Yun Wei woke up to the aroma of breakfast, but he felt extremely tired.
So sleepy.
So tired.
I shouldn't have impulsively decided to stay up all night.
The more excited I was last night, the more utterly dejected I felt when I woke up this morning.
His limbs all seemed to weigh over 10,000 pounds; only his neck could move freely.
"You're awake?"
Almost the instant he regained consciousness, he heard Isaac's gentle voice coming from the window.
This familiar scene has played out countless mornings.
It was as if the other person was patiently waiting for him to wake up every dawn.
Details that he had previously taken for granted suddenly softened his heart. At this moment, Yun Wei was thinking about how lonely Isaac must be, who stayed by his side every night.
The morning light is white.
The dim light shone into the room through the thin gauze, making the tall servant by the window appear softer in the eyes.
"Hmm." He forced himself to sit up, but his tone was indifferent.
He felt like he wasn't fully awake yet, because he didn't even want to open his eyes. He quickly glanced at the silver mirror on the bedside table and saw that his eyes were indeed very puffy.
"How ugly," he thought to himself, then lowered his head, took out another brand-new shirt from his spatial storage, and slowly put it on.
Isaac said, "I made you some oatmeal. You said you didn't have much of an appetite in the morning, so I'll have some hot oatmeal to warm your stomach."
Yun Wei silently replied, "Okay."
Isaac seemed silent for a moment, then said, "Then I'll go to work?"
Although the workshop of "Hand of the God of Magic" is also in the new district, it is still some distance from Sid's house, and besides, apprentices need to arrive very early.
Yunwei woke up late that day, and they didn't have much time to spend together in the morning.
Yun Wei slowly buttoned up the last button, still keeping his head down, and said, "Mm."
He heard a soft rustling sound beside him; it was the sound of the other person walking on the carpet towards him.
The next moment, the other person's handsome face appeared magnified in front of him.
Isaac was kneeling on one knee by the bed, bending down to get close to him.
But at this moment, that originally cool and handsome face looked aggrieved and dangerous.
Yun Wei heard the other person ask in a deep voice, "Yun, have you forgotten something? What about today's good morning kiss?"
That self-righteous demeanor made Yun Wei's breath catch in his throat, and in just a moment, his face flushed bright red again.
In the other person's smoky gray eyes, the scenes from last night seemed to be flashing back.
Even when he was huddled in bed, the skin on his waist seemed to still remember the thin calluses on the other person's palm.
It was as if the other party could easily control him with just one large hand.
And there was the image of the other person, drenched in sweat, that was forever etched into his soul.
And while wiping away sweat with her arm, she looked into his eyes.
His heart began to itch again, becoming increasingly restless.
Yun Wei lowered her eyes and murmured softly, "Maybe I shouldn't. My eyes are swollen, they look awful..."
He was very indignant.
Even though we both stayed up the same night, why does the other person look refreshed?
“Not bad. Not bad at all.” He was already in a state of turmoil, but the other person was still recklessly adding fuel to the fire. Isaac added, “You’re so cute, Fafa.”
It was clearly not a passionate and frank confession, yet it made Yunwei even more embarrassed and ashamed.
Whether it's a description like "cute" or that extremely embarrassing nickname...
He wanted to refute it, but found that no matter what he said, it would confirm the other person's description.
Faced with Isaac's growing dominance, he couldn't help but indulge him without any limits.
In the end, Yun Wei simply said in a low voice, "Don't use such words to describe me, Isaac... I'm already ninety years old!"
Isaac did it on purpose.
How can you use a word like "cute" to describe a man who's almost thirty?
Moreover, this wasn't the first offense; the other party had already used this word on the other side of the Durand River.
This is really...
Yun Wei racked his brains but could not find a suitable description.
Perhaps it's because even he himself understands that no matter how it's embellished, it's all expressing the same emotion.
This time, however, the other person didn't say much. Instead, she suddenly hugged the back of his head and placed a deep kiss on his forehead.
“It’s getting late, I have to go. I’ve placed the finished blade on the workbench, and I must say, it’s absolutely perfect.” Isaac straightened up and gave him a deep look. “Remember to finish it when you come back tonight.”
What needs to be made up for is the deep kiss that was owed this morning.
However, by evening, they would naturally demand repayment with interest.
Before the words were even finished, the other person's lithe figure had already disappeared by the window.
Yun Wei stared blankly at his side, where the crease of the blanket still held the shape of Isaac's knee.
He was already distracted as soon as the other person left his sight.
Yun Wei immediately covered his face in unbearable discomfort.
The burning heat in his palm was something even he found hard to believe.
But all of this proclaims a simple fact: he has fallen in love with Isaac wholeheartedly and irrevocably.
...
When Yun Wei arrived at the laboratory with stiff shoulders, he saw the extremely surprised expression on Joseph's face.
If Yun Wei hadn't guessed that the other party must have discovered the blade left behind by Isaac, he might have thought that Alchemy City had discovered a new continent.
Sure enough, the assistant became so excited upon seeing him that she started babbling incoherently, “Mr. Claude! This is you from last night—good heavens, this is absolutely incredible!”
“No, of course it wasn’t me.” Yun Wei waved his hand and confessed, “It was Isaac who did it.”
There's no point in hiding it; nobody knows that Isaac works illegally in another workshop during the day anyway.
Besides, it's perfectly normal for Joseph to know that Isaac is a level six greatsword master who can forge swords.
Even so, Yun Wei was still somewhat surprised when he saw the slender blade.
The sword's shape is exactly according to the standard dimensions in the "Sword Template," so there's nothing to say about it.
If you look closely, you'll notice the fine lines on the surface of the sword.
As if under a silvery night sky, the three colors flowed and flickered, shimmering and fading.
Like exquisite embroidery, the fine lines of red and blue intertwined are hidden within the straight blade, like stars adorned stitch by stitch.
Even though Yun Wei had never used a weapon in combat, he still thought this sword was quite good.
Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.
He calmly instructed, "Well, at least it's ready to go. Thank you for your hard work, little Joseph. Just attach the hilt to it... By the way, just stamp the decorative patterns on directly, don't chisel them, lest you damage the internal patterns."
Joseph nodded eagerly, full of enthusiasm: "Okay, Mr. Claude, leave it to me."
Yun Wei glanced at the drawer, which still had a lot of leftover material, and said, "By the way, Joseph, could you do me a favor?"
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