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The familiar presence in the immediate vicinity of the house, as always, irritated Shen Qingqiu. No good reason could explain another alpha Peak Lord under his door at such an hour. If he was an omega, he would beat him up and be within his right. It would be better if the situation really turned out to be emergency! ..
Opening the door abruptly, the alpha choked on the already prepared poisonous phrase.
“Zhangmen-shixiong? What are you doing in this state in my peak?” he frowned as he surveyed the sight of this scene with carefully hidden concern
It is unlikely that Yue Qingyuan would have risked his reputation by showing up under his shidi's door in thin sleeping clothes and wet through. Almost any cultivator can easily create a force field around it and avoid rain.
"Xiao Jiu..." whispered the senior charmer. He was trembling and could barely stand on his feet, with one hand resting on the door frame, and with the other for some reason holding on to his stomach.
"What are you doing here and not in Qiancao?" Shen Qingqiu sternly repeated, once again looking on his painfully shiny eyes and... He raised his eyebrows in surprise, noticing the barefoot and mud-covered feet of the sect leader.
“I… I don’t know…” an unusually quiet voice sounded almost plaintive. "I do not know what's happening…"
A sharp gust of wind made him stagger and threw the distinct smell of terrified omega in heat at Shen Qingqiu's face.
His omega.
Quickly coping with the shock, the peak lord was at first enraged at the thought that other was trying to manipulate him, but quickly cooled down. No, this smell cannot be faked - Shen Qingqiu really stood in front of his true mate, the fear and confusion were not feigned either.
The alpha in his soul rushed about restlessly like an animal in a cage. Circumstances completely suppressed all but protective desires - Omega's panic and despair were too strong.
But how is this possible?
Isn't Yue Qingyuan ... an alpha? How else could he be the leader of the pack? ...
"I feel bad ..." the sect leader muttered under his breath, almost bending over in pain. Tears ran down his cheeks, and a quiet hopelessness appeared in his scent. "Please…"
This completely finished off Shen Qingqiu, instincts howled quite like a wolf, demanding to calm, hide, protect. He hissed irritably through his teeth and was forced to give in, not too gently grabbing his shixiong by the elbow and pulling him inside the house.
Yue Qingyuan stumbled over the threshold and would have collapsed to the floor if Shen Qingqiu had not catched him up under his armpits, for his own surprise feeling almost no weight. The elder cultivator tried to regain his balance, but only whimpered softly, clutching at his stomach.
What the hell?! It shouldn't be so bad for him, this isn't...
Shen Qingqiu froze with sudden insight and bent down to take his shixiong in his hands. There was no need to get the floor dirty with his muddy feet.
This isn't his first heat, is it?
Reflexively, the cultivator purred softly and reassuringly, trying to comfort the silently crying omega. For the first time in a great while, he was seized with panic, not least because of the pain of his mate, scratching behind his ribs.
"Has Zhangmen-shixiong... experienced heat before?" Shen Qingqiu clarified with surprising him gentleness. A cold nose buried itself in the back of his head, seeking comfort in the scent of his mate. Icy hands clutched desperately at his shoulders.
"Heat? .. " Yue Qingyuan asked in bewilderment, seemingly barely thinking. "I ... This one is not capable of..."
Something in the wording made the alpha tense. Frowning, he walked quickly to the small bath, automatically stroking the back of his martial brother's head. Although Shen Qingqiu despised alphas using their scents to manipulate others, it was now necessary.
“Shixiong must wash and change his clothes,” he almost ordered, putting Yue Qingyuan on his feet to free his hand. Omega continued to desperately cling to Shen Qingqiu, but that was all. Exhaling in irritation, he was forced to change tactics: “This shidi will need to undress you. Do not be afraid."
Barely convincing the sect leader to let him go, Shen Qingqiu first quickly wiped off his surprisingly fragile feet with a damp cloth, revealing bloody scratches under the mud. For some reason, this sight caused in him a new outburst of anger and ... worry?
