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    “Say it again!”

    He Yuetang was speechless and helpless, and didn’t dare to really provoke Jiang Qiu. He retreated to the car, “I don’t get what kind of person you’re looking for, you just had to choose this Young Master Yun, who’s so sickly and troublesome, I’m telling you!”

    Jiang Qiu’s expression softened a little, but his voice was still cold: “You don’t need to worry about so much, but next time I don’t want to hear you say anything about Yun Yi.”

    “Tch, love-struck fool!” He Yuetang said, and opened the car door to leave.

    Leaving Jiang Qiu in place, pondering He Yuetang’s question.

    What did he want Young Master Yun for?

    Actually, he had the answer a long time ago.

    He wanted Yun Yi to be his wife.

    He wanted to marry the young master.

    These inner words were not heard by anyone, but like newborn weeds, a gust of wind would make them take root in his heart, growing rapidly, inextinguishable by fire. Even if they withered one day, the little bit of sweetness Yun Yi gave him could revive them.

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    The incense had no side effects, and Yun Yi didn’t feel any discomfort when he woke up the next day.

    If there was any, it was the glands behind his neck.

    He only touched it lightly and knew that he had been bitten there again, very deeply, and it hurt when touched.

    Jiang Qiu was washing up, and when he came out and saw Yun Yi’s gloomy face, he had no choice but to walk forward, half-kneeling in front of Yun Yi, and coaxing him in his usual low and gentle voice: “It’s still early, Young Master, you can sleep a little longer.”

    Yun Yi reached out and pinched Jiang Qiu’s chin. The other party had just washed his face, and the touch was still moist. Yun Yi didn’t focus on this, he used his palm to pull the person closer, pushing his expression to the extreme mockery, “Jiang Qiu, are you a dog?!”

    Jiang Qiu just looked at Yun Yi, not saying a word.

    Meaning, no matter what Yun Yi said, he would accept it.

    Yun Yi was furious, his eyes half-narrowed: “Jiang Qiu, open your eyes and see clearly! This is my nape, not a restaurant! Not a place for you to eat!”

    Jiang Qiu couldn’t help but grin.

    The angry young master also spoke without any momentum. His chest rose and fell, but his face was tender, and his voice was tender too. When pushed to the point of helplessness, he would have a little bit of a counterattack.

    This little bit of counterattack, in Jiang Qiu’s view, was intimate flirting.

    Yun Yi was angry, and seeing Jiang Qiu smile, he was even more enraged: “What are you laughing at?!”

    “Cough… nothing.” Jiang Qiu’s cheeks were pinched, and the words he spoke were not fluent, but you could still hear the hidden smile, “Young Master, sorry, next time, I’ll eat, cough, eat in the restaurant.”

    Even if Yun Yi felt there was something wrong with this sentence, he was too lazy to continue arguing.

    He let go of his hand, and the paleness from being pinched quickly faded from the alpha’s face, and blood color spread again.

    Yun Yi knew Jiang Qiu’s recovery ability, glanced at him and left.

    He closed his eyes and turned to lie back on the bed.

    Yun Yi opened his eyes instantly when he heard a sound from downstairs. He wasn’t wearing clothes to begin with, and he didn’t put any on now, walking barefoot around the bedroom.

    Last night, Jiang Qiu thought he was asleep.

    But he wasn’t.

    He could hear Jiang Qiu’s return and the sound of a lighter igniting, and during that time, he opened his eyes and glanced over, it was right in the corner in front of the table.

    What did he light?

    Yun Yi didn’t see clearly before he lost consciousness.

    When he lost consciousness, the heart beating in his chest was like falling off a cliff, and he could even hear the sound of it shattering, breaking apart.

    Never to be put back together.

    Yun Yi walked to the table, looking at the edge covered with a blanket, staring fixedly for a while, not finding anything.

    Last night couldn’t have been a figment of his imagination.

