Last Love chapter 26
“Wen Ke, I don’t care about the scent of pheromones.”
Han Jiangque looked into Wen Ke’s eyes. His pitch-black eyes remained as clear as they were ten years ago. He awkwardly said, “Even if you were a giraffe with horribly smelly saliva, I would still love you.”
Wen Ke blinked, and a soft smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Han Jiangque’s sense of humor and romance were different from others. Each painting and every strange sentence, another person would likely find them baffling. But he understood.
At this point, Han Jiangque hesitated for a moment before continuing, “When I came to find you this morning, you told me that you did like me ten years ago, but you’ve changed now. I thought I had no chance. Wen Ke, I’m just afraid that you’re still uncertain. Actually, if you’re not sure… I can wait.”
“No, Han Jiangque, it’s just that I hadn’t figured it out at that moment.”
Wen Ke quickly shook his head in denial.
He looked at the faintly disappointed expression in Han Jiangque’s eyes and felt a surge of bitterness in his heart.
He could almost touch the anxiety deep in Han Jiangque’s heart.
The Han Jiangque who repeatedly watched the giraffes alone in the sunset, the one who silently checked the weather forecast in City B for him—
Even with such intense yearning, Han Jiangque had never disturbed him.
“I haven’t changed.”
Wen Ke extended his arm from the quilt and hugged Han Jiangque’s neck. “I’m sorry, Han Jiangque. I haven’t changed; I said that this morning because…”
His voice trembled for a moment. “Because, now, I’m not the best version of myself. The Wen Ke you liked in high school was outstanding, but the current Wen Ke is quite a failure. Han Jiangque, actually, I… I’m just afraid that I’m not good enough for you.”
Such words were undoubtedly embarrassing to say.
But compared to his pride, he cared more about Han Jiangque.
He didn’t want Han Jiangque to feel insecure, nor did he want him to be uneasy due to his rejection earlier in the day.
“In my heart, you deserve the best in the world.”
Wen Ke looked into the beautiful eyes so close to him, and the scar between his eyebrows left by him, and softly said, “I’m just afraid that I’m not good enough.”
Han Jiangque was his treasure.
He felt a bit embarrassed to say such cheesy words, but that’s genuinely what he felt.
“Wen Ke,”
Han Jiangque shook his head and said slowly, “you are the best.”
He said it without any hesitation.
Wen Ke couldn’t help but sniffle. For ten years, no one had affirmed him so decisively. Although his eyes shimmered with tears, he couldn’t help but smile gently.
He proactively leaned up and kissed Han Jiangque again.
“Han Jiangque…”
In the gap between kisses, he intentionally asked, “Am I a stinky giraffe?”
“Yeah,” Han Jiangque sucked on his lips and replied with a nasal tone, “You are.”
Wen Ke bit Han Jiangque in annoyance, but he was quickly pressed back by him.
Han Jiangque kicked his own quilt under the bed and then crawled into Wen Ke’s blanket.
The two played and wrestled under the blanket for a while. The sheets were kicked apart, and they were sweating all over, behaving like carefree teenagers.
After playing for a while, at some point, both of them gradually quieted down. Wen Ke suddenly realized that he was tightly held in Han Jiangque’s arms.
Pressing against Han Jiangque’s broad and powerful chest, he truly felt the warmth of his skin and body temperature for the first time.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous and sticky. Wen Ke lifted his head, breathing a bit rapidly, and looked at Han Jiangque.
“Wen Ke…”
Han Jiangque rubbed Wen Ke’s cheek with his lips. Desire, hidden in his eyes, was both restrained and intense. His hoarse voice asked, “Can I touch you?”
Wen Ke’s face instantly turned red.
An Alpha was asking for permission so seriously at such a moment, and he felt at a loss for a moment.
After a long while, he responded with a hesitant ‘mmh.’
Nervous yet unable to contain his curiosity, he wondered where Han Jiangque would want to touch.