Quiet sobs could still be heard over the cultivator's head - perhaps it made him kiss the sharp knee hidden under the wet fabric of the pants gently. A simple caress took effect, and Yue Qingyuan finally fell silent.
He did not resist when Shen Qingqiu stripped off his clothes and gently sat him in the bath, heated by the talisman, only pulling his knees up to his chest. Yue Qingyuan remained quite and obedient as the flow of spiritual energy dried his body and hair.
Shen Qingqiu carefully wrapped his shixiong in his softest sleeping robe and only now dared to let him alone to send someone to Mu Qingfang. Thin fingers catched his sleeve in a death grip.
“No! No! Don't go!” concentrated horror and pain lashed across his heart, making Shen Qingqiu grimace. Even if he wanted to scold, attack in response, the worried alpha in his soul was inflamed with indignation at the thought.
On the one hand, the cultivator was enraged by the instincts that forced him to obey the traitor, on the other, one completely rational and appropriate thought crept in.
Why was Yue Qingyuan in such a panic? ..
“I need to call Mu Qingfang. I'll be back soon, ” Shen Qingqiu replied firmly and, finding nothing better, took off his outer robe to wrap the shaking omega around. "I'll be back at least for this, okay?"
His cognac-brown tear-stained eyes did not reflect much understanding, but Yue Qingyuan stopped fighting, curled up on the bed and hugged Shen Qingqiu's pillow-roller. Judging by the shaking and muffled whimpering, he didn't feel much better.
Such a vivid and atypical reaction to estrus unpleasantly reminded the younger cultivator of what he had once seen in a brothel. He always respected the omegas, understanding their vulnerable position and recognizing their willpower. Therefore, Shen Qingqiu knew that if the omega felt terror and need for protection, rather than excitement in heat, it was a very, very alarming signal.
Someone offended him, took advantage of his weakness, hurt.
Someone dared to harm his omega.
When? Under what circumstances? Leaving, Qi-ge had not yet presented, and at the Immortal Alliance Conference he was already suppressing his smell. With an effort of will he calmed his anger - this could frighten Yue Qingyuan, although Shen Qingqiu was outside the house - and indicated his presence with a sharp surge of qi.
A little sleepy and disheveled disciple - the peak lord did not even look who it was - ran up, hiding under a weak force field from the downpour.
"Shizun? .. ” he began to bow, but Shen Qingqiu quickly thrust a short note into his hands.
“Take this to Qiancao. Tell them it's urgent. "
The boy turned pale, bowed awkwardly, and rushed to the Rainbow Bridge. It would be faster on a sword, but so far even the main disciple of Qingjing Peak has not received his spiritual weapon.
Shen Qingqiu did not have time to think. Judging by what he saw, Yue Qingyuan, obeying his omega and arriving in Qingjing, made the only correct decision. If his mate was not around for a long time, it threatened at least with fright and hysteria.
Shen Qingqiu suddenly faced into the lost-looking sect leader in his office. Noticing him, Yue Qingyuan awkwardly moved towards him, still holding his stomach.
"You're fool, why did you get up ?!" Shen Qingqiu indignant rather with worry than angrily and quickly approached his martial brother to pick him up in his arms. The scratched feet were bleeding again. Why suffer and walk when it hurts?
"Sorry ..." Yue Qingyuan replied quietly, pressing into his shidi's body and hiding his face on his shoulder. For some reason, the air clearly smelled of bitter relief, and hot tears fell on Shen Qingqiu's neck. - "Please stay with me..."
"Stop, don't cry," he muttered in confusion.
Something was happening that Shen Qingqiu could not fully understand. No, of course, he could not foresee such ... surprises, but the cultivator was worried about something else - something was wrong with the behaviour of the sect leader.
The ugliest thing is that he even guessed what and why. But he didn't know what to do or how to help.
