Last Love chapter 34

Wen Ke hurriedly fumbled in the dark and grabbed a large bath towel from the bathroom. He stripped the wet clothes off Han Jiangque, tossed them aside, and then embraced the Alpha, whose entire body was cooled by the cold rain, patiently drying his hair.

“Are you still cold?” While wiping, he worried about Han Jiangque catching a cold. He opened the thick blanket again, then wrapped him entirely in it.

“Not cold.” Han Jiangque leaned his damp head against Wen Ke’s chest, then sneakily bit on the soft flesh of Wen Ke’s chest.

In the living room, nothing was clearly visible, but Han Jiangque could vividly imagine the scene in his mind.

Wen Ke’s nipples were light pink, very small, and inconspicuous, only becoming erect when excited.

Although male Omegas could bear children, breastfeeding was challenging, but that didn’t diminish the charm of that area.

“Hey… Han Jiangque!” Wen Ke trembled from the bite but didn’t avoid it, just pressing Han Jiangque’s head lightly.

In these days, he had actually gotten used to it —

Han Jiangque was like a little boy who got his beloved toy. No matter what they were originally doing or in the midst of a conversation, he would occasionally become absent-minded, caressing his body. Even though they were both males, except for the size of reproductive organs, their structures were the same. However, Han Jiangque seemed to have an endless curiosity about Wen Ke’s body.

After drying Han Jiangque, Wen Ke quickly wiped himself, then went back to the room, fumbling on the floor to find a T-shirt. After putting it on, he realized it was several sizes too big. The hem reached down to his ass. Only then did he realize it was Han Jiangque’s shirt. In that moment, a secret sweet ripple suddenly surged in his heart. He hesitated for a moment, but didn’t change it; he just walked out like that.

Using the phone as a light, he finally, with some effort, found a green glass lamp in a small corner of the living room that looked like a pineapple — left by the previous tenant. When he was unpacking his things, he thought the lamp was quite beautiful and hadn’t been willing to throw it away. Unexpectedly, it came in handy now.

Wen Ke lit the candle inside with a lighter. Although it was only a dim glimmer, in the originally pitch-black living room, it made the surroundings brighten up a bit. When he turned to look at Han Jiangque, he couldn’t help but hold his breath for a moment.

Han Jiangque wasn’t wearing clothes, just casually wrapping a bath towel around his waist. In the soft and dim warm yellow light, he looked like a figure from an oil painting, exuding a surreal sense of beauty.

Everything around was dark, with only him in the center of the frame. His skin emitted a creamy, healthy glow, and light and shadow seemed to be tamed by it. They dared only to cast gentle shadows on his straight nose and deep eyes.

“I… I’ll cook the noodles.”

Putting down the glass lamp, Wen Ke said hesitantly.

“I’ll do it.”

Han Jiangque shook his head, then walked over, picked up Wen Ke, and placed him beside the kitchen counter. He said, “You teach me how to cook.”

Wen Ke widened his eyes in surprise. “You can’t cook instant noodles?”

While unwrapping the noodle packaging and turning on the stove, Han Jiangque’s expression showed no change. However, his tone tightened slightly. “I used to only use hot water to make instant noodles.”

“The ones made with just hot water don’t taste good.”

“I’m not ignorant.” Han Jiangque unhappily snorted. “So, now I’m learning to cook for you.”

Wen Ke chuckled, so he sat on the kitchen counter, directing Han Jiangque. “There are eggs and canned luncheon meat in the fridge. Take them out. Oh, and grab a slice of cheese.”

Han Jiangque was obedient. Using the faint light, he quickly prepared everything. When the water started to produce dense bubbles at the bottom of the small pot, he followed Wen Ke’s instructions to put in the noodles, luncheon meat, and seasoning, then turned the heat to low.

“Now what?”

“Chop some green onions.” Wen Ke instructed.

“Too troublesome.” Han Jiangque mumbled softly. Holding the knife with a stiff posture, he cut the green onions into chunks as thick as a pinkie finger, some square, some rectangular. It couldn’t be called chopped green onions, only green onion clumps.

Wen Ke couldn’t help but turn away to laugh for a while. When the noodles were almost done, he asked him to break the eggs and sprinkle them into the pot. Then, he added the cheese.

The noodles were in a braised beef flavor, and the cheese slowly melted in the hot soup, producing a rich fragrance of milk and meat. It made Wen Ke’s stomach growl.

While the eggs were still semi-cooked, Wen Ke asked Han Jiangque to turn off the heat and scoop the noodle soup out. Jumping off the kitchen counter, he stirred the noodles with long chopsticks, then took out some sesame oil from the cabinet, dropping two drops into the pot. He sprinkled the ugly-cut green onions by Han Jiangque on top. That way, a bowl of steaming, brightly colored instant noodles was ready.

Han Jiangque held the large noodle bowl and sat down at the table with Wen Ke.

“It smells so good.” He handed the chopsticks to Wen Ke while saying, having never made such fragrant instant noodles before.

