Chapter 93 Chapter 93: Discharge from the hospital is like snow-white pine pulp, in...
In the aircraft.
Ian sat in the seat of the aircraft, wearing a black military jacket.
The coat was from Hades, the dark fabric had a hint of coldness, and the cuffs and shoulder lines were embroidered with delicate patterns.
The jacket was a little too big at the shoulders for Ian, and in fact, Ian was now extremely embarrassed.
Of course he didn't want to wear it, but he was too embarrassed to refuse - after all, it was Hedis's kindness, and Hedis was the man he would marry five years later.
What a sin...
If possible, Ian really wanted to slap his future self in five years a few times.
Are you crazy? Getting married is not enough, you also married a man...
It's even more bent than a mosquito coil.
But Ian is really, very self-assured, he is a straight man through and through.
Because of his good looks, he has always received many confessions and love letters, of course, including messages written or sent by boys.
Over the years, Ian had never wavered, let alone been moved for a single moment.
He couldn't imagine...that he would do such a thing five years later.
More importantly, Ian felt that he was wasting other people's time.
They got married, but he lost his memory again.
Ian had absolutely no impression of this marriage, nor did he have any memory of his marriage partner.
The space inside the aircraft was not narrow, but at this moment Ian felt an unbearable sense of oppression.
In the closed environment, only the low hum of the aircraft engine echoed in my ears.
Ian's eyes were unfocused, so he could only stare at the flashing indicator lights on the console in front of him, trying to appear calmer.
In fact, he was so embarrassed that he was almost going crazy, and he didn't dare to look to the side.
Hades was sitting next to him, his posture straight, his silver-gray hair gleaming coldly under the light inside the aircraft. A silver mask covered half of his right face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.
The aura emanating from His Highness was sharp.
Hard and cold.
But also lonely.
Ian didn't know that what he was feeling was the scent of Hades' pheromones, which carry the emotions of their owner.
And they had a deep connection, so Ian was very sensitive to Hades' emotions.
"Well," Ian broke the silence, "thank you for helping me with the discharge procedures."
Hades turned his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Ian, his eyes were deep:
"My Lord, you never need to say 'thank you' to me."
Such a short answer left Ian at a loss for words.
No.
In fact, it’s not because the answer is short, but because this sentence sounds too much like a confession or love words.
And now, Ian already knows that the title of "Hero Lord" is actually the same as "husband" in the human world.
If he had ever met a man who called him "husband" for no apparent reason, Ian would have gotten goosebumps all over his body and would have rushed up to that man to let him know his place.
But now, Ian could only accept it with a pinch of his nose.
What else can I do?
He was indeed the one who did it.
Well, although for Ian, it was actually himself who did these bad things five years later.
The atmosphere inside the aircraft remained silent, and Ian couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
I thought it was awkward enough in the hospital, but I didn't expect the atmosphere in the aircraft to be the worst.
Ian sighed softly, the sound almost inaudible.
His eyes drifted to the window.
There was a layer of anti-peep film on the car window, making the scenery outside appear gray and blurry, as if covered by a layer of gauze.
However, the car window glass is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the scene inside the aircraft.
Ian's eyes involuntarily fell on the reflection in the car window, staring at the figure of Hades.
In the reflection, Hades was still sitting upright, his silver-gray hair gleaming coldly in the dim light. A silver mask covered half of his right face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
The profile of this handsome silver-haired man is so cold and sharp that it can rival any model.
He is really handsome.
Even with the mask covering half of his face, he is still handsome.
Ian had to admit this.
Ian's gaze lingered on the reflection for a moment, and an inexplicable melancholy welled up in his heart.
He didn't know what kind of past he had with Hades.
The loss of memory made Ian, who had always been a favored child, feel a deep sense of powerlessness for the first time.
What's under the mask...?
Ian's gaze remained fixed on the reflection in the car window, but his thoughts drifted involuntarily to the photos he had seen before.
——The Hades in those thousands of photos, without the cover of a mask, appeared before his eyes truly and nakedly.
The right half of his face was covered with deep scars, extending from his brow to his jaw.
The scar is not raised, obviously it has been treated with advanced scar removal technology.
But even so, the skin still cannot return to its original state.
The dark red scar is particularly glaring on the dark skin. I wonder how painful it must have been when I was injured.
In those photos, without the mask covering his face, Hedis's face appeared more real and more vulnerable.
There was silence inside the aircraft.
No one spoke.
In the reflection of the car window, Hedis was still sitting quietly, with the mask covering the right side of his face.
Ian's eyes involuntarily fell on the edge of the mask, as if he wanted to see through the cold metal and see the true face hidden underneath.
Scars, flying machines, dim surroundings, dark-skinned, silver-haired men...
Wait a moment.
