Last Love chapter 58

Han Jiangque returned to Sega in the middle of the night. He went to the living room’s bathroom for a shower, and then quietly climbed into bed in the dark.

Wen Ke was already sleeping with his head on the pillow. Han Jiangque silently lay down, and through the gap in the curtains, a touch of moonlight was shining on Wen Ke’s side face.

His eyelashes were actually quite long. When his eyes were closed, it felt like there was a shadow cast there. The way he slept was like a very gentle animal.

His slender neck seemed to have stretched out due to loneliness, craving some kind of touch.

He always felt that Wen Ke was like a gentle giraffe.

Perhaps it was that kind of feeling that fully triggered his imagination of sensuality—

Wen Ke was such a captivating omega, with a slightly musky scent during heat, fluffy eyelashes, imperfect facial features, and a very full ass.

He didn’t know why, but suddenly many things came to his mind.

In the year when he was sixteen, he accidentally stumbled upon Wen Ke taking a bath.

From then on, desire was like a heavy rain, drenching him overnight.

He didn’t know if the initiation of desire for every boy was as tumultuous and uneasy at the beginning.

He dreamt of countless intimate poses with Wen Ke at night, and then, every morning upon waking up, felt intensely ashamed of such surging desires.

So, whenever he had the time, he would go crazy playing basketball on the court, pouring out his pent-up energy.

The adolescent desires, on one hand, were restrained with panic, and on the other hand, were endless fantasies. His attitude towards Wen Ke became strange because, at times, the sense of shame forced him to face Wen Ke with indifference. Yet, he couldn’t help but, when turned away, fantasize about the skin beneath Wen Ke’s school uniform shirt.

And this curiosity had nothing to do with pheromones.

After breaking ties with Wen Ke, he never felt curious about anyone’s scent again.

He often hung out with Fu Xiaoyu, watching movies, going to pubs, and sometimes studying. The scent of the A-level Omega magnolia on Fu Xiaoyu was so enticing that even the surrounding Alphas couldn’t help but take notice.

However, he never felt desire, not even once.

That summer was so hot and seemingly endless, the air so stifling that it felt like every pore was squeezing out all its moisture.

Han Jiangque remembered one lunch break, Wen Ke was lying on the desk, using a book to cover half of his face to block the sunlight, eyes closed, sleeping.

So he got fascinated and approached.

Between Wen Ke’s eyelashes, there was almost just a centimeter of distance.

He just stared at him, almost about to lean in for a kiss.

The hot wind blew in from outside the window, lifting a strand of Wen Ke’s jet-black hair and suddenly waking up the sleeping youth.

So, he immediately sat back at his own seat, as if nothing had happened.

In the years that followed, he often found himself wondering what Wen Ke’s eyelashes smelled like.

Probably fuzzy, a bit prickly on the tongue, and tasteless.

Later, during his university years in the United States, after a wild party where everyone was drinking, they decided to take turns sharing their most satisfying sexual experiences.

Everyone seemed to have something to share, but Han Jiangque had no experiences.

In the end, he had to awkwardly make up a short story about having sex with Wen Ke during a high school break, kissing Wen Ke’s eyelashes as he did it—

Although it was just a short two or three sentences, lacking any details due to his lack of experience, everyone still cheered with a “WOW.”

Han Jiangque didn’t know what to say, so he ended up alone on the balcony, slowly finishing the remaining half-bottle of beer, feeling a bit bitter.

The fantasies he had cherished for so many years seemed like a poorly written yellow story when spoken aloud.

At that moment, he suddenly felt very lonely in the crowd.

…

And that scene from those years seemed to reappear tonight.

Han Jiangque approached, hesitating, wanting to kiss Wen Ke’s eyelids but feeling a familiar timidity once again.

Afraid of waking Wen Ke, or perhaps afraid of something else.

But maybe because of his movements, Wen Ke’s eyelashes trembled, and he slowly woke up.

“You’re back…?”

The Omega mumbled quietly in a half-dream state, his eyes not fully open yet, but he naturally reached out his arms towards Han Jiangque from the blanket.

Han Jiangque remained silent, just burying his head in Wen Ke’s chest and then smoothly slipping into the Omega’s blanket.

“Is it late? I was waiting for you.” Wen Ke shook the blanket again, covering Han Jiangque entirely, then rubbed his head gently. “Have you had dinner? Are you tired?”

Han Jiangque still didn’t speak, just reaching out to hug Wen Ke’s waist tightly.

Wen Ke sensed his melancholy, lifted his chin with his hand, gently stroked his brows and eyes, and softly asked, “What’s wrong? Feeling down?”

…

Han Jiangque remained silent for a long time. Many words were on the tip of his tongue, but it seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to say them. Finally, he just murmured, “It’s nothing.”

He really didn’t want to argue with Fu Xiaoyu.

During the time when Wen Ke was away, Fu Xiaoyu was the friend who stayed with him the longest.

In any case, having a heated dispute with his most important friend was a frustrating thing.

Fu Xiaoyu was that kind of Omega—smart, calm, ambitious, seizing every opportunity, and skillfully controlling his own destiny.

It was precisely because of this that they eventually became friends.

To some extent, Han Jiangque actually understood very well that subconsciously, he has always longed for someone as powerful and intelligent as Fu Xiaoyu in his life. Even if it’s just as a friend, only someone with such a personality could truly attract him.

He needed a sense of security, wanting to be protected.

This vulnerability was ingrained in him.

But now, it couldn’t be like this.

He was Wen Ke’s Alpha, husband, and possibly even a father.

He was actually nervous to the point of almost being afraid.

Han Jiangque paused, then suddenly, as if disguising his emotions, softly said, “Xiao Ke, I kind of want to do it…”

Wen Ke hesitated for a moment, then a hint of shyness appeared in his eyes as he said softly, “We haven’t confirmed whether I’m pregnant or not. Maybe we shouldn’t go all the way in yet, okay…?”

As he said this, he turned slightly, intimately approaching to sit on Han Jiangque’s lap. Then, he discreetly reached down, wearing a faint smile on his face, and said, “I’ll get you off.”

“Um…”

Perhaps the touch was too wonderful, and Han Jiangque couldn’t help but emit a low moan.

He tilted his head back and was gently embraced by Wen Ke.

Although he was tall, he seemed to fit well snuggled in Wen Ke’s arms like this.

Wen Ke stroked his ears and hair, actively riding on top of the Alpha, affectionately and softly called out, “Han Xiaoque….”

Han Jiangque’s fingers trembled slightly, feeling as if an electric current had passed through his heart.

Being held and cared for by this Omega, who was much smaller in stature, felt like that time when Wen Ke pressed him down and took the beating for him—

An overwhelming pleasure swept over him in that instant.

He was probably the only Alpha in the world who could experience a physiological climax due to being surrounded by a sense of security.

Han Jiangque trembled, feeling the scorching warmth as he pressed close to Wen Ke, then slowly closed his eyes.

If he were to lose Fu Xiaoyu as a friend because of today’s events, it would indeed be painful.

To him, Fu Xiaoyu was even more important than the wealth and status of the Han family.

But even if he lost Fu Xiaoyu in terms of friendship, and even if his words were cold, he made today’s decision without the slightest hesitation.

Because his life experiences made him understand better than anyone—

In this fleeting life, the things one can firmly grasp are actually very, very few.

He wasn’t intelligent, so he wasn’t greedy.

He only wanted Wen Ke.