Chapter 2: The man is like a knight, kissing the floating...

Even if the system blocks 50% of the pain, the feeling of being stabbed is still very uncomfortable.

Fu You felt his strength draining away from his body bit by bit, and his vision began to turn black due to blood loss.

The guards who arrived restrained Lawn, who was still holding his head and trying to defend himself, and calmed the frightened guests.

There were noises, footsteps... the scene was in chaos. Fu You forced himself to stay awake and looked up at Blake who was treating his wounds.

Blake took out the cell healing agent and sprayed it on Fuyou's wound. Fuyou was slightly allergic to it and could only use the diluted version.

The effect was minimal, but fortunately the bleeding stopped.

The blood stained the young man's heavy formal dress, making it sticky and clung to his thin chest.

"Are you... okay?" For some reason, Blake's voice sounded a little deep when he asked Fu You.

Hearing the question, he raised his eyelashes, but due to the angle, he could only see the man's tense jaw.

It's like... he's suppressing some emotions.

Fu You chuckled softly, his voice a little hoarse, "It's okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu You felt the man's hand around his waist tighten again.

But before Blake could ask any further questions, the doctors who arrived in time helped Fu You away and took him to treat his wounds.

As they passed each other, Fu You raised his eyes again. This time, he finally saw Blake's expression clearly.

The man's dark eyes, which had always been as deep as the ocean, suddenly began to stir. However, the moment he looked into Fu You's eyes, the waves returned to silence.

Only that gaze, as if it were real, always remained fixed on Fu You.

Fu You noticed that gaze.

He lowered his eyelashes, immediately covering up the dark meaning in his eyes.

The doctor treated Fu You's wound skillfully.

The specially formulated healing agent wouldn't cause an allergic reaction, but the side effect was far more severe than normal healing pain. Even halving the pain was enough to make many tough-skinned alpha soldiers cry out in pain.

Fu You remained silent, his half-undone shirt clinging to the youth's beautifully shaped torso, stained with clotted blood. His shoulders and neck were drenched in sweat, and his long, watery golden hair flowed across his pale, heaving chest like flowing molten gold.

Only when the healing agent seeped deep into his skin and flesh would he let out a few suppressed groans.

There seemed to be a sweet scent in the air. Doctor Alpha's face suddenly turned red behind his mask, whether it was due to the heat or something else.

His ears flushed, and he dared not look at the perfect face of Count Beaumont that tempted him to commit a crime, and tried to focus all his attention on the other's wound.

Fu You was unaware of the doctor's unusual reaction.

He thought to himself: Sure enough, because he changed the development of this part of the plot, the male protagonist's impression of him seems to have changed.

This is probably the so-called butterfly effect.

Fu You sighed in his heart.

The doctor finally treated the handsome family head's wound. He breathed a sigh of relief and, after getting permission, almost fled from the room.

Fu You leaned against an exquisite velvet sofa, blood-soaked dress cloth scattered at his feet. His half-naked torso was wrapped in pure white bandages, and his long, golden hair draped across his shoulders, neck, and chest, outlining the youth's sharp, straight, thin muscles. Under the light, his skin was as pale as cold jade, radiating a jewel-like glow.

Fu You lowered his eyes to look at the wound hidden under the bandage, his fingertips stroking the armrest of the sofa, and a deep thought appeared in his blue eyes.

Now, it's far from the time for the main characters to change their views on him. The male protagonist's attitude cannot affect his final mission score.

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The banquet to celebrate Fu You's acquisition of the title of earl ended in such a sudden situation.

I believe that for a long time to come, this matter will be the topic of conversation among the upper-class nobles in the first star.

Fu You didn't care at all. He was the typical person who didn't mind being bitten by lice. He had already been swarmed with rumors, so how could he afford to add another little thing like this?

In the evening, wine-colored clouds covered the sky.

After finishing the banquet, Blake responded to the call and came to Fu You's bedroom.

He knocked on the door only once, and Fu You's voice, ordering him to come in, came from outside the door.

The man suppressed the emotion in his face and walked in silently and loyally.

Surprisingly, the bedroom curtains were not drawn, and the afterglow of the sunset streamed in through the crystal-decorated window frames.

Blake looked at Fu You, who sat by the window, legs crossed. His elegant, perfect profile was shrouded in a layer of mottled light and shadow. Like a pure white plaster angel deep within a church, it possessed an almost sacred quality.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, Fu You put down the book in his hand on his knees and looked up at Blake.

He was wearing only a thin silk shirt, and his face remained pale, bloodless. However, under the light, his long, smiling emerald green eyes shone inexplicably, and his lips were a strange red.

The red color complements the ruby ​​held in the mouth of the long snake on the young man's left ear.

The Beaumont family crest is the serpent, and only hereditary heads of the family, with a rank of earl or above, are allowed to wear the crest.

Perhaps noticing Blake's gaze, Fu You raised his hand and touched the earring, and the curve at the corner of his lips suddenly widened.

He looked at Blake and asked casually, "Didn't Lawn's father show up?"

"In the afternoon, Grand Duke Longbardi sent someone to your house to inquire about the situation." Blake lowered his eyelashes to hide the expression in his eyes and answered respectfully.

While answering, Blake secretly raised his eyelids and observed Fu You.

Fu You was looking down at the thick book on his lap.

