Last Love chapter 49

Wen Ke’s entire face was flushed from crying, and he sniffled loudly. Despite knowing how embarrassing and shameful he must look, he couldn’t seem to stop.

It had been ten years since he cried like this because he knew no one would want to listen.

Only Han Jiangque cared, and that’s why he could be so unrestrained.

In his mind, warm images involuntarily flashed back—mom’s fried spare ribs, crispy meat, and winter melon soup; watching the neighboring kids set off firecrackers in the snow during Chinese New Year; and the old, yellowed wall at home covered with his certificates and awards.

Every birthday, he would take a photo with his mom in front of that wall.

He grew older each year, while his mom aged year by year. In those radiant moments captured in the photos, he was still too young to ever consider the matter of death.

He never thought that one day, his mom, holding his hand, would eventually grow thin and weary, leaving him alone in this world.

Wen Ke lay on Han Jiangque’s chest, choked up, saying, “Han Jiangque… these, these years, I’ve been so lonely.”

“I know, I know…”

Han Jiangque tightly embraced him. His heart ached so much it trembled, and he could only stroke Wen Ke’s back repeatedly.

With red eyes, he slowly said, “Wen Ke, I’m here. It’s okay now, it’s all over… I’m by your side, I’m by your side.”

Saying this, he carefully lifted Wen Ke’s face.

“Wen Ke, I love you.”

Han Jiangque solemnly, almost as if making a vow, said, “I won’t let you feel lonely again.”

The Omega’s face was truly small, so it could be delicately cradled in his palm. After crying so hard, his cheeks and eyelashes were still wet, and he looked at Han Jiangque, nodding vigorously.

At that moment, Han Jiangque suddenly trembled, realizing that this was what it felt like to love someone.

His own feelings and mood seemed to lose meaning all of a sudden.

In his entire heart, all that remained was the desire to cherish and protect him, almost wishing to grow into towering trees at that moment, shielding him from life’s storms and rains.

Love wasn’t about demanding; on the contrary, it was irresistibly giving oneself away—

At that moment when one no longer mattered, one truly understood that they had fallen in love completely and irrevocably.

…

After a long time, Wen Ke finally began to calm down.

It was truly magical; after such a crying session, despite feeling physically drained, his mood improved significantly.

The pebbles that had oppressed his chest for many years seemed to have been washed away by a torrential rain, turning into a river flowing quietly out of his body—

He felt lighter.

Wen Ke sat on Han Jiangque’s waist, feeling a bit embarrassed. Wanting to say something, he asked very softly, “Are my eyes swollen?”

“They are,” Han Jiangque nodded honestly.

After a pause, he added, “But still beautiful.”

He sounded a bit like a clumsy fool trying to comfort someone.

Wen Ke, with moist eyes, couldn’t help but smile a little, humming, “If they’re swollen, they can’t be beautiful.”

His nose was red, his eyes were like small peaches, and he was still hiccuping a bit awkwardly. But, of course, they couldn’t be described as beautiful.

But Han Jiangque liked it anyway.

Holding Wen Ke’s round ass, he lifted his soft body upward, and the two foreheads touched.

“My little giraffe, you’re the prettiest, and your eyes are the most beautiful.”

He felt a bit cheesy saying that, but it was irresistible.

Wen Ke suddenly wanted to be intimate with Han Jiangque.

Different from the intense desire during the heat, the feeling now was gentler. He wanted to gently rub their skins together, share intimate whispers, be a bit spoiled, especially wanted to be spoiled.

“Han Xiaoque, are my eyes… really beautiful?”

In the gaps between their intertwined lips, Wen Ke asked.

“yes.”

“Then…” Wen Ke blushed a bit, continuing to ask softly, “What’s your favorite part of me?”

Asking while guessing the answer.

Actually, very few people had praised his eyes. But he thought his lips weren’t bad; perhaps Han Jiangque would like them. It could also be his forehead because Han Jiangque liked to kiss it.

Thinking this way, he couldn’t help but start looking forward to Han Jiangque’s answer.

“Mm.”

Han Jiangque was still fully focused on kissing Wen Ke. He seemed to not think too much and straightforwardly replied, “ass.”

“…”

Wen Ke was momentarily speechless.

Actually, this couldn’t be considered an unexpected answer. It’s just that in the context of their recent conversation, he clearly asked about facial features.

But evidently, for Han Jiangque, the answer to this question was definite and singular.

Wen Ke, infuriated, bit Han Jiangque’s ear fiercely.

He pushed away Han Jiangque’s hand, which had somehow found its way to his ass, covering his own behind to prevent further touching. But then he realized how foolish this was and decided to retaliate differently.

Since Han Jiangque insisted on touching his ass, he could find a place to touch back.

So, after some contemplation, he simply extended his hand into the water and grabbed what was between Han Jiangque’s legs.

“Hey—!”

Han Jiangque instantly arched his body, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

Normally, Wen Ke might have given up immediately. But today, he surprisingly felt a bit mischievous. He pinned Han Jiangque against the edge of the bathtub, kissing and nibbling, and his hands kept moving.

Han Jiangque clenched his teeth, but the cramped bathtub didn’t allow him to escape. The Omega on top of him was his precious one, so he reluctantly allowed himself to be bullied.

In this non-heat period, Alphas seemed to be more sensitive to such playfulness than Omegas. Just after a few touches, the scent of whiskey and pheromones on Han Jiangque became even more intense.

“Xiao Ke…”

Han Jiangque took a deep breath. He raised his body, leaned toward Wen Ke’s ear, and with a somewhat expectant tone, tentatively asked, “Can we do it tonight?”

“But I’m not in heat.”

Wen Ke said, pretending to be serious.

Han Jiangque’s expression instantly became disappointed. If he were really a little wolf, his ears would probably droop at hearing this.

Seeming to give up, he lay on the edge of the bathtub, letting Wen Ke have his way.

Wen Ke stifled a laugh for a while, then leaned over to kiss Han Jiangque’s nose, showing a pitiful expression, “Well… i’m just afraid it’ll hurt.”

Han Jiangque immediately perked up. His pitch-black eyes were lively as he vigorously shook his head, “No, I’ll be careful.”

“Really?”

Wen Ke smiled again.

For the first time, he realized he had a talent for teasing Han Jiangque.

During their relationship, he seemed to have become more lively and mischievous. He was good at being spoiled and even good at mischief.

It was a strange feeling. In the sweet interaction with his beloved, he seemed to see a more charming version of himself than before.

“Really!”

Han Jiangque certainly sensed Wen Ke’s intentions from his tone. He lifted the entire Omega from the water, taking a step out of the bathtub.

Perhaps this movement was too big, and he was afraid of scaring Wen Ke again, so he immediately lowered his head gently, kissed Wen Ke’s forehead, and said, “I’ll be very gentle, Xiao Ke.”

“Like handling a marshmallow, gentle.”

He said it very seriously.