ICAWZ Chapter 179

You Que was the last to carry a medical kit and head upstairs with Sanya. When Fei Wen and the others saw this, they didn’t ask anything but simply stood by with their arms crossed, smiling knowingly, as if they had long silently acknowledged that there was something unseen happening between the two.

Sanya’s back was a pitiful sight, and a few more scars seemed inconsequential. After all, a physically strong military female wouldn’t mind such minor wounds. Yet, he deliberately brought You Que into the room, and no one knew what was going through his mind.

When they arrived at the upstairs bedroom, it was already tidied up, unlike the chaotic scene from before. You Que stood at the door, holding a heavy medical kit in one hand. He sighed first, then felt a slight headache as he saw that Sanya was already sitting at the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his clothes.

You Que gently kicked open the door and stepped into the room, then turned to close the door behind him. “You have a wound on your back. Why didn’t you tell me about it yesterday?”

At his words, Sanya paused in undoing his buttons. When he looked up, he saw You Que looking at him disapprovingly, his expression somewhat serious. He turned his head, averted his gaze, and began to remove his shirt. “Aren’t you aware now?” 

Sanya didn’t want zergs to see the scars on his back, let alone You Que. But these wounds were difficult to treat. He hadn’t paid attention while taking a bath yesterday, and the water had worsened them, preventing proper healing.

Whether he glanced once or twice, he was still looking. In front of You Que, there was a sense of giving up, as if he had resigned himself to the situation.

You Que walked forward and sat at the edge of the bed. He gently brushed aside Sanya’s hair to reveal the two gruesome, old scars on his back. He paused slightly when he saw them. He wanted to ask, but then he felt certain that Sanya wouldn’t answer, so he only examined the fresh wound from the vase shards that had cut him the previous day.

You Que furrowed his brows. “This cut is pretty deep. You should go to the hospital for stitches.”

Sanya lazily responded, “I don’t want stitches. Just put some medicine on it, and it’ll be fine.”

You Que didn’t make a move. This was the first time he had seen a zerg so intent on mistreating their own body.

Sanya waited for a long time without hearing any movement. Finally, he turned to look at You Que, only to find him staring intently at his back. His eyes darkened, and with no hint of emotion, he asked, “What’s wrong? Do you think these scars are ugly and you’re unable to do it?”

You Que opened the medical kit, his fingers running over the various bottles inside. He pulled out a bottle of disinfectant and asked, “Scars are always ugly. Is there such a thing as a pretty scar in the world?”

At his words, Sanya narrowed his long eyes and replied, “So when you said it wasn’t ugly yesterday, were you lying to me?”

You Que thought to himself, What nonsense. With Sanya’s neurotic behavior yesterday, how could he calm him down without lying? He patted his thigh and said, “Lie down. Once the medicine’s on, it won’t look ugly anymore.”

The statement was heavily watered down, clearly an attempt to soothe him like a cub.

Suddenly, Sanya spoke up and asked, “Don’t you think it’s embarrassing to apply medicine to a female zerg?”

You Que seemed to lack that typical sense of male superiority over females. He hadn’t gotten angry when he had bitten him yesterday, and now, even though he was the one applying the medicine, he didn’t hesitate to help. If it were any other male zerg, such a thing would be impossible.

You Que ignored the question, finding it completely nonsensical. Sanya was injured this badly, and he was just helping him with the medicine—what was embarrassing about that?

He reached out and pressed the female zerg onto his thigh, careful not to apply too much pressure when he saw the wounds on his back. His voice was low, leaving no room for argument. “Lie still and don’t move.”

As he spoke, he twisted open the bottle of medicine in his hand, but before he could continue, a cold body silently slipped into his arms, causing his movements to pause.

Sanya had somehow slipped into his embrace. He rested his chin on the male zerg’s shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of pheromones in the air. He vaguely recalled that yesterday, the other had held him like this. Closing his eyes, he asked in a muted voice, “Is this how you apply the medicine?”

Sanya felt a bit cold, a bit of pain, and thought that holding onto You Que might make him feel a little better.

In this ambiguous relationship, it was hard to say who was more proactive, but neither of them rejected this meager warmth.

You Que held the slender figure in his arms, wondering to himself why most female zergs, like Fei Wen, were so strong, while Sanya had become so thin. He maintained his position, dipping a cotton swab into the disinfectant and slowly wiping the wounds. Sanya couldn’t help but shiver slightly from the cold.

You Que, however, mistook it for pain and softened his movements. “It’ll be fine, just bear with it.”

Sanya calmly adjusted his position, almost sitting on You Que’s lap. He reached out and wrapped his arms around You Que’s waist, a possessive desire beginning to show, and asked ambiguously, “Has any zerg ever sat like this in your arms before?”

You Que was both amused and exasperated by the question. “What do you think?”

Sanya thought the answer was probably no. When You Que was working, countless female zergs would flirt with him every day, yet he never entertained any of them. Except for that one time in the cubicle when he pinned Sanya against the wall and shamelessly touched him, the rest of the time, You Que had been quite proper.

Perhaps this male zerg was special when it came to him.

Sanya belatedly realized something, and this realization satisfied a certain hidden emotion deep within him. He lightly traced his fingertip over You Que’s throat, his voice low. “That’s more like it. From now on, no other female zergs are allowed to sit in your lap. Do you hear me?”

You Que remained silent, giving him a long, deep look. “Even if you’re my boss, you can’t control that much, can you?”

Sanya smirked. “Then who can control you?”

You Que looked away. “No one can control me.”

This was the truth—he had never been one to obey authority.

You Que finished speaking and swapped out for a waterproof ointment from the medical kit, continuing to apply the medicine to Sanya’s wounds to prevent them from getting infected when he showered later. “You should have told me yesterday before I left. It’s easier to treat if you handle it early, or it could get infected.”

Unexpectedly, this remark gave Sanya an opening. He lifted an eyebrow and asked, “What did you do yesterday?”

Sanya knew the situation at You Que’s home—he had no female or male parents, and his daily routine was very orderly. Yesterday, he had heard from the cleaning staff that You Que had hurriedly left in the evening, which seemed very suspicious.

Sanya’s lips curled slightly. “Did you go meet a lover in private?”

Although Sanya was smiling when he said this, there was an undeniable danger in his tone. Everyone in the bar knew that Sanya had some complicated feelings toward You Que. He had been staring at him for so long without deciding what to do about it. If some wild cat outside took him away, that would truly… be interesting.

You Que could immediately tell that Sanya was just imagining things. He calmly denied it. “No, I just took a relative home.”

Sanya raised an eyebrow. “What relative?”

You Que replied flatly, “An old male.”

Upon hearing this, Sanya finally stopped pressing the issue and shifted his focus back to his back. You Que was being very careful with the medicine, but because the wounds were near his shoulder blades, they constantly gave Sanya a sharp, almost flesh-tearing pain. Unconsciously, cold sweat began to bead on his skin, and his face grew a few shades paler.

You Que couldn’t help but feel as though he was holding a very pitiful creature in his arms. Every time his touch neared the wounds, Sanya would tremble in pain and instinctively curl up. He placed the medicine bottle aside and, almost without thinking, pulled Sanya closer. “Does it hurt that much?”

That cold, hard heart of his surprisingly softened a little.

Sanya buried his face in You Que’s neck, eyes closed, saying nothing. When he had his wings torn off, he had been half-dead on the operating table, blood dripping from his back, pooling on the floor. No one held him to comfort him, no one treated his wounds. All there was, was pain—endless pain, followed by humiliation and despair.

He hadn’t done anything wrong. Why did those zergs take his wings? Why did the military court imprison him? Sanya often pondered these questions in the dead of night, but he never found an answer.

Sanya tightened his grip on You Que, his pale lips trembling for a long time. Finally, he whispered, barely audible, “It hurts.”

You Que wasn’t good at comforting others. He could only grab a piece of clothing from nearby and gently drape it over Sanya, running his hand through his hair. “The medicine’s been applied. Tomorrow, the scabs will form, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Sanya lifted his head from You Que’s chest, his eyelashes damp with cold sweat. His face looked even paler under the light. “Are you leaving again?”

You Que paused for a moment, then changed his mind about what he was about to say. “I’m not leaving. I’ll stay and sit with you for a while.”

Sanya’s face finally softened a little. He buried his face back into You Que’s chest. Suddenly, as if recalling something, he quietly asked, “You Que, if you marry a female monarch in the future, will you not be able to hold me like this anymore?”

The question sounded a bit ambiguous, almost like a teasing remark.

But You Que didn’t catch the underlying meaning. He just thought that he was still a black household, completely unqualified to marry a female monarch. He couldn’t even get his documents processed at the Star Administration. He muttered vaguely, “I guess so.”

‘How do you know the female monarch won’t be you?’

This question, however, got swallowed back by You Que.

At You Que’s words, his expression darkened, and he ground his teeth together. “Then what kind of female monarch do you plan to marry?”

You Que had never considered this question. Even though he had developed feelings for Sanya, he wasn’t sure whether he would be able to marry him in the future, especially since his identity was a huge issue. “…”

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Sanya lowered his eyes and said self-deprecatingly, “Anyway, it definitely won’t be someone like me. My body’s ugly, and I don’t have any family background.”

You Que’s ability to read subtle cues wasn’t very sharp, but hearing this, he glanced at Sanya’s back. He couldn’t imagine what the female zerg had gone through. His fingertips gently brushed over the old scars on Sanya’s back, feeling the uneven texture, and he spoke softly to comfort him:

“You’re not ugly.”

Sanya naturally didn’t believe him. “Then praise me a little, say I’m beautiful.”

You Que couldn’t bring himself to say something so insincere. Hearing this, he turