Chapter 87
In the small sub-tribe led by Yuan Heng and Xiao Ruo, a rumor had been circulating over the past few days—Wang Jin was the younger brother of Ning’an City’s lord.
That lunatic who had been picked up and scorned by many people turned out to be a ger from Ning’an City, and far away in that city, he still had living relatives.
If that was the case, then Yuan Heng’s marriage to that little lunatic—without his family’s knowledge—was invalid!
They had always been the tribe’s most loving couple, but in the end, they could only be considered unmarried partners living together…
This…
Though understandable, most people in the tribe believed that beastmen and gers should only cohabit after marriage…
Fortunately, during the beast horde, no one had much energy to gossip about this.
Even so, on the very night the rumor spread, the man packed some of his belongings and moved to the neighboring house.
Wang Jin was so furious his scalp tingled. He followed the man step by step to the next house, where the man was busy arranging his things, while Wang Jin seized the opportunity to claim the bed.
Curled up on the bed, Wang Jin’s eyes followed the man’s every move, as if his gaze had been born solely to cling to him.
The stare behind him was scorching and pure. Yuan Heng didn’t even need to turn around to know that the little ger’s eyes must be clear and bright, shimmering under the lamplight like the surface of a lake under moonlight—so beautiful that no matter how many times he saw them, they always stole his breath away.
When he got closer, those eyes would reflect his own image like a mirror, as if the little ger could see nothing but him. That realization alone was enough to set his heart racing…
Yuan Heng stiffened, not daring to turn around. That gaze never wavered until he had finished putting everything in place…
The man stood with his back to Wang Jin, paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and finally turned around.
The little ger lay on his side on the bed, his outer robe already shed, leaving only a thin undergarment. The flimsy fabric was slightly sheer, and the delicate skin half-hidden beneath it was even more alluring than if it were fully exposed.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing the little ger like this still made Yuan Heng’s heart lurch violently.
The little ger stared at him fixedly, his eyes filled not only with dependence but also a trace of resentment and grievance, as if blaming him for neglecting him…
At this moment, Yuan Heng’s heart felt like a drumskin, struck repeatedly by drumsticks in a rapid, relentless rhythm.
The pounding of his heartbeat echoed loudly in the quiet space, each thump resonating in his ears.
Yuan Heng’s fingers trembled slightly, and his feet moved toward the little ger of their own accord.
Seeing him approach, the little ger’s expression grew even more aggrieved, his lips pursing as his damp eyes glistened, as if he might burst into tears at any second.
Yuan Heng’s heart ached. His fingers twitched, and before he knew it, he had reached out and pulled the delicate figure into his arms.
The weather had turned cold, and the little ger, dressed so thinly, had no idea how long he had been lying there—his entire body was frighteningly chilly.
Frowning, Yuan Heng grabbed the nearby blanket and draped it over him.
The little ger seemed genuinely cold now that he had found a warm source, burrowing deeper into his embrace.
"……" Yuan Heng allowed the little ger to press his icy hands against his own heated skin… and held him even tighter.
After a while, once the little ger’s body had warmed up, Yuan Heng pressed his lips together and spoke.
"Little ger…" He paused, staring at the top of the little ger’s head, then continued softly, "Shall I carry you back to your own room?"
His voice was gentle, carrying a hint of persuasion and coaxing.
Wang Jin’s fingers trembled, his knuckles tightening as he clutched desperately at the fabric of the man’s waist. His face buried in the man’s chest, his voice came out muffled.
"No. This is my room. I’m sleeping here."
"……" Yuan Heng fell silent for a moment before stroking his smooth hair and relenting. "…Alright, sleep then."
Wang Jin’s heart eased, and joy surged within him. He quickly lifted his head, gripping Yuan Heng’s collar. "Good, then let’s sleep."
Yuan Heng blinked in surprise, then softened his expression, a faint smile curling his lips as he lifted the blanket and settled down with Wang Jin in his arms.
Only then, nestled against the man’s chest, did Wang Jin close his eyes in contentment.
In the middle of the night, Wang Jin slept restlessly. When he woke up, he instinctively reached for the man’s warmth, only to roll into a vast, cold emptiness.
His drowsiness vanished instantly. He lit a lamp and threw off the covers—there was no sign of the man beside him.
A quick glance around confirmed it—he had somehow been moved back to his own room.
Fury prickled at his scalp. Without caring for the hour, he stormed over to the neighboring house.
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