Ian was stunned, and suddenly some fragmented images flashed through his chaotic mind.
He seemed to remember... had he and Hades been in this aircraft before?
What was it like back then?
What it looks like.
Ian felt a sudden sharp pain in his head, as if a thin needle had pierced his solar plexus, stirring his nerves.
He frowned subconsciously, his fingers tightly gripping the edge of the seat, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.
The scene before my eyes began to blur, and the low hum of the aircraft engine in my ears gradually faded away, replaced by some fragmented and chaotic images, like a broken mirror, flashing a dazzling light.
A dim aircraft,
The light is dim.
It’s so similar to now.
Ian saw himself—or rather, his memory of himself—pressing down on... Hades.
In the vague memory,
Hades's silver-gray hair shone coldly in the dim light, and half of the mask still covered the right side of his face, but his deep eyes were fixed on Ian, with intense emotions that broke through restraint.
Such obvious love.
However, Ian felt that he seemed to be saying something in his memory, clearly with anxiety and anger that could not be concealed.
——Herdes, don’t you know that I’m in estrus?
——I will abide by those promises. Now, can't you just leave me alone? I beg you, why do you have to...
——Why did you come to me? You obviously... Forget it, since you want to do it, then let’s do it.
In that vague fragment of memory, Hades remained silent, just staring at him with those eyes that seemed to be covered with mist.
The scene flashed by, and Ian's head felt a sharp pain again, as if something was forcibly tearing open his memory.
Ian saw more fragments:
Hades' hands gripped the edge of the seat tightly, veins popping out of his knuckles, and his strength was so great that he almost crushed the leather seat;
Ian's own voice echoed in the dim space, accompanied by a dull gasp; Hades's face, covered by a mask, had a moist look in his eyes.
Every muscle is full of strength and explosiveness. The shoulders and back are broad, not exaggerated, but with clear lines. The thin muscles on the beautiful skeleton rise and fall slightly with breathing.
The owner of this body rolled his eyes and sweated profusely.
Like snow-white pine pulp, flowing between the mountains with ravines, Hades' beautiful and full muscles are faintly visible all over his body, which makes people unable to take their eyes off him at first sight.
This could actually be Hades, the decisive and iron-blooded Hades, the Grand Prince of the Empire.
What...is this?
Ian felt a headache and a layer of cold sweat had seeped out of his forehead.
He tried to grasp these fragmented memories, but they slipped through his fingers like quicksand, leaving behind only a deep sense of powerlessness.
Ian cursed in his heart.
I really want to beat up my future self in five years... What the hell is going on here... What the hell is going on...
Leaving him such a huge mess.
And in Ian's broken memories, Hades seemed to speak in an extremely hoarse, almost sobbing voice.
What are you talking about?
"Hero..."
"Hero Lord?"
Hades arrived softly.
“!”
Ian suddenly came to his senses, as if he was pulled out of deep water, and his breathing was slightly stagnant.
He raised his head and met Hades' deep eyes.
Hades' voice was low and calm, with a hint of barely perceptible concern. He had immediately noticed something was wrong with Ian.
"My Lord, what's wrong?"
Hades spoke again, his eyes fixed on Ian's face, as if carefully observing the male insect's expression.
Ian felt a panic and quickly turned his head away to avoid Hades' sight.
Now he simply couldn't bear to look Hades in the eye—especially after recalling those confusing scenes.
Fragmented memories still lingered in Ian's mind: the dim aircraft, the tense atmosphere, Hades's red and moist eyes... everything made Ian feel unbelievable.
They actually did it in this aircraft before.
"I...I'm fine."
Ian managed to speak, his voice a little hoarse, with a hint of undisguised panic in his tone.
He was probably trying to make his voice sound calmer, but it was clearly unsuccessful.
Hades did not respond immediately, but remained silent for a moment.
Ian felt Hades's gaze still on him.
The invisible gaze made it impossible for Ian to suppress the heat on his face.
——Feeling very anxious.
"If you feel unwell, please tell me and we can turn around and go back to the hospital immediately."
Hades finally spoke, his tone more gentle and concerned.
Thank you, but that’s really not the case… There’s no point in going to the hospital.
Ian raised his head, steeled himself, and found an excuse:
"I'm fine, really. I'm just a little tired."
The scattered and fragmented images that Ian just recalled were a huge blow to him, a straight man who considered himself to be straight.
It was a bone-breaking blow.
"that,"
Ian hesitated for a moment, then finally spoke.
"Between us, about that, ahem, estrus period or something, is there any kind of treaty or agreement?"
Hearing this, Hades' eyes froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure.
Hades did not answer immediately, but remained silent for a moment, as if he was choosing his words.
He said, "When we get home... I'll tell the Lord about this."
Finally, Hedis whispered an apology to Ian: "I'm sorry, Lord."
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