Chapter 50
Is he drunk?
Wang Jin’s eyes lit up as he tried to push the man up to get a better look at him, but the man remained motionless, slumped over his shoulder.
“Little ger…”
The man’s hot breath brushed against Wang Jin’s neck, sending shivers down his sensitive skin, raising goosebumps and leaving a tingling numbness in its wake.
That tingling sensation surged upward, spreading until even Wang Jin’s scalp went numb.
His fingers trembled slightly, and a soft hum escaped his lips. “Hmm?”
“Little lunatic…” The man wrapped his arms around Wang Jin, switching to a different nickname.
The man often called him “little ger” and “little lunatic,” always with a teasing lilt.
But tonight was different - his voice was thick, sticky, as if coated in honey.
Even though he had spoken aloud, Wang Jin felt as though the words still lingered in the man’s heart, twisting and turning with an unbreakable tenderness that made his own heart ache with longing.
Wang Jin’s entire body burned.
The man must be drunk, when sober, he was never this clingy.
“A-Jin.” The man changed his address again, swaying as he straightened up. He cupped Wang Jin’s face, studied him for a moment, then suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace.
“Mine.”
As if declaring ownership, the man’s hold was domineering, yet his expression was childlike. Clutching Wang Jin as though he were his most treasured possession, afraid someone might snatch him away.
Wang Jin froze for a moment, his heartbeat pounding so loudly in his ears that it nearly deafened him.
So this was how the man acted when drunk…
Wang Jin buried his burning face against the man’s chest.
The little ger’s affectionate movement was like a restless pebble skipping across the surface of the man’s heart, sending ripples cascading through it.
The man’s heart melted into a puddle. He tightened his arms, convinced that the person in his embrace was the finest ger in the world.
He wanted to be good to him, to treat him with endless kindness.
Pulling the little ger up, the man led him inside.
Then he rummaged through the house, gathering fruits, meats, and furs from every corner and piling them before Wang Jin.
Wang Jin, still reeling from the earlier emotions, stared blankly at the mountain of items in front of him.
“Brother Heng, what’s all this?”
“Ice fruits from Snow Mist Mountain, bud fruits from Poison Mist Camphor, white jade fruits from the python’s den, honey… all the sweet fruits you like. Eat them.”
The man pushed the pile of fruits toward Wang Jin.
Though he knew the man always kept some fruits at home, he never expected this many!
Wang Jin loved fruit, but this… this was a mountain of it. Just looking at it made his stomach feel uncomfortably full.
Next, the man laid out pieces of marinated tender meat. “Pork tenderloin, lovebird pigeon, young beast meat, all for you to eat.”
He pushed them toward Wang Jin, eyes shining like a child seeking praise.
Wang Jin went from stunned to utterly speechless.
Then the man unfolded stack after stack of furs, spreading them before Wang Jin. “Giant beast fur, hemp-hog leather, velvet beast pelts… all for you to make clothes.”
“……” Wang Jin’s lips twitched involuntarily.
Having presented everything he could find, the man began tearing the house apart in search of more.
Wang Jin snapped out of his daze and tried to stop him, but how could he match the man’s strength?
In no time, the house was in complete disarray, with barely any room to step.
Wang Jin looked around in despair.
He regretted it, he deeply regretted letting the man drink!
“Brother Heng…” Wang Jin grabbed the man’s arm, mustering his courage to persuade him. “Stop, that’s enough! I’m more than satisfied…”
“Not enough.” The man turned, clasping Wang Jin’s hand and gently rubbing his thumb over the delicate skin of his knuckles. “My little ger deserves better.”
Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. His expression was solemn and serious, if not for the scent of alcohol and his bizarre behavior, no one would guess he was drunk.
“East of here, past the jungle, there’s a lake. They say the snowfish there are the most delicious. I’ll catch some for you.”
With that, he turned to leave.
Wang Jin panicked and yanked him back.
“You’re going *now?”
“Mm. I’ll be back soon.”
There was no way Wang Jin would let him go out in this state.
He clung to him desperately. “It’s already dark… going out at night isn’t safe. Besides, I’m full.”
Yuan Heng glanced at the sky, his eyes gleaming with confidence.
“Don’t worry. I’m strong.” He raised his hand, his fingers tensing as his nails elongated into sharp claws, glinting coldly under the moonlight streaming into the house.
The man never showed these dangerous claws in front of Wang Jin, this was the first time Wang Jin had seen his weapons.
Those claws were as sharp as blades, capable of tearing through any prey’s flesh… their pale gleam in the night carried an eerie beauty.
Yet, one claw on his index finger was broken, ruining the symmetry.
Wang Jin reached out and cradled that hand. The claw had been worn down, he knew it was from when the man carved the white jade hairpin for him.
His nose stung, his heart swelling with emotion. The man was always like this, silently giving everything, whether Wang Jin asked for it or not.
Ignoring the sharp claws, Wang Jin pressed his palm against them.
At the last moment, the man retracted his claws, catching Wang Jin’s hand safely in his own broad palm.
“Brother Heng, don’t go. It’s too dark.”
“……” The man carefully examined Wang Jin’s hand, ensuring there wasn’t a single scratch, before finally relaxing.
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