Chapter 26
The morning light penetrated the thin curtains and poured into the room, revealing everything in the office.
The air flows softly.
On the narrow sofa, Arthur opened his eyes.
The heat at the back of his neck reminded him that he was resting his head on someone else's thighs. Arthur raised his eyes and met a pair of gentle black eyes.
The ink-colored water slowly spread out, and Milo curved his eyebrows:
"You're awake."
The young man looked at him with a gentle expression.
In stark contrast, the young man had a cold black leather coat casually draped over his shoulders. The wide-open collar could not hide the horrific kiss and tooth marks on his skin, as if they had been savagely bitten by animals.
Arthur's heart trembled and he sat up suddenly.
"Does this... hurt?"
When his fingertips touched the bite mark, Milo's chest tensed for a moment, but he quickly regained his breath.
Milo shook his head.
"I love so much."
Arthur stared at the young man in front of him.
Pregnancy is troublesome.
"My lord?" Not understanding why he was in a daze, Milo reached out his hand, trying to smooth his furrowed brows.
Arthur instinctively stood up and dodged.
Milo's hand hung in the air in a daze, and his eyes looked as if something was slowly breaking.
Arthur glanced away.
But suddenly he stopped moving.
Opposite the sofa, in the mirror that he always used to straighten his clothes, he saw his own reflection. Several buttons were missing, and there were some unclear red marks on his collarbone.
Time seemed to flash back to last night, and the canine teeth rubbed against him, as if trying to drill into his bones.
Milo didn't seem much calmer than him last night.
Arthur felt an inexplicable itch on his shoulders, and the itch spread along the nerves all the way to his heart.
Arthur's eyes flickered and he inadvertently met Milo's eyes in the mirror.
He quickly looked away, suddenly feeling an unreasonable sense of guilt.
"you……"
"Hey, where are the Milo people!"
Suddenly, there was a chaotic shouting outside the door. It was Huertu who came to cause trouble again.
Arthur raised his brow.
After being scolded so harshly yesterday, you still dare to come today. You are quite determined.
There were already quite a few people outside the door watching the fun.
"Did you hear me? I'm going to find him. Get out of my way."
Seeing Seventeen blocking the way, Huertu reached out and pushed him.
Seventeen remained motionless, looking at Huertu as if he were trash. "You think you can see our boss whenever you want? Do you think you deserve it?"
"you!"
Huertu's face turned even uglier. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but his mouth under his big beard suddenly opened into a grin.
"If you stop me like this, I'm afraid that female insect is doing something shameful in this room. For the sake of Chief Arthur's dignity, I must get to the bottom of this. Get out of the way!"
As he spoke, Huertu flashed past Seventeen's obstruction and stretched out his hand to open the door.
“Stop!”
Seventeen's face changed, but it was too late.
The door opened.
"Why are you so noisy so early in the morning? Are you going to check on me too?"
Arthur leaned lazily against the door frame with his arms folded, a bunch of long hair draped over his shoulders, and the moon-white lotus leaf collar was about to be pulled up, revealing a beautiful neck line, giving him the air of a god stained with desire.
Huertu's eyes froze, and he denied it hastily: "No, no, no, I wouldn't dare."
Although he said he didn't dare, the pair of rat-like eyes under his beard still looked behind Arthur dishonestly.
Arthur took a step forward.
The feeling of oppression suddenly increased. Huertu lowered his body, took a step back, and just smiled awkwardly.
Arthur was taller than Hurtu, and he looked even more intimidating when he stood up straight.
He looked down upon Hurtu, and every step forward he took forced Hurtu to take a step back.
"What do you want to see?"
"No, nothing!" Huertu waved his hands in embarrassment.
Seventeen closed the door.
Huertu ran three meters away in one breath, then he straightened his back as if to encourage himself.
"Captain Arthur, even if you're determined to protect that female insect, I still have something to say," Huertu said, his chin raised, with an inexplicable hint of provocation: "Married female insects should stay at home."
Arthur frowned, feeling a little puzzled.
Where does Huertu get the confidence from?
Seeing that Arthur didn't answer, Huertu's face became even more proud.
"Captain Arthur, listen to my advice. Even if you and that female insect are in love—" Huertu paused, then suddenly opened his voice and shouted towards the door: "The military headquarters is not your home. Don't break the rules!"
With a creak, the door opened.
Huertu froze and forgot what to say.
Behind the door, Milo was already dressed, with his coat buttoned to the top.
Arthur raised his brow.
Who could have imagined that there was such a scene underneath that tightly wrapped body.
Milo took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Arthur.
"Commander Huertu, since you are so kind as to advise me, I will return the favor."
Milo's tone was flat, and his expression didn't change:
"The military is not your home. It's not a place for you to show off your power."
As soon as the words fell, discussions around him followed.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see what Milo was hinting at.