“Come on, calm down, I'm not going anywhere else,” Shen Qingqiu tried again.
Hastily returning to the room - he remembered that hypothermia could damage the omega in such a fragile state - the alpha gently laid him on the bed. As he thought, Yue Qingyuan did not even try to build a nest - and that was a natural necessity!
Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to lie down next to him, surrounding the quivering lump in his hands with his scent with a clear message: "It's okay, you're under my protection, safe." The subtle flow of qi was also supposed to relieve the pain.
"Sorry ..." Yue Qi sobbed faintly, making his shidi flinch. "I'm so sorry, xiao Jiu..."
Now these words almost did not cause irritation, on the contrary, they worried. In the past, Shen Qingqiu believed that silly empty apologies were the result of arrogance hidden behind the guilt. Now for the first time he asked himself the question - what if Qi-ge remained silent not because he did not want to explain, but ... Because he could not?
Either he was ashamed or afraid.
The sobs under his ear gradually subsided, but the bitterness in the smell did not disappear, only facilitated a little, absorbed in guilty, painful pleasure. Only true ones could feel the emotions of their mate so subtly, and Shen Qingqiu felt them as a stranglehold on his neck.
“It's okay,” he muttered into the dark crown of his head, clenching his hands a little tighter. "Everything will be fine. Qi-ge will recover and then tell me everything. If someone offended him, xiao Jiu will find this bastard, tarnish his reputation, poison him with slow poison and bring Qi-ge his head, okay? You have nothing to fear ".
A short burst of shock, and Shen Qingqiu flooded in a concentrated mixture of joy and deep, resigned grief.
“Just because I'm an omega? .. "
The alpha's eye twitched. No, Qi-ge, seriously?
“I have new data. This master holds the position of the sect's chief strategist, he can add two plus two, ” he snapped irritably. "The original theory about the arrogant bastard alpha who dumped me doesn't work when you cry like that in my arms."
A wave of other's happiness, fatigue, and relief would have knocked Shen Qingqiu off his feet if he were standing. Yue Qingyuan chuckled softly, finally relaxing. Not completely, but at least the Qi Deviation did not threaten him anymore.
"Thank you," he gasped, pressing his whole body against the alpha.
"If only it had been like this from the very beginning ..." Shen Qingqiu sighed, stroking his stupid shixiong on his back in a circular motion. Who prevented him from asking for help, huh? At least let go his scent?
Convinced of Yue Qingyuan's more or less tolerable condition, the younger cultivator was about to stand up - to arrange his brother more comfy, since he could not do it himself, and meet Mu Qingfang, whose qi was already felt within the perceptual boundaries.
"No!" Yue Qingyuan's scent flared with fear and regret as he grabbed onto his shidi's clothes again. The just calmed spiritual energy vibrated dangerously. - "Don't go, please, please ..."
“Stop, it's okay, calm down, well, where am I going to go from my house and from my couple? .. "Shen Qingqiu was forced to grit his teeth while fighting his mate's pain. What happens if they form a full-fledged bond? .. Surprised eyes looked up to him. "What? I can't deny the obvious," the alpha snorted, returning to gentle strokes again.
"Don't go ..." Yue Qingyuan begged and hugged him around his chest again. Shen Qingqiu simply sighed and sat down in a smooth motion, putting his surprisely gasped brother on his lap.
"No is no, but I don't want Mu-shidi to scare you, and you to scare him."
Under the careful touch, the sect leader relaxed a little and, resting his head on the shidi's shoulder, seemed to be trying to meditate. According to Shen Qingqiu's opinion, it is better for him to take a nap.
"Shen-shixiong?" Mu Qingfang's tense voice came from the office. Far-sighted he did not dare to go further. Yue Qingyuan tensed in his shidi's arms and breathed quickly, trying not to panic.
