Chapter 19 And it's not easy to get pregnant.
It was already 9 p.m. when I left Lin Yi's house and returned home.
The lights in the kitchen and living room were still on, and takeout bags and boxes were scattered all over the dining table.
Lu Chong sat on the sofa, watching the TV screen playing games.
Mu Yan put away his leftover takeout and went downstairs to take out the trash.
"Why are you so late?" When he returned this time, Lu Chong had probably just finished a game. He asked in a condescending tone, a tone that Mu Yan was already used to, almost like an interrogation.
"It's been a long time, we chatted for a while. Um... you don't like visiting their house, so I didn't invite you to come along."
Lu Chong frowned slightly as he thought of Mu Yan's omega brother, her husband, and their annoying little girl. He really didn't like them and didn't want to eat at their house.
However, they still felt a nameless anger at Mu Yan's behavior of going to their house for dinner alone.
He had just argued with Mu Yan yesterday, and he didn't want to argue again, as if he was always looking for trouble, or as if he cared so much that Mu Yan didn't eat with him.
"Are you not angry?" Mu Yan asked softly when he didn't speak.
“No,” Lu Chong said calmly, “you’re blocking my screen.”
Mu Yan didn't know that the game console could be connected to the TV. He thought Lu Chong was just watching TV casually and multitasking, so he quickly moved aside, took some clothes and a towel from the room, and went to take a shower.
Although they had made up after yesterday's argument, he was still a little... unsure how to bring it up with Lu Chong.
In all the years they've been together, he has never asked Lu Chong for money.
Mu Yan is a very shy person. Not to mention asking Lu Chong for it, when his poverty allowance from university was delayed, he would stand in front of the teacher's office for a long time before daring to go in and ask for the money that was rightfully his.
He was full of confidence at his brother's house, but when he finally met Lu Chong, he became timid.
When Lu Chong said he wanted to start his own business, he gave him all the money he had saved from a year of frugal living. At that time, his mother hadn't been hospitalized yet, and the frequency of dialysis wasn't so high. His savings, including his salary and year-end bonus, amounted to 100,000 yuan. Lu Chong said this was called financing. He didn't know if he could use this money for emergencies, and he could borrow some more from his colleagues. If he couldn't borrow too much, he would charge a higher interest rate, and his colleagues should be willing to help.
Mu Yan came out of the bathroom, shivering from the cold. He turned on the heater, then dried himself and got dressed.
In the south, there is no central heating, and the heater consumes a lot of electricity. Mu Yan is not that delicate. When he takes a shower, he usually only turns on the bathroom heater and then turns on the warm air when he is drying himself. This way, it will be warm when Lu Chong comes in to take a shower.
"Lu Chong! I'm done washing." He called out as he dried his hair.
Lu Chong gave a faint "hmm," but didn't get up, probably still playing his game. Mu Yan didn't know how long his game would last, and hesitated whether to urge him or turn off the heater first.
In the end, he did nothing.
When Mu Yan had dried his hair halfway, Lu Chong finally finished his game, took off his mask, and went to take a shower. He carelessly left the game console on the sofa. Mu Yan turned off the TV, glanced at the game console's battery level, and then plugged it in to charge.
The sound of water running came from the bathroom. Mu Yan sat on the sofa, thinking about how to bring it up with Lu Chong when he came out.
Should I tell him the reason directly, or just say that my mother needs money for dialysis...?
If I state the reason directly, Lu Chong already dislikes his brother, so wouldn't that make him even more resentful? If I only say that our mother needs money for dialysis, wouldn't that seem insincere, and there's no guarantee that Lu Chong won't keep pressing me for details?
The sound of water stopped and then started again. Mu Yan was a little nervous and subconsciously swallowed.
"Mu Yan!"
"What's wrong? Did you forget to bring a towel?" Mu Yan asked as he walked to the bathroom door.
"Yeah, I didn't bring a bath towel or any clothes."
"Then don't turn off the hot water, I'll go get it for you."
Lu Chong took another shower in the bathroom. He heard footsteps fading away and then starting again. He opened the bathroom door and stretched out a hand, only to find that Mu Yan had only taken a bath towel.
Lu Chong frowned. How could he forget to bring a towel and clothes after being told to?
He was about to complain when he heard Mu Yan's stammering voice, trembling with nervousness: "I remember... I remember today is your sensitive period... the third day."
Perhaps because the bathroom was steamy and a bit hot, Mu Yan's face was slightly red. The neckline of the pajamas under her loungewear, which she had just changed into after taking a shower, was not high, revealing her fair and slender collarbone.
Lu Chong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he grabbed his wrist.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, feigning ignorance.
Mu Yan tilted his head, changing the subject: "It can be done."
Lu Chong did not receive any inhibitors today. However, the two expired inhibitors he received yesterday still had some effect, possibly because the pharmaceutical company only listed the expiration date rather than the usage period.
