CH 66.2

“Wa-, it’s that serious?!” Says Murong Jihua, curling over and holding his heart in shock, “so, now, I have a sixty (TL: Raws say 40 but you do the maths) per cent chance of forced bodily unfaithfulness?”

“…”

As expected, a ‘haha’ from He Jünle, along with a “Ji-er, do not worry, for I shall bring forth victory”­­──was not what Murong Jihua received.

Instead, He Jünle has half his face hidden in the shadows, and the other half buried in the neon lighting.

His chiselled, handsome face really does look solemn and concerning under his depressing expression unmaking of a smile.

Murong Jihua gulps “…”

He Jünle asks, “do you still remember the very cause of why Princess Elizabeth would continue clinging to us?”

“…” Murong Jihua takes half a step back, burying his form in the shadows as well, asking, “baby, you don’t mean to tell me to just give her a kid and──”

He Jünle takes a step forward, ensuring that Murong Jihua is locked in his vision at all times, declaring,

“Running away forever isn’t a feasible option, don’t you think?”

?!

He? Jün? Le?

I thought your character archetype did not include being a scum of a bottom with the ostrich mindset?!

Are you seriously suggesting you want your man to birth monkes (TL: Not a typo) for other women?!

­­──”Murong, Jihua, yo,”

He Jünle takes off the glove from Murong Jihua’s hand, and, with their skin touching, locks onto his finger directly.

Their fingers cross.

Murong Jihua, thinking about if he’s planning a break-up sex to send him along his way­­──Then, his heart jumps,

And frantically recalls how He Jünle is allergic to him…!

He Jünle puts his lips to Murong Jihua’s ears, and continues down without a care in the world, allowing the man’s warm skin to brush his face all over.

“It’s growing cold,”

Says He Jünle with a muffled tone,

“Time to impregnate He Jünle.”

…

…?

…!

…?!

“I don’t want to lose you, so,”

Proclaims He Jünle,

“This time, make me pregnant and shut her trap. Then, we’ll prepare well for our next competition.”

“… That makes sense?” Murong Jihua blinks and asks, “what can I do for you? Hiring a midwife? A nanny? Buying children’s toys? Share your pregnancy?”

Murong Jihua “…”

He Jünle “…”

Holy shit.

Murong Jihua “???”

“No, wait, how are you even getting pregnant in the first place?!

You’re a man!!! This isn’t even a BL novel in the omegaverse!

Do you have a womb? Do you have eggs? How are you giving birth? From your [REDACTED]?!”

“Tch,

Who told you I’m biologically becoming pregnant? What’s important is to convince Her Highness Elizabeth.

Murong Jihua still feels something is wrong, saying, “the royal corp of physicians, they’re the real thing…”

He Jünle chuckles, “as if those specialised doctors you, CEO Murong yourself called, back when my allergy flared up and fainted did figure out my condition or something.”

“…”

“…”

“Regarding my allergic reaction to you, Murong Jihua’s skin,” He Jünle brushes his fingers harshly past Murong Jihua’s lips, “don’t you think that’s a safe symptom of ‘pregnancy’?”

…

No words need to be spoken.

Murong Jihua inhales──

Murong Jihua exhales──

Murong Jihua reinhales──

Then Murong Jihua lifts up He Jünle’s body, and finally buries his face right next to his slightly cold neck without restraint, saying, “you damned man, it’s time to impregnate you.”

Murong Jihua and He Jünle then heads to the nearest hotel and get a room while hugging and pushing and pulling and embracing and kissing along the way; tonight, both of them could feel something different.

──Of course it’s different.

They’re getting a room to fake a pregnancy by triggering an allergic reaction with excessive bodily contact!

──When you think about it, its…

When Murong Jihua pushes the love hotel door open, even though he’s mentally prepared already, but the smile from the female owner, just as erotic as usual, still makes his hair stand on end.

“… Long time no see,” Murong Jihua greets her dryly.

The moment they entered, the owner’s eyes have been fixed on He Jünle. She extends her hands, along with her excessively long fingernails, to pinch He Jünle’s face a little, asking,

“My boy, finally free to come visit auntie while sober?”

She then glances over at Murong Jihua right next to him, remarking, “tch tch tch, you again. What, you’ve found love through sex? So you’re trying to re-experience that spark here in our hotel?”

“… Kinda,” Murong Jihua doesn’t want to stay here any longer.

He Jünle just continues chatting with her with a smile, though, while flipping through the couples’ room set menu on his hands. His smile grows bigger.

“Murong, the Love Hotel has worked hard coming up with new themes recently, no?”

He hands the menu over with an unreadable expression, asking,

“Pick whichever one you like, ok?”