TPM Chapter 6

In the middle of the night, it started raining. Since becoming pregnant, the Little Young Master had been sleeping lightly due to discomfort. In a daze, he turned over and was immediately pulled into someone’s embrace.

“Mmm—”

Unaccustomed to this, the Little Young Master instinctively tried to push away, but the person just held him tighter.

“Shh, it’s okay, shh.”

“Thirsty—” The Little Young Master mumbled softly, not even opening his eyes. He was feeling uncomfortable again, his body heating up from the lack of pheromones.

The alpha rubbed his eyes, sat up, and poured a glass of water for the Little Young Master. After checking the temperature, he gently helped him sit up and fed him the water.

“Just a sip to soothe your throat,” the archenemy whispered in the Little Young Master’s ear. After checking his temperature and seeing it was still within the normal range, he tucked the Little Young Master back in.

In his sleep, the Little Young Master muttered something, and the “stay on your side” pillow was casually pushed aside by the alpha, who then, **conveniently**, pulled the Little Young Master’s hand onto his own chest.

Hmph, so what if that scummy alpha was “sometimes nice”?

Right now, the Little Young Master was snuggled up to him.

Even if it wasn’t entirely voluntary, the alpha was determined that one day, the Little Young Master would hold him willingly. He was going to take care of the Little Young Master, a thousand times better than that scummy alpha ever could!

With a sour feeling in his chest, the alpha clenched his teeth and pulled the Little Young Master even closer.

He needed to be close.

The alpha’s pheromones slowly seeped into the room, and under the soft glow of the nightlight, the sound of the Little Young Master’s breathing gradually evened out.

For once, the Little Young Master slept until he naturally woke up.

It felt like there was a warm furnace next to him, making him feel cozy from head to toe.

Hmm???

Hmm!!!

The Little Young Master, still groggy, slowly lifted his head, only to be greeted by a close-up view of the alpha’s face.

Wait, wasn’t this guy supposed to be sleeping quietly on his side? The Little Young Master was furious! But just as he was about to explode, he noticed his own hand resting on the alpha’s chest—and not just that, his whole body had somehow ended up on the archenemy’s side.

It looked like he had been the one who initiated the closeness.

Huh?

The Little Young Master blinked in disbelief.

Could it be that he was the one being uncooperative?

Carefully, the Little Young Master started to inch away, trying to make his escape.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters…

Holding his breath, he moved cautiously, victory almost within reach.

But just then, the archenemy opened his eyes.

The Little Young Master froze, and before he could react, the archenemy was already sitting up.

“Thirsty again?” The alpha asked, handing over the glass of water. “Or are you feeling unwell?”

“No, I’m fine.” The Little Young Master replied, a bit flustered.

“This isn’t right. I’ll call someone to fix—” The Little Young Master, his mind in a jumble, got out of bed barefoot, reaching for his phone.

“Are you angry?”

“I’m not.”

“Then are you going to kick me out?” The alpha looked down at the Little Young Master.

“I—” The Little Young Master suddenly fell silent.

The archenemy picked him up. His movements were gentle, mindful of the Little Young Master’s belly, as he carefully set him down on the edge of the bed. “Don’t walk around barefoot, the floor is cold.”

The alpha gently placed the cup of water in the Little Young Master’s hand. “Drink some water first, okay? The temperature is just right.”

The Little Young Master turned his head away, avoiding the alpha’s gaze.

He suddenly couldn’t figure out what his archenemy was thinking. First, there was the pheromone support, then the meticulous care. It could have been simple sympathy for a day or two, but after a month, even two months, the alpha was still there, taking care of him.

So, what exactly did this mean?

Just like he said, even if they weren’t “enemies,” at the very least, they should be minding their own business. But why was the archenemy doing all this?

He… he couldn’t help but overthink things.

“You and the baby both need care, so let me stay, okay?”

The archenemy started tidying up, first bringing the Little Young Master’s coat, then slipping socks onto his feet. The alpha arranged the pillows, lowered his head, and approached the Little Young Master, like a puppy that had just been scolded by its owner. “I really won’t take up much space.”

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