Upon hearing Mu Yan's "yes," it was as if some switch in my blood had been instantly flipped.
When he peeled off the last piece of clothing covering Mu Yan's body, his hand accidentally touched Mu Yan's body. He shuddered almost imperceptibly, whether from the cold or from the bad memory of the last time.
"Don't be afraid," he said, unusually reassuring Mu Yan. "It won't be like last time."
But the next second, Mu Yan was pinned against the cold bathroom wall.
Although Lu Chongyou used his hand to protect his back, the prominent shoulder blades on his taut back still hit the cold tiles. Mu Yan bit his lip, not even letting out a muffled groan.
"Yan Yan, I knew you would understand me."
During sex, Lu Chong spoke much more gently than usual, but even the gentlest comforting words were no match for such intense movements. The intense stimulation made Mu Yan want to struggle instinctively, but she was like a fish on a chopping board, pinned to the bathroom wall and unable to move.
"Lu Chong, wait a minute!" Mu Yan suddenly remembered something and tried her best to push Lu Chong away. "Go get... ah!"
Mu Yan tilted his head back, his words quickly interrupted by his own terrified cry of pain. Lu Chong was in the middle of his excitement, and for the first time, he ignored Mu Yan's warning, despite usually being extremely attentive to such matters.
“No need,” he lowered his head and bit Mu Yan’s reddened earlobe, “Anyway, you’re a beta, and it’s not easy for you to get pregnant.”
"But........"
Mu Yan wanted to say something more, but with his body almost entirely under Lu Chong's control, he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.
"And now I feel that I'm more comfortable the way things are now."
Mu Yan instinctively feared contact without any barriers. In the isolated village where he was born, having a child out of wedlock was something that could make a person ashamed for the rest of their life.
He had also heard gossip from the neighbors that his brother was an illegitimate child born to his mother before she got married. He said that his brother couldn't make a living in his original place, so he ran away to this place where nobody knew him, to find Lin Guojun, a gambling addict who had no women who wanted him.
He's a beta, so he's not very fertile.
Lu Chong's words did not have any calming effect; on the contrary, they made him even more frightened.
If a male beta who has difficulty getting pregnant does become pregnant, it will only make him seem more indecent and shameless.
"Please, Lu Chong, don't do this, I can't get pregnant..."
"So what if you are pregnant? I'm your man. If you don't want to have my baby, which other guy would you rather have it with?"
The violent impulses in his blood seemed to be suddenly aroused. Lu Chong gripped his waist, his movements fierce, as if he wanted to tear Mu Yan apart and devour him whole.
Mu Yan knew that nothing could be changed now, and he was terrified. He began to cry silently.
For once, Lu Chong showed a rare moment of conscience, kissing the corner of his moist eyes as a form of comfort, showing a touch of tenderness amidst his animalistic instincts, telling him not to be afraid, that it wasn't that easy to get pregnant.
Just that little bit of tenderness that slipped through his fingers seemed to bring Mu Yan immense comfort. He stopped crying and simply held Lu Chong's arms even tighter.
Lu Chong took advantage of the situation and lifted Mu Yan up by the knees, suspending him in mid-air and placing his weak legs on his waist.
The sudden loss of ground terrified Mu Yan. His already weak legs instinctively clenched around Lu Chong's waist, fearing that Lu Chong would suddenly let go and cause him to fall to the ground.
Lu Chong loved this fearful dependence of his, as if his life and death, his extreme joy and suffering, were all in his own hands.
Mu Yan stopped crying now, because the fear of being suspended in mid-air had rendered him almost speechless; he could only let tears stream down his face. With Lu Chong's movements, hot tears would occasionally fall onto his shoulders and back.
It's like a pearl extracted from a clam that has its shell cruelly ripped open from the deep sea.
Mu Yan's pupils had gone unfocused; the continuous, intense stimulation left him seemingly unable to respond other than to shed tears. Lu Chong suddenly grabbed his chin with his right hand, which had been supporting him: "Why aren't you concentrating?"
Mu Yan felt his entire weight pressing down on Lu Chong's left arm. The moment Lu Chong moved his right hand away, he felt as if he had fallen a little. The fear of falling to the ground made him instinctively hug Lu Chong tighter, like a beautiful snake whose identity had been exposed and whose vital point had been seized. It could only survive by wrapping itself around a person and strangling them to death.
"If my wife doesn't tell me what she wants, how can I give it to her?"
Lu Chong's hand was still gripping his chin, as if he wouldn't let go until he got an answer.
What do you want...?
Mu Yan had almost completely lost the ability to think. He wanted Lu Chong to put him down, but even in his dazed state, he knew Lu Chong wouldn't agree.
If he couldn't be put down, he wanted Lu Chong to continue holding him in both arms.
He's really scared now...
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