The brilliant brilliance of the gemstones mingled with the afterglow of the setting sun, casting a blood-like glow at the bottom of those emerald eyes. Fu You's slender knuckles pressed against the spine of the book, wrapped in bandages, their bloody remains unrecognizable.

Blake noticed at an inopportune moment that there was a black mole the size of a needle tip embedded in the beautiful knuckles between the bandages.

As Fu You stroked the spine of the book, the small mole appeared and disappeared. Blake stared at his fingers, his mind in a tizzy.

strangeness.

Everything that happened today was very strange.

In his opinion, nobles like Fu You always treated servants like him as consumables. How could he possibly stand up for consumables?

Even suffered such serious injuries.

Blake couldn't help but recall Fu You's frail figure leaning against his chest. Fu You's skin was already very pale, and after losing so much blood, it became even more pale, a fragile, translucent glass.

Blood gushed from the other person's chest. From the Trash Planet to the Prime Planet, Blake was accustomed to bloodshed and slaughter. But at that moment, when the warm liquid flowed into his palm, he felt a long-unseen fear.

He was afraid that this notorious nobleman would actually die because of this.

This is really strange.

A strange feeling of distension and pain spread in his chest. It was the first time Blake had experienced such an emotion since he was born. He couldn't help but repeatedly and quietly look at Fu You.

The air was faintly filled with the scent of damp pheromones, similar to the smell of grass after rain. The concentration was extremely low, so Fu You, shielded by the system, didn't notice anything unusual.

Blake remained silent as always, lowering his head in a seemingly submissive manner towards Fu You.

Fu You seemed bored by the other person's appearance. He tapped the red teacup on the table with his knuckles and ordered, "The tea is cold, Blake."

"yes."

The tall butler in a tuxedo stepped forward and replaced the tea for his master.

Even though he was born on a remote garbage planet, Blake was still able to learn the complicated and demanding aristocratic etiquette.

The handsome alpha with black hair and black eyes picked up the white porcelain teapot with gorgeous patterns. His movements from changing the cup to pouring the tea were impeccable.

Fu You held up her chin and looked at him, her beautiful gem-like eyes slowly sweeping across the undulating contours of Blake's handsome, deep, and calm face.

When the man placed the teacup in front of him again, Fu You suddenly chuckled and hooked his fingers around Blake's outstretched hand.

Blake's dark pupils suddenly tightened.

Fu You didn't know if he noticed it or not. He just looked at the other person with his lips curled up, and asked in a playful tone: "Will you always stay with me?"

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At that moment, because of this question, Blake's heart beat faster than ever before.

Will he stay with this guy forever?

This vile, hypocritical, power-hungry fellow, this...

This guy who stood up for him and almost died.

No one had ever stood in front of him like Fu You.

Not one.

Intense swelling and pain instantly spread throughout the chest, and the concentration of pheromones in the air became stronger and stronger.

Blake lowered his eyes to look at Fu You's bandaged hand, and an unprecedented strong emotion suddenly emerged in his extremely dark eyes.

Fu You's fingers were icy, and through the bandages and the fabric of the white gloves, they felt like jade. Suddenly, Blake felt a strange sensation, as if a tiny snake's tail had encircled his knuckles.

After several minutes, Blake finally answered.

The man's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyelids even more. His voice was as deep as usual: "Of course, respected Patriarch."

Fu You looked at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled imperceptibly again.

"I don't believe in permanent loyalty." His lips curved, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Fu You loosened his knuckles, preparing to withdraw his hand: "Betrayal is human nature, isn't it, Blake?"

However, when he was halfway through his move, unexpectedly, the man who had been silent as if he had no personality suddenly took the initiative and raised his hand to hold Fu You's hand!

Fu You was startled and raised his eyes in surprise.

Blake knelt on one knee before him in a very submissive manner. The man held his hand, his thin lips gently pressing against his knuckles, covering the tiny, needle-like mole.

The handsome man kissed Fu You's fingers devoutly, like a knight from the ancient blue planet who devoted everything to his master.

It seems that he is expressing his attitude through such actions.

But Fu You also saw clearly that when Blake's hot lips fell between his fingers, his dark eyes, without any light, were always staring at his expression.

Fu You saw himself in those eyes that were filled with the gorgeous sunset like an oil painting, and an inexplicable shudder surged in his heart.

His expression didn't change at all.

After lowering his eyes and gazing at Blake for a moment, his smile deepened. Fu You pulled his hand away from the man's grasp and rubbed his head casually, like rewarding a well-behaved dog.

Blake continued to stare at Fuyou, his eyes calm and dark. As the alpha's head was gently stroked without any real emotion, his Adam's apple rolled, and he made a slight swallowing expression as if he was enduring something.

[Warning! Warning! It has been detected that the main characters in the small world have a deviation in their understanding of the host's personality! I hope the host will correct it in time!]

When the system's prompts were bombarding his mind, Fu You had already withdrawn his hand and was enjoying his black tea with plenty of milk and sugar.

And Blake had already stood up and left his bedroom.

The system's mechanical noise was so loud it made his head hurt, but Fu You didn't care at all, even putting another sugar cube in his teacup.

It’s okay, luckily he was prepared for this emergency.

Fu You picked up the cup, took a sip of black tea with satisfaction, and thought to himself: I guess after tonight, the male protagonist will hate him to death, right?

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