    He crouched down, his fingertip pinched the edge, and at the same time as he lifted it, a small pile of ash did not escape his sight.

    As expected.

    Yun Yi coldly curved his lips.

    He had known for a long time that Jiang Qiu had some purpose being by his side, and he couldn’t explore even the slightest bit of it before, but now he had touched a bit of a clue.

    Was there something about him that was worth coveting?

    Yun Yi didn’t know, but he didn’t care anymore.

    His fingertips lightly brushed the ashes, which were collected on a tissue, folded up, and then thrown into the trash can.

    Jiang Qiu’s IQ really wasn’t high.

    The perpetrator even needed the victim to clean up the crime scene.

    Yun Yi took a light breath and turned to go to the bathroom.

    In the mirror, he was naked, his body dotted with kiss marks, scattered and chaotic like blooming red plums.

    He didn’t need to guess to know they were left just last night.

    Similar to the kiss marks were Yun Yi’s reddened eyes, the black mole under his eye following its owner’s emotions, the outer edges were all red.

    A wave of pain came from the back of his neck.

    Yun Yi stood there until his legs were sore before turning to look at his wound.

    He rarely looked in the mirror.

    He was too thin, not as strong as Jiang Qiu’s body, and from the back, you could see each of his ribs, and the slightly protruding spine.

    Yun Yi was disgusted.

    He always felt that this body was reminding him that his body was not good, that he was a man who needed to be protected all the time.

    Just as he turned to leave the bathroom, his line of sight inadvertently caught a red dot below his shoulder blade.

    Yun Yi stopped instantly.

    Clearly, when he first came here, his back was clean.

    His arm wrapped around behind him, and when he brushed against it, he “hissed.”

    It hurt!

    Yun Yi became alert, and brought his back closer to the mirror, and when he saw the red dot clearly, his pale pupils suddenly contracted.

    He had taken so many injections in his previous life, there was no way he wouldn’t recognize a needle mark.

    By now, all the clues were connected.

    Yun Yi slowly retracted his hand, and also withdrew his gaze from the mirror.

    He turned his head like an old man, until he straightened it. His body completely returned to a flat state.

    For a long time, Yun Yi gently smiled.

    His eyelids were closed, only the corners of his lips twitched, unable to see the emotions in his eyes, only the surrounding loneliness was about to fill him up.

    Until a long time later, he came out of the bathroom.

    Yun Yi put on the clothes that Jiang Qiu had already prepared for him, his movements were neither hurried nor slow.

    Having been taken care of by Jiang Qiu for a long time, the habit of wearing socks was lost again at this moment.

    The servants’ quarters didn’t have the right to lock the door, and neither did Jiang Qiu’s room.

    The room was at the end of the third floor, the color of the door was very similar to the wallpaper on the wall.

    Yun Yi pushed the door open and entered.

    It was very small inside, a single bed took up most of the space, the sheets and bedding were hotel-style white, neat and clean, spread flat on top, with almost no creases.

    Next to it was a bedside table, with nothing on it.

    The whole room was so clean that it seemed uninhabited.

    But Yun Yi had heard it yesterday, Jiang Qiu didn’t go downstairs, he was looking for something on the third floor.

    Something that could burn into ashes could only be placed in Jiang Qiu’s room.

    Half a minute later, Yun Yi came out of the room holding a half-burned stick of incense.

    The expression on his face was obscure and difficult to discern, only his line of sight was fixed on his fingertip.

    Jiang Qiu probably thought that he would never enter the servants’ room, so he threw it in the first drawer of the bedside table without any cover.

    As he expected, the reason he lost consciousness in the blink of an eye last night was because of this stick of incense.

    But Jiang Qiu was fine.

    Was it only targeting omegas, or did Jiang Qiu take an antidote beforehand?

    Yun Yi turned his wrist, and a few seconds later, he returned to his room, found a box, and put it away.

    He didn’t want to hear the answer to this from Jiang Qiu’s mouth, he would find it himself!

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