Han Jiangque’s hands explored Wen Ke’s sleepwear, surprisingly starting from the bottom to unbutton it. He seemed cautious, only undoing two or three buttons.
Wen Ke’s body trembled slightly in his arms, making Han Jiangque even more careful. He lifted the hem of the shirt, exploring inside.
Omegas are slender, so their waistlines are particularly delicate, with a warm touch.
“Wen Ke, it’s so soft here.”
Han Jiangque’s palm caressed Wen Ke’s flat abdomen and round navel. The skin was firm, yet there was a thin layer of softness gently enveloping the reproductive cavity within his body.
Han Jiangque’s fingertips couldn’t help but slightly throb. He matured late, and for a long time, he thought he wasn’t interested in Omegas. However, only when he truly touched Wen Ke did he feel a mix of curiosity and excitement.
Wen Ke shyly buried his face in Han Jiangque’s embrace. Yet, he couldn’t help but raise a pair of moist eyes and softly ask, “Is it…very soft?”
“Yeah,” Han Jiangque answered with a low nasal tone, “You can touch me too.”
Wen Ke was somewhat surprised, but his face quickly blushed due to curiosity.
He tentatively followed Han Jiangque’s lead, gingerly reaching over—
Suddenly, he understood Han Jiangque’s meaning.
An Alpha’s abdomen felt hard to the touch. Even this gentle caress revealed the clear lines of abdominal muscles.
As a male, he couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.
Physiologically, it was nearly impossible for Omegas to develop such perfect abdominal muscles. Nature followed strict logic—Omegas, even the males, couldn’t be as firm as Alphas. Their abdominal areas were naturally softer, designed to protect the fragile reproductive cavity and prepare for future pregnancies.
But Alphas were different.
Alphas were sharp, aggressive, and Wen Ke’s fingers lingered on Han Jiangque’s lower abdomen, appreciating the smooth, satin-like tautness of the skin. Every inch exuded the aesthetic beauty of strength.
At the age of 28, having gone through six years of marriage, this was surprisingly the first time he had touched an Alpha’s body so attentively and awkwardly.
Indeed, Alphas were truly a beautiful gender. This thought emerged in Wen Ke’s mind for the first time.
In the dark room, they passionately kissed, exploring each other’s bodies in the silent embrace.”
It was like a belated and creatively unique sex education class.
Omega and Alpha were so different, yet this difference was fatally sexy.
Han Jiangque’s gaze grew deeper, and he flipped over, forcefully pinning Wen Ke beneath him. The kisses became more invasive.
Wen Ke’s sleep pants were pulled down halfway, and Han Jiangque couldn’t resist using his hands to roughly knead Wen Ke’s butt.
Compared to his slender body, Wen Ke’s butt was round and firm, like a plump peach in midsummer.
Han Jiangque closed his eyes, and the vivid afternoon from high school, like a daydream, became real once again.
His hands couldn’t help but apply more force, burying his face in Wen Ke’s neck.
He wanted to bite Wen Ke’s neck, nibble on Wen Ke’s butt, and he could almost imagine the feeling—a bit of resilient flesh.
Wen Ke winced from the pain, and he could only rub Han Jiangque’s head with his cheek, softly saying, ‘Han, Han Jiangque… ah, be gentle…’
After calling Han Jiangque’s name, he couldn’t help but emit unclear moans, sounding soft and slippery, wetting his throat. It was a plea and a soft coquetry.
In this sequence, there was a slight trace of embarrassment. He had always thought he wasn’t someone who would act coquettish.
Han Jiangque lifted his head and saw the red corners of Wen Ke’s eyes, like a touch of rouge.
In the flickering night, the rouge flowed to the corners of Wen Ke’s eyes, eventually forming a crimson teardrop.
Wen Ke’s features weren’t exceptionally stunning, but with such a gentle appearance and fair skin, an astonishing sensuality radiated in bed.
Han Jiangque was thoroughly ignited.
The young Alpha couldn’t yet skillfully control the pheromone power during his emotional moments. The strong and mellow aroma of whisky almost burst forth in the room, thoroughly invading the Omega’s body.
Wen Ke suddenly trembled violently.
As a mere E-ranked Omega, his physiological characteristics made him too easily aroused.
Zhuo Yuan was a barely achieved C-ranked Alpha, and the gap between them wasn’t absurdly large. Therefore, he had never felt terrifying before. But Han Jiangque was different; standing at the top, his pheromones were simply irresistible.
Under the absolute suppression of the S-ranked alcohol pheromones, Wen Ke felt the reproductive cavity closed tightly inside him trembling faintly.
He wanted to open it…
Even if he wasn’t ready, he wanted to endure the pain to open for Han Jiangque.
His glands spasmed slightly. Despite having just experienced a hellish separation surgery, they still emitted a faint fragrance of grass—intending to attract the Alpha.
This terrifying instinct, almost like an animal, made him tremble in fear.
He covered his abdomen, and the sudden onset of pain made him break out in a cold sweat in an instant.
He wasn’t ready yet. As an Omega in the pheromone-sensitive period, he couldn’t withstand the stimulation of forced heat. As soon as there was a hint of such a premonition, the reproductive cavity began to throb violently.
“Pain…”
He tightly grasped Han Jiangque’s arm, hoarsely saying, ‘Han Jiangque, I… I can’t… it hurts so much.’
Han Jiangque immediately snapped back to reality. He jumped off the bed and turned on the bedside lamp.
After the light came on, seeing Wen Ke’s pale face, he was evidently taken aback. He nervously crouched down, cradling Wen Ke’s face, ‘Wen Ke, what’s wrong?’
As he spoke, he saw Wen Ke clutching his lower abdomen, and he instantly understood, ‘Is it hurting inside?'”
Wen Ke had curled up in a state of complete exhaustion, unable to utter a word, indicating a severe situation.
Han Jiangque was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He instinctively stood up, his mind blank, and after scanning the room, he managed to calm down.
He put on his previous shirt and suit, then rushed outside to find a coat for Wen Ke to wear over his pajamas.
He carefully lifted the weakened Omega from the bed, repeatedly kissing Wen Ke’s sweaty forehead. He then walked briskly outside, saying, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Perhaps their commotion was too loud; Xu Jiale also emerged from the other bedroom. Seeing Han Jiangque holding Wen Ke, both of them disheveled, he probably understood.
“I’ll drive.” He didn’t ask any unnecessary questions, just briefly told Han Jiangque, “You take care of him.”
Xu Jiale had rented a car upon returning to B City for his convenience, not expecting it would come in handy now.
On the way to the hospital, Han Jiangque held Wen Ke tightly in the back seat, his gaze almost unwaveringly fixed on him. Occasional flashes of deep self-blame and tenderness appeared in his pitch-black eyes.
He knew Omegas were fragile, but that physiological knowledge was all from textbooks, and he hadn’t taken proper care of Wen Ke from day one. He had been too reckless.
When Wen Ke recovered a little, even though he was still weak and curled up in Han Jiangque’s arms, he comforted him in a soft voice, “It’s nothing, just the pheromone-sensitive period, too sensitive.”
“I’m sorry.” Han Jiangque bowed his head, repeating stubbornly in Wen Ke’s ear, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s really okay; don’t blame yourself. I didn’t expect it to happen either.” Wen Ke spoke while quietly holding Han Jiangque’s hand.
“Han Jiangque, you need to be more careful.”
Suddenly, Xu Jiale, who was driving, spoke up, “Wen Ke’s pheromone level is too far apart from yours. He’s too fragile in front of you, and now it’s the pheromone-sensitive period. It might trigger an early heat.”
“Early heat?”
Han Jiangque’s expression immediately tensed.