“Stay where you are, Shidi,” Shen Qingqiu ordered briefly and gently rubbed the nervous omega on the back of his head, causing him to be distracted. “It's just Mu-shidi, don't be afraid. If you want, he will leave immediately. "
The younger cultivator didn't even grimace when Yue Qingyuan squeezed his free hand as if he was about to leave again. If Shen Qingqiu's guesses were correct, he held up very well.
"Zhangmen-shixiong?" Mu Qingfang called uncertainly, from an immediate invasion he was stopped only by the fact that Lord Qingjing's voice was absolutely calm.
And the smell ... There was not a drop of lust or desire in the scent of Shen Qingqiu, on the contrary, the healer had never felt something so protective and soothing. The heavy, as if monumental scent of the autumn forest and pine needles relaxed even Alpha-Mu Qingfang.
“Can Mu-shidi come in, Qi-ge? .. " Shen Qingqiu asked slowly, strictly controlling the volume and tone of his voice. The situation was extremely delicate.
Yue Qingyuan took another deep breath and let it out, then nodded uncertainly and pressed closer. That way he seemed to be feeling calmer, and, frankly, Shen Qingqiu himself did too. As the other alpha slowly entered the room, the beast in the cultivator's soul nearly made him growl, even if permission was given.
Shut up, you stupid dog, he mentally called out to his wolf. 'Ours, ours, this is our damn pack!'
“Mu-shidi, I'm sorry to bother you,” the still tense sect leader greeted Mu Qingfang quietly. “It's okay, I… I can handle it,” whispering the last words quickly, he curled up into a ball, desperately squeezing into his alpha.
Now Shen Qingqiu growled softly, marking the boundaries of the omega's comfort zone. The warning wasn’t aggressive, but the healer stepped back anyway, raising his hands obediently.
"Put on my outerwear or something else, or go."
It was ... Nice exit. Although Mu Qingfang felt strange in the hanfu of the ever-thorny shixiong. The clothes were suddenly too big for him. But the sour, frightening smell of Yue Qingyuan subsided a little, became less harsh.
“Shixiong, I need to take your wrist,” the healer cautiously warned and, trying to keep the distance, held out his hand. "May I?.."
“Qi-ge should not be afraid,” Shen Qingqiu agreed with him, gently squeezing Yue Qingyuan's trembling palm before placing his wrist on Mu Qingfang's. "We need to find out how to help you."
Until the leader of the sect got up, the abdominal pains bothered him noticeably less, but did not pass and did not let the cultivator to fall asleep. Despite the smell and the presence of its true mate next to him, which under normal conditions eliminates almost any side effects of estrus.
"It smells of blood," Mu Qingfang pointed out, trying not to raise his voice. Although Shen Qingqiu was now behaving decently, who knows what an alpha who encroached on his student could do to a helpless omega? ...
“He went here from his peak barefoot. All feet are wounded, ” he replied with obvious displeasure. “This shixiong took care of the disinfection, but the sect leader stood up again. Even though he shouldn't have done it. "
"It's nothing," Yue Qingyuan tried to intervene, but both alphas just shushed him. Cuts would be small things if he could control his qi normally right now.
"I'll take a look," Mu Qingfang nodded, leaving himself a reminder and indicating his intentions at the same time.
The flow of spiritual energy under his hand was ragged and clearly unhealthy, the presence of a spasm and some incomprehensible internal scars became obvious, but this diagnostic method could not say more. Examining Yue Qingyuan… By other way wasn't an option — he was too scared.
"Mu-shidi?" with carefully hidden concern called the healer Shen Qingqiu.
"I can't say anything specific, but ... Zhangmen-shixiong, how long..." He hesitated, choosing his words. “Does the pain bother you? .. Perhaps it was weaker earlier?.. "
The decision to take it and ask directly "Who?" could be very stupid, although he really wanted to. And yes, Mu Qingfang was even willing to kill. At this time, Shen Qingqiu slowly lowered his hand to the omega's belly, stroking and seemingly transmitting the qi directly to the injured area.
Judging by the quiet sigh of relief, Shen Qingqiu was surprisingly accurate and precise in his manipulations. Fine control over spiritual energy required many years of training ... As well as control over one's own scent. Usually only doctors reach such heights, turning their nature into one of the tools.
The learning process ... Was unpleasant.
For the first time, the question crept into the mind of a healer - is this alpha really corresponds to rumors? .. It is difficult to be both a master of self-control and a lustful animal at the same time.
“It's… many years,” Yue Qingyuan replied evasively when the pause stretched out to the point of indecent. The shocked silence made him even more nervous. “It was completely imperceptible! .. "
"You were crying in pain, is that okay?" “Mu Qingfang could not tell if the matter was strictly medical or if Shen Qingqiu had been in a quiet rage disguised as indifference.
The smell told the opposite - he was terrified.
"Only sometimes ..." the sect leader replied in a muffled voice, instinctively releasing his soothing scent. It would be working better without the heavy metallic taste of pain.
Constant. Habitual.
"Has it gotten worse lately?" Shen Qingqiu said semi-affirmatively.
“The stress and estrus caused a severe spasm that was superimposed on the injuries,” Mu Qingfang tried to calm him down. Although not that he was successful at soothing even himself, only professional endurance saved him. - “Zhangmen-shixiong... Have you had any bleeding? .. "
The cultivator shook his head. Oddly enough, someone else's fear, on the contrary, made the omega calm down and try to calm those around him. An interesting property, the healer would have noticed this if he had not been so confused.
"Shen-shixiong, is it true?"
Now Yue Qingyuan was clearly offended, but he did not have enough energy to resent. Mu Qingfang was surprised to notice dark circles under his eyes and general exhaustion - he wonder why he hadn't paid attention sooner.
“True,” Shen Qingqiu humbly confirmed, resting his shixiong's head more comfortably on his shoulder. “Qi-ge,” he called with undisguised tenderness, plunging the healer into yet another shock. “Tell us what happened and what you did. Have you… taken suppressors?”
“No,” Yue Qingyuan shook his head, quickly resigning himself to the unnecessary care that surrounded him. He frowned at the memory of the previous evening. "This one ... was not in complete control, I think I went out into the rain because I was hot."
Not the best way to deal with the high fever, Shen Qingqiu wanted to say. Instead, he pulled up a blanket to wrap up his brother, who stared at him blankly.
Oh yes, Qi-ge, now you will learn what "overprotection" is in your own skin! ..
“That is, initially you had a temperature, but you ... Just went to bed?” Shen Qingqiu explained with a mixture of shock, outrage and deep disapproval. Judging by the surprisingly open expression on his face, he couldn't believe it.
Both alphas received a small, embarrassed nod. Mu Qingfang looked at the leader of his pack with grim condemnation.
“Then let's start with symptomatic treatment. Zhangmen-shixiong, will you let me see your feet? .. " a little more confident nod. Surrounded by his mate's safe scent, Yue Qingyuan visibly calmed down.
The surprisingly fragile foot in the healer's hand was cold, but no longer icy, and a dried bloody crust was found on the sole. He moistened his handkerchief with herbal decoction and hesitantly froze.
"May I?.."
“This is not a problem,” Yue Qingyuan replied, closing his eyes wearily. With one hand, he continued to cling to Shen Qingqiu's palm, and reflexively placed the other on his stomach.
"How did Shixiong ... was able to get hurt like this?" Mu Qingfang asked, thoroughly cleaning small, but rather deep and numerous wounds.
“I don’t remember… This one… I didn’t notice the pain,” the sect leader tried to find the most neutral answer.
“It looks like broken china,” Shen Qingqiu suddenly intervened. - “Mu-shidi, check if there are any fragments.”
There were indeed fragments, tiny, almost imperceptible, but capable of bringing a lot of problems. Mu Qingfang frowned as he gently rubbed ointment over the wounds to bandage them.
