Chapter 85
The ferocious beasts would not actively attack this place. As long as they kept a low profile and stayed quiet within the tribe without venturing out, nothing would happen.
Because of this, during past beast hordes, everyone ensured their own households had enough supplies. They only went out when food ran out, and whenever a beastman’s family was without food, Yuan Heng always managed to deliver supplies at just the right time. The beastmen of Danmu Tribe hardly needed to leave their homes during the beast horde.
But this year was different—no one had prepared any food at all...
Even if Yuan Heng was capable, he couldn’t possibly feed the entire tribe alone...
Mu ger felt a faint unease in his heart. His lips parted slightly as if he wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw Wang Jin’s gloomy expression—missing his beastman—he silently closed his mouth again.
Forget it. The beastmen would surely find a way to handle these matters. What they, the ger, could do was try not to distract their own beastmen.
Mu ger touched his belly. He needed to take good care of himself and the baby, so as not to hold A-Yuan back.
After dinner, they waited for a long time—so long that even Uncle Yong returned—but the beastmen still hadn’t come back.
Mu ger and Uncle Yong went back to their own rooms to rest. Wang Jin lay on the bed, but perhaps because he had slept too much these past few days, he couldn’t fall asleep tonight.
After who knows how long, the door was gently pushed open a crack. A sliver of moonlight spilled in, and a figure stepped into that light. Wang Jin immediately sat up in bed.
"Brother Heng?" he called toward the door.
The figure paused, then the door closed, and the lamp in the room was lit.
The man held the lamp, his expression tender as he walked over.
"Why aren’t you asleep yet?"
Seeing the man, Wang Jin’s heart felt as if it had been dipped in honey. He stretched out his arms and wrapped them around the man’s waist, burying his face against him and nuzzling. His voice was muffled, carrying a hint of a whine.
"Waiting for you."
The man carefully shielded the flickering flame with one hand to prevent it from burning his little ger, while his other hand gently stroked the soft black hair.
He didn’t answer, pouring all his affection into his gaze, transmitting it silently to the person on the bed.
"...Brother Heng..."
"Hm?"
"Brother Heng..."
"?"
"Brother Heng... Brother Heng..."
"......"
The little ger called out repeatedly, showing no sign of stopping, each utterance more clingy and sweet than the last, like a spoiled kitten rolling around and mewling for attention, its sweet murmurs making one’s heart melt.
The man’s heart softened completely. His fingers trembled slightly as he set the lamp down on the bedside table, then wrapped an arm around his little ger, leaning in to gently press his lips against the other’s, silencing those noisy yet unbearably sweet calls in his throat.
Wang Jin stiffened as if startled, his eyelashes fluttering faintly.
After a long moment, Yuan Heng released him.
The little ger’s face was flushed, as if satisfied, and he no longer called out incessantly. Instead, he gazed at him with watery eyes, his gaze like a hook, threatening to pull the man’s soul right out.
Yuan Heng’s eyes darkened. Unable to restrain himself, he pressed several kisses to the corners of those eyes, until the skin there turned a vivid red. Paired with those dazed, glistening eyes, the little ger looked as if he had been thoroughly bullied...
Yuan Heng’s heart grew even more restless. He reached out to extinguish the lamp—
But then, a faint noise came from the courtyard.
Yuan Heng stiffened slightly. Quickly, he pulled the blanket over the dazed little ger, took several deep breaths to suppress the heat in his chest, and stared intently at the door.
"What’s wrong?" Wang Jin, now regaining his senses, clutched the blanket and asked nervously.
Yuan Heng pinched the tip of his nose gently and said in a soft voice, "It’s nothing. Don’t worry. I’ll go take a look."
With that, the man got up and left the room.
Wang Jin watched the closed door anxiously. After a while, the man still hadn’t returned. Worried, he stepped barefoot toward the door and peered through the crack.
Under the moonlight, he saw Cheng Bai standing in the courtyard—
And facing him was Yuan Heng.
"!" Wang Jin blinked in surprise. What was Cheng Bai doing here so late?
He reached out to push the door open, but before he could, Cheng Bai turned and left the courtyard. Then the door opened, and the man standing there nearly collided with Wang Jin, who had been about to step out.
"Brother Heng, Cheng Bai—"
Before Wang Jin could finish, Yuan Heng noticed his bare feet and frowned. He immediately scooped him up by the waist.
Wang Jin let out a small gasp, cutting off his words.
Only after being carried back to the bed did Wang Jin speak again. "Cheng Bai, why was he—"
"You little ger, it’s so cold, aren’t you afraid of catching a chill?" Yuan Heng’s low voice interrupted him.
"......" Wang Jin paused, giving the man a strange look.
The man somehow produced a piece of fur, warmed it against his chest, and then carefully wiped the dust from Wang Jin’s feet, treating them as if they were the most precious treasure in the world. Wang Jin’s heart stirred as he watched, his expression softening.
Under the candlelight, the man’s lowered lashes cast fragmented shadows over his pale, glass-like irises, making those clear, translucent eyes appear deep and obscure, as if concealing turbulent emotions.
Yet his expression remained perfectly calm—like the undisturbed surface of a lake.
Something was definitely on the man’s mind.
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