“Are you giving the whole bowl to me?” Wen Ke asked with a smile.

“Yeah.” Han Jiangque nodded.

Wen Ke responded with an “Oh” and actually took the chopsticks, burying his head to start eating. He deliberately ate loudly and then lowered his head to enjoy the warm noodle soup.

Of course, the tall Alpha was also hungry, but he just sat silently on the side, seemingly determined to let Wen Ke eat alone.

Later, it was unexpectedly Wen Ke who asked first, “You really won’t eat?”

Han Jiangque raised his head, and his dark eyes looked brightly at Wen Ke. His eyelashes were too long, twinkling even more under the flickering candlelight.

Unable to resist, Wen Ke used the chopsticks to roll up a large portion of noodles and fed it to him.

This action inexplicably reminded him of high school. The winter in the northern small town was exceptionally cold. After the evening self-study, he and Han Jiangque would pool money to eat a bowl of beef noodles at the school gate. It was the same back then, eating noodles rolled up with chopsticks. Although it looked childish, it felt like the portion was bigger and more satisfying.

“Is it delicious?”

“Yeah.” Han Jiangque nodded seriously. “Delicious.”

“Are you starving?” Wen Ke deliberately asked again.

Han Jiangque then shyly and awkwardly lowered his eyes without responding.

Wen Ke smiled, stood up, and fetched another pair of chopsticks.

This time, the two of them pulled their chairs together. Although they could have separated into two bowls, they didn’t. They ate intimately shoulder to shoulder, sharing a large bowl of noodles.

Han Jiangque originally restrained himself from eating too much. He deliberately left the egg and luncheon meat for Wen Ke, but Wen Ke naturally fed them back to him.

Wen Ke even intentionally stuffed the poorly cut green onions into Han Jiangque’s mouth, and Han Jiangque didn’t protest. He just ate it, and surprisingly, the green onions, coated with cheese and beef-flavored soup, tasted particularly fresh and sweet.

Outside, the heavy rain was still pouring, but they were eating with sweat dripping. Although it couldn’t be said they were full, the satisfaction was incomparable.

Wen Ke suddenly thought that the love in the city for people might be somewhat boring due to a comfortable life. There was no chaos, no storms.

But unexpectedly, during a typhoon, a power outage, and a bowl of instant noodles shared by two people, they could feel such a strong sense of happiness.

…

Before going to sleep at night, Wen Ke was worried that the typhoon might blow the windows too hard, so he took out the black cloth left over from moving.

The candle in the pineapple glass lamp was about to burn out. Taking advantage of the last bit of light, he held up the glass lamp to illuminate, while Han Jiangque stood on a chair, covering each window in the house with the cloth, forming the character “米.”

Finally, after pasting the last window in the bedroom, the candle officially burned out.

Han Jiangque jumped off the chair, and Wen Ke sighed in relief, putting the lamp aside.

The whole room was almost pitch black at this time. There was just a moment when a faint light passed through the window from a distance. Han Jiangque saw Wen Ke wearing his black T-shirt. The neckline was too wide, revealing a long, fair, and slender nape.

A neck like that of a giraffe.

Just like he had dreamed countless times over the past ten years.

Suddenly, Han Jiangque had an indescribable impulse. He bumped into Wen Ke from behind, catching him off guard, and pressed him abruptly onto the big bed.

“Han Jiangque,” Wen Ke, accustomed to being pounced on by him, skillfully wrapped his arms around his neck, feeling a bit helpless as he said, “Are you practicing how to tackle me like a prey?”

“Yeah.” Han Jiangque pressed heavily on him from behind, then rested his head on Wen Ke’s back. After a while, he asked in a low voice, “Wen Ke, is your heat period almost over?”

Wen Ke hesitated for a moment and then replied, “It should be over tomorrow.”

Han Jiangque fell silent. After a while, he faintly, almost inaudibly, asked, “Wen Ke, will you leave me again?”

However, he immediately realized that he hadn’t actually spoken these words out loud because Wen Ke didn’t respond, feeling a momentary relief.

He shouldn’t say it.

He didn’t want Wen Ke to know about the helplessness and vulnerability hidden beneath his seemingly calm and mature exterior.

In the past ten years, he had drawn back the curtains but couldn’t see the sunlight or the stars. It felt like a chaotic night followed by another night, unable to escape.

He should have escaped now, but in the midst of extreme happiness, there was still a lingering panic in his heart.

It would be great if the power outage continued.

If the power outage continued, gradually the phone would run out of battery, the candles would burn out, the food in the refrigerator would rot, and the water heater wouldn’t produce hot water.

People, of course, need electricity and light. Omegas also couldn’t stay in heat like this forever.

However, in that moment, Han Jiangque couldn’t help but have an extreme thought—

It would be good if the power outage continued, if time could freeze at this moment.

As long as he could have Wen Ke like this—

Even if he had to live forever in endless darkness, he would be willing.