"Zhangmen-shixiong should not get up," the healer pointed out, referring to the more conscious Shen Qingqiu, not his patient.
Lord Qingjing nodded in understanding and took the outstretched bowl of medicine from his hands. An incredibly bitter but extremely effective pain reliever took effect almost instantly, and Yue Qingyuan soon fell asleep in front of the quiet alphas. Mu Qingfang sighed barely audibly, making sure the exhaustion problem was resolved.
“I would not recommend Zhangmen-shixiong to engage in Inedia,” he continued almost in a whisper and, looking skeptically at his martial brothers, added: “Shen-shixiong also needs to eat from time to time."
"From time to time?" Shen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows mockingly, quetly rocking the sleeping cultivator in his arms.
“More often than never, shixiong,” the healer chuckled. "I will leave you a supply of sedatives and sleeping pills, if you see any deterioration, contact me right away."
After the shock experienced by both, they tried not to break on nervous laughter. The very fact that Cangqiong's leader is an omega was puzzling, not to mention the details ... Mu Qingfang was a good doctor, but not that he often faced similar injuries.
“Mu-shidi,” as the healer was about to leave, hoping to digest the information he had received, he was stopped by the voice of a no longer seemingly really evil shixiong. “I'm afraid I will need your help with one more issue."
"Yes?" Mu Qingfang quickly went into a working mood.
“Our leader ... has taken some of my maneuverability away,” Shen Qingqiu began, still speaking in an almost whisper. “And he didn't even bother with his own comfort."
And the truth is — from the omega one should rather expect a nest from the clothes of a true pair than complete helplessness. This also bothered the healer, but less than having to take Lord Qingjing's clothes from his closet again!..
Later that night, Shen Qingqiu was pulled out of shallow meditation by muffled whimpers and unintelligible mumblings. Yue Qingyuan had a mild fever and seemed to be in a nightmare.
"Shh, Qi-ge is okay, no need to cry ..." Shen Qingqiu did not know how to comfort people at all, but he tried. "Hush, hush, don't cry..."
How abruptly he changed his behavior surprised even himself. On the one hand. On the other, it seems that Shen Qingqiu was too eager to forgive his stupid Qi-ge and cling to any excuse that came into his head.
And that particular excuse explained ... An awful lot.
“... Xiao Jiu, xiao Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan called him meaninglessly, wide but fragile palms randomly stroking Shen Qingqiu's cheeks, touching his hair. He seemed to be trying to be convinced of the reality of what was happening, the usually light aroma of parchment, Jin Xuan tea (1) and smoke rose with amazing force.
Judging by the seething emotions with prevailing horror, it was a frank cry for help.
“I'm here, I'm here, that's enough, calm down,” the alpha panicked a little and gently grabbed his brother in his arms, enveloping him with his scent. Yue Qingyuan simply and openly burst into tears, snuggling closer.
"... Don't go, don't go ... I'm so sorry ... Xiao Jiu ... please don't go ..." - he sobbed convulsively through every word, so that it was impossible to discern the entire sentence. Not that Shen Qingqiu even tried. "... I'm scared ..."
Rising to his feet, he frantically darted about the room, lightly rocking the omega in his hands and whispering some nonsense. He had never seen Qi-ge in such a state, neither in childhood, nor in adolescence, and, frankly, did not know how to help.
“Come on, you are with me, completely safe. No one will offend you. Nobody even dares to open his mouth in your direction. " Shen Qingqiu grabbed him more comfortably under his knees and hips with one hand to free the other and take a pumpkin with a sedative from the nightstand. "Hold on tight, okay?"
"... Xiao Jiu, I ... I have to go back to xiao Jiu ..." Yue Qingyuan almost whined, curled up in a ball. Tears fell on the alpha's shoulder. “… It hurts so much… hurts… shizun, I can't handle it…” he burst out with a plaintive sob.