Everyone knew that Huertu had a bad temper. Whenever something went wrong, he would take his anger out on the female servants at home, beating or scolding them.
Although this kind of person never shows his rudeness and arrogance, he always likes to pretend to be a gentleman in front of others, so Milo's words are undoubtedly hitting Huertu's sore spot.
"You!" Huertu glared.
Without giving Huertu a chance to refute, Seventeen strode forward and gestured to Arthur and Milo, "The banquet is about to begin. The emperor has personally arranged for people to come to meet us. They are here now. Let's go."
The word "personally" was emphasized, and Huertu's eyes widened as expected.
After saying that, Seventeen turned around with satisfaction and grinned at Huertu. "Commander Huertu, we're leaving first. You can take your time."
Seeing Arthur and his companions walking away, the crowd around them also dispersed.
Left alone, Huertu gnashed his teeth fiercely.
"Arthur, I wonder how long you can continue to be so arrogant."
——
The car drove steadily. At the end of the road, several airships were hanging in the sky. They were landing in the direction of the palace, also coming for this banquet.
Arthur stared at the airships, wondering what he was thinking.
"Heroic Lord."
The warm fingertips carefully touched Arthur's little finger. Milo didn't look at him, only revealing a little red ear tip among the snow-white hair.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Arthur blinked slowly.
banquet……
It's more like the Hongmen Banquet.
At this banquet, Milo got together with Seventeen because of the breeding season, and as the victim, he received the emperor's personal order to suppress the riot.
At that time, he had no idea that he was being cuckolded, nor did he know that this mission would eventually become his deathbed.
Milo and Seventeen teamed up to dig a big hole for him.
"No."
Arthur closed his eyes and pulled his hand away from Milo's fingers.
The young man beside him froze and quickly lowered his head: "Thank you for protecting me then."
"Your breeding season is almost here."
Arthur skipped over the previous topic, his tone almost affirmative.
Milo didn't understand why Arthur suddenly mentioned this, but he nodded obediently, blushing a little.
The breeding season is somewhat different from estrus. Estrus is caused by the activation of the self-protection mechanism after high mental pressure, while the breeding season is a normal physiological cycle evolved for the purpose of racial reproduction.
Married female insects enter a breeding season every three months. So, this should be Milo's first breeding season.
"Seventeen."
Arthur looked up at the rearview mirror in front of the car.
"How long until the party starts?"
Seventeen glanced at the time on the dashboard: "Two hours."
"That should be enough time. Go back and lie down first."
"ah?"
In the rearview mirror, Seventeen's eyes suddenly widened, and then narrowed as if he understood something.
"It's vulgar to indulge in promiscuity in broad daylight."
——
"Heroic Lord."
Milo looked at him, his eyes sparkling under his long, dove-feather lashes.
As if he had some kind of expectation for that word.
Arthur looked at the closed door behind him.
He opened his palm, and a pill wrapped in aluminum foil lay in his palm.
"Take the medicine."
Milo's eyes widened slightly, confused.
"……medicine?"
"I didn't take any action last night."
Arthur lowered his eyes. He knew clearly how cruel his words were, but in order to complete the mission, he had no other choice.
"Take the medicine. It's good for both you and me."
"Why?"
Milo's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Don't you want our child?"
"Milo."
Arthur pressed the pill out of its aluminum packaging, and there was a click, like something breaking.
"Don't make it difficult for me."
"No……"
Milo stumbled back, his back against the wall, clearly in a desperate situation. Milo shook his head, crying almost breathlessly:
"I don't want to take medicine, I don't want it!"
A beautiful face was soaked with tears and was shaking in embarrassment.
Arthur sighed softly, then suddenly stepped forward and cupped Milo's face.
"Hero..."
Milo rubbed his palm with the wet side of his face, and his nasal tone sounded very aggrieved.
"Don't make me take that medicine, okay?"
"good."
Arthur grabbed the back of Milo's head with his backhand.
A deep kiss.
His breathing was rapid and hot, but all that was beautiful was betrayed by Milo's suddenly constricted pupils.
It's just an illusion.
The pill is pushed to the root of the tongue and swallowed instinctively into the back of the throat.
Milo choked and coughed violently.
"Why?"
Milo was tearing at his collar and crying miserably.
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?!"
Arthur didn't know how to respond.
He slowly stepped back and opened the door.
"I'll wait for you outside."
Such a high posture, such a cold tone, so casual that it seemed like an order. Only Arthur knew that this was just a desperate escape.
The moment the door closed, Milo suddenly rushed into the bathroom.
He lay face down in the sink, feeling the twitching and squeezing of his esophagus.
The undigested pill washed down with the water.
Milo slumped over the edge of the pool, gasping for breath as if he had just escaped death.
He looked at himself in the mirror, his body covered in sweat that looked like blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his or someone else's.
He slowly placed his hand on his lower abdomen.
Arthur must not know this.
Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed in the mirror.
It's that female servant.
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