, “Jiang Qiu…”
Jiang Qiu swallowed, cupped Yun Yi’s face, and after wiping away the tears on his face with kisses, he carefully asked, “Yun Yi, I can save you, but are you willing?”
Yun Yi couldn’t hear anything, only cried and begged.
“Little Young Master, I’m so sorry. When you wake up, you can kill me or do whatever you want. I’m willing.”
After saying that, his kiss landed on Yun Yi’s tear-soaked eyes, reddened nose, and rosy lips.
Utterly reverent.
…
[Haha, I got some, but it’s all deleted, crying face.]
The Little Young Master’s body was weak and he couldn’t even get through his own heat. He developed a high fever the next day. The family doctor was extremely resentful towards Jiang Qiu as he looked at Yun Yi’s condition.
He gritted his teeth and inserted a needle into the back of Yun Yi’s hand. When he saw the hickey on his wrist, he almost fainted.
“Couldn’t you! Couldn’t you have given him a suppressant injection!”
Jiang Qiu stood next to him without saying a word, only looking down at Yun Yi, his heart almost overwhelmed with guilt.
“How old is Young Master? How old are you! You… you!” The family doctor was about to go crazy. He wished he could beat Jiang Qiu up, but he wasn’t sure if Yun Yi had been willing, so he just sat by the bed and sulked.
The family doctor didn’t dare to leave. He waited until Yun Yi’s fever broke, and after examining him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, “Alright, watch over him.”
Aunt Zhang stood to the side, her eyes red. She glared at Jiang Qiu resentfully, didn’t say anything, and followed the family doctor out of the bedroom.
Yun Yi didn’t wake up from this coma until four o’clock the next day. When he moved, a wave of pain spread through his body, along with a cool, indescribable sensation.
A warm-colored lamp was on in the dimly lit room, enough for him to see that the culprit was still sleeping beside his bed, with two hair whorls in his black hair.
Yun Yi suddenly remembered a line he had seen in a drama before.
People with two hair whorls are stubborn.
Yun Yi reached out and played with Jiang Qiu’s hair, twirling it around his fingertips, finally pulling hard enough to wake Jiang Qiu up.
Jiang Qiu’s first reaction was to check Yun Yi’s forehead.
“Young Master, how do you feel?”
Yun Yi blinked, remembering the feeling of chaos, and disdainfully said, “You’re terrible.”