Last Love chapter 74

Wen Ke suddenly felt at a loss. He supported Han Jiangque’s shoulder and cautiously stuck his head out like a groundhog.

The door to Xu Jiale’s room, which had been tightly closed before bedtime, was now slightly open.

Wen Ke’s expression suddenly became anxious. He tugged at Han Jiangque’s arm and whispered very softly, “Did Fu Xiaoyu go to Xu Jiale’s room?”

“Yeah,” Han Jiangque nodded.

The two exchanged glances inside the blanket, both looking unsure of what to do.

After a while, Han Jiangque frowned, sat up, put on his pants, and said, “This is not good, right? If Xiaoyu is drunk, we can’t risk anything happening. I have to go check—”

Even if Fu Xiaoyu usually had a strong demeanor, he was still an Omega, and a drunk one at that. In this situation, a person entering the Alpha’s bedroom at night seemed dangerous. Han Jiangque and Fu Xiaoyu were long-time friends, so naturally, he felt concerned.

“Wait,” Wen Ke suddenly grabbed Han Jiangque.

His forehead was still slightly sweaty. When he sat up, a slender, snow-white neck protruded from the blanket. “Don’t rush over immediately.”

Wen Ke had completely calmed down by now and said softly, “Xu Jiale isn’t drunk. There shouldn’t be any trouble. Xiaoyu has just entered; you rushing over now might make things awkward for everyone if nothing is going on between them. Let’s wait a bit, pay attention to any movement, and if something seems wrong, we can go over then.”

After contemplating for a moment, Han Jiangque thought Wen Ke’s suggestion made sense. He crawled back into the blanket and gently pulled him back into his embrace.

After the recent incident, both of them refrained from making any impulsive moves and instead whispered quietly to each other.

…

When Fu Xiaoyu entered, Xu Jiale was actually not asleep.

He appeared gentle and refined, but before marrying Jin Chu, he used to live a wild and carefree life. During his college days, he could down dozens of shots of liquor mixed together at pubs, even putting the Caucasian classmates to shame.

Wen Ke knew this about him, and a bit of alcohol wouldn’t make him lose control.

But having a good alcohol tolerance was also distressing sometimes. Occasionally, he genuinely wished to get drunk.

Before going to sleep, seeing Wen Ke and Han Jiangque cuddling together under a blanket on the carpet, he suddenly felt a twinge of pain in his chest—

He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he last felt such a sweet, romantic sensation.

He was not yet thirty, but years of married life made him feel like a middle-aged corpse, moving through life like a walking dead during the daytime. The lively and noisy daytime activities transformed into a more intense bitterness at night.

Xu Jiale smoked until his throat was hoarse, not bothering to get water until the last cigarette was extinguished. It was only then that he lazily collapsed on the bed, gazing at the pitch-black night outside the B City window.

When Fu Xiaoyu walked in, he was flipping through the last few WeChat messages with Jin Chu.

Jin Chu had said, “Feeling a bit better after chatting. Suddenly craving your homemade sweet and sour pork.”

He didn’t reply.

When Jin Chu complained about other things, he remained calm. But when Jin Chu said, “Craving your homemade sweet and sour pork,” he suddenly felt irritable, inexplicably uncomfortable.

At this moment, the bedroom door suddenly creaked open.

He initially thought it was Wen Ke coming in to get something. However, the person who walked in took two steps inside before the moonlight from outside illuminated their face—

It was Fu Xiaoyu.

Even Fu Xiaoyu, who was walking unsteadily, half-closed his eyes. He stumbled and groped his way to the bedside, then plopped down next to Xu Jiale.

Xu Jiale was suddenly startled, and his phone fell to the side.

He stared blankly for quite a while, finally sitting up straight and looking thoughtfully at the man who had suddenly come to lie beside him.

Fu Xiaoyu slightly turned his body, and the small gland exposed on the back of his neck was actually quite delicate, supporting the thin skin there, gleaming with a healthy sheen and without any flaws—

This posture was undoubtedly dangerous for a drunk Omega who hadn’t been officially marked yet.

Whether it was due to the cold or discomfort in his stomach, Fu Xiaoyu had almost curled up into a small ball.

He subconsciously fumbled around with one hand and then unabashedly pulled the nicely arranged blanket that Xu Jiale was covered in inch by inch, wrapping it around himself, legs tucked inside.

“Hey.”

Startled by the sudden loss of the blanket, Xu Jiale shivered slightly.

He reached out to pat Fu Xiaoyu’s back, intending to comfort him, but unexpectedly, just as he did so, Fu Xiaoyu turned over at that moment, and his face happened to press against the palm of Xu Jiale’s hand.

Xu Jiale’s entire arm stiffened.

He thought that Fu Xiaoyu would immediately wake up, but perhaps due to the warmth of the palm, this omega buried his face even deeper.

His skin was delicate, and perhaps due to the alcohol, his face felt warm to the touch.

Fu Xiaoyu was tall and had a strong personality.

Except for this strange moment, Xu Jiale had never realized how small Fu Xiaoyu’s face was. While rubbing it in his palm, it felt like he was petting a small cat.

Xu Jiale’s brow furrowed slightly. Although he had worked with Fu Xiaoyu for some time, he disliked and felt repulsed by Fu Xiaoyu’s personality. Privately, they had no interaction.

This intimate contact made him feel very uncomfortable. Besides, he had a somewhat spoiled temperament when facing Jin Chu. Therefore, he couldn’t bear it and directly pushed Fu Xiaoyu away.

The Omega, who was still in a daze, slowly opened his eyes.

For several seconds, although he was looking at Xu Jiale, he seemed to be completely unaware of what was going on.

“Fu Xiaoyu,” Xu Jiale called out in a deep voice. “Fu Xiaoyu?”

“It’s me.”

Fu Xiaoyu stared blankly at Xu Jiale, and after a long while, he said with a nasal tone, “I know you’re Xu Jiale.”

Xu Jiale was speechless. He snapped his fingers loudly near Fu Xiaoyu’s ear and said, “Are you awake? Do you still recognize who I am? You came to my room in the middle of the night, you know?”

“I’m in your room?”

Fu Xiaoyu repeated slowly, seeming quite dull. At this moment, he suddenly shivered and, with his originally round cat-like eyes widened, exclaimed, “Xu Jiale… I’m in your room?”

As soon as he said it, he seemed surprised himself.

“Sorry, sorry.” Fu Xiaoyu abruptly sat up.

“The faucet in the master bathroom seemed to have a problem, so I… I came out. I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry, Xu Jiale, really sorry…”

His words were stammered.

This usually strong and capable Omega had never shown such a flustered appearance, and whether it was due to intoxication or embarrassment, his face turned extremely red.

But even so, he still tried to look at Xu Jiale apologetically when he apologized.

It was his habit. No matter what difficulties he faced, he always tried to look directly at others while speaking. It was a matter of presence and manners, even though this habit made him feel embarrassed to the point that his fingers were trembling.

“Yeah.”

Xu Jiale couldn’t be bothered with further questions and said directly, “Then, let’s switch rooms, so you won’t have to bother later.”

“Th-thank you…”

Fu Xiaoyu wanted to refuse, but for some reason, when Xu Jiale decisively decided, he couldn’t come up with an objection and could only awkwardly agree.

“Pass me the phone.” Xu Jiale stood up, pointing to Fu Xiaoyu’s ass. “It’s under you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Fu Xiaoyu nodded.

He lowered his head and fumbled around on the bed, searched for a while, and finally found Xu Jiale’s phone, causing the blanket to slide to the side.

The phone’s screen accidentally lit up, revealing a screensaver of a male Omega smiling, revealing white teeth.

The smile was so sweet, like a blooming rose, making it hard to determine the Omega’s age.

Holding the phone, Fu Xiaoyu, for some reason, forgot to hand it over to Xu Jiale.

“Is this… Jin Chu?” He suddenly asked without any context.

For their usually indifferent relationship, this question probably crossed the line.

“Yeah,” Xu Jiale wasn’t pleased.

He slightly furrowed his eyebrows, took the phone, and quickly changed the topic, reprimanding with a tone that wasn’t too heavy, “If you can’t handle alcohol, drink less. And don’t mix your drinks.”

Fu Xiaoyu obediently looked at Xu Jiale, his reactions still slow.

However, amidst the sluggishness, for some reason, there seemed to be deep and turbulent emotions in his heart.

After a while, he suddenly looked up at Xu Jiale and said, “Just now… when you and Wen Ke were talking about Jin Chu on the balcony, I accidentally overheard it.”

Xu Jiale’s eyes immediately darkened dangerously. “And?”

He didn’t like being spied on, especially since that matter was far from honorable.

It made him embarrassed, made him angry.

Fu Xiaoyu remained silent.

“I’m asking you, And?” Xu Jiale asked expressionlessly again.

“I don’t know,” Fu Xiaoyu murmured, “I just overheard it.”

The alcohol had eroded his sanity, and he really didn’t know what he was saying.

He just heard something unrelated to him, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it while drinking.

He didn’t know why he felt so upset, upset to the point of losing control.

Jin Chu was beautiful, but he wasn’t inferior.

Comparing them was somewhat meaningless. He didn’t like Xu Jiale, and he had nothing to do with Jin Chu.

But he had been striving to be the perfect Fu Xiaoyu all his life, yet he had never been loved by anyone, never been embraced by Han Jiangque on the dance floor like that.

It was too unfair. He wasn’t qualified to envy Wen Ke. So, he could only irrationally envy Jin Chu, who was thousands of miles away and whom he had never met.

Whether Xu Jiale was amused or irritated by this, he rarely cursed, “Damn it, none of your damn business.”

Fu Xiaoyu didn’t get angry; he just stared blankly at Xu Jiale.

His silk shirt had been unbuttoned several buttons, revealing a large expanse of skin.

The collarbone was slender, and a few light red moles were visible on it. Because the skin was fair, they stood out clearly.

For some reason, Xu Jiale suddenly thought of the way Fu Xiaoyu ate salad bit by bit at night without clothes.

Fu Xiaoyu must be really thin. Perhaps, if he took off his clothes, there would be many small red moles on his body.

For some reason, Xu Jiale suddenly leaned down, pressed Fu Xiaoyu onto the bed, and roughly lifted Fu Xiaoyu’s chin.

He looked at Fu Xiaoyu beneath him.

This Omega had a unique pair of cat-like eyes, wide eye distance, and light iris color. When they were hazy, it seemed like a layer of mist covered them, shining with a charming and pitiful light when looking at him.

He hadn’t thought that Fu Xiaoyu would also show such an expression.

He didn’t like this Omega at all, and he even instinctively resisted and felt repulsed. But when Fu Xiaoyu asked, “Is it Jin Chu?” his emotions gradually became agitated.

He couldn’t cope with the frustration brought by Jin Chu being with others in bed, but it seemed like there was an outlet for his disappointment.

Sleeping with Fu Xiaoyu was that outlet.

The suppression power of an Alpha in such moments was terrifying. Fu Xiaoyu trembled all over, like a cat having a stress reaction. His whole body stiffened, unable to even struggle.

In that instant, a strong chill invaded Xu Jiale’s consciousness.

It was even a kind of creepy feeling, humans could actually erupt with such selfishness and malice in certain hidden moments.

Xu Jiale felt a sudden twinge in his chest, took a deep breath, and suddenly released Fu Xiaoyu, standing up.

“What scent does your pheromone have?”

He asked casually, as if the intense moment just now didn’t exist.

“Ma …. Magnolia.”

Fu Xiaoyu remained silent for a while, finally saying in a hoarse voice.

“Sweet to the point of being annoying.”

Xu Jiale resumed his usual appearance, chuckled casually, then turned and walked out of the room.

After a while, he returned and gently placed a cup of hot honey lemon at the bedside.

It was a small gesture of apology for the sudden malice that had surfaced in his heart.

Fu Xiaoyu still buried his head in the blanket without making a sound, but Xu Jiale knew that he was still awake.