The last sentence made Shen Qingqiu freeze in place, listening to the contradictory delirium. And what does the previous leader of the sect have to do with it? Why was it "hurts" and what could not Yue Qi "handle"?
“It's already over,” he answered firmly to his brother and, returning to bed, wondered how to give him a frankly disgusting medicine. It would be nice with water, the drops are too bitter, but Shen Qingqiu could not go to the kitchen. He ended up dripped the correct dose on the back of his wrist. “Qi-ge need to calm down. This will help. "
Words cannot express how embarrassing it was for him to explain to Yue Qingyuan what was required of him. And even more embarrassing was how obediently he licked the sedative, only grimacing a little.
“... Bitter ...” the sect leader complained quietly, settling down on his shidi's lap again. Shen Qingqiu covered him with a blanket and hugged him tightly, whispering thoughtless praise in his ear. The mild smell was a little offended.
“I know. We'll have tea with sweets tomorrow, okay?” the alpha quite deliberately went to bribe, remembering the delight of two street boys from the tangulu stick presented to them.
"… You promise? .. " Yue Qingyuan asked sleepily, trustingly burying his nose in the curve of his chin. He has not fully recovered, but at least he calmed down.
"Promise."
Shen Qingqiu was a little shaken, but he didn’t know whether it was out of fear for his brother or out of anger for him. By morning, Yue Qingyuan finally fell into a deep sleep, giving his shidi time to prepare for the new day.
He had no illusion that it would be easier.
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Yue Qingyuan was awakened by the gentle stroking of his head. He had not felt so good and calm for a long time, although it was one of those days when he would hardly be able to get out of bed without pain medication.
He seems to have had a good dream. For the first time in ... Several months? Year?..
Screwing up his eyes, the leader of the sect allowed himself to imagine that he could remain in this warmth and safety a little longer. Treacherous tears came to his eyes - severe pains were usually accompanied by excessive emotionality.
It will be a shame if the disciples notice again ...
"What is it, Qi-ge?" the worried voice overhead was too real ...
"Can I ... can I get some more sleep?" Cursing his cowardice, Yue Qingyuan asked. He sounded damn pathetic, and he didn't even feel ashamed.
A bit more. Just a little bit more.
He did not ask for anything else.
"Of course. Just stop crying, it's killing me," the phantom grumbled, warm fingers touching his face, brushing away tears.
Yue Qingyuan did not answer. Even so, although unrealistic, he was still grateful to his subconscious for this little deception. When things got really bad, even the illusion of a favorite scent brought relief.
He wonders if xiao Jiu will allow him to sit next to him for a while if he'll remains silent? ..
It was painful. Yue Qingyuan felt like a masochist as he continued to breathe in the scent of the autumn forest, but he could not bring himself to stop. He was always too weak, especially when it came to Xiao Jiu.
Excessively material warm hands gently grabbed him under his back and knees, changing his position in space. Yue Qingyuan only managed to meow in surprise, opening his eyes abruptly.
"What? I need to work. Sleep," xiao Jiu raised his eyebrows in bewilderment, forcing him to lean back on his lap.
The warm light of the morning sun illuminated the bamboo cottage, making it even more unreal. The sect leader did not understand what was happening and how much a dream remains a dream. From a frankly stupid hope it became disgusting.
"Xiao Jiu?"
"Yes?"
“No, nothing, I'm sorry,” Yue Qingyuan smiled sadly, convinced of his conclusions. Reaching out, he touched his brother's cheek weightlessly. “I just ... I love you,” the omega smiled a little wider, closing his eyes as tears began to flood them. - "Constantly."
He didn’t even know how he had shocked Shen Qingqiu with these simple words. Something soft suddenly touched Yue Qingyuan's forehead, making him flinch in surprise. This time, the chaste kiss on the forehead this time shocked him.
“We’ll talk when you feel better. Consider this a threat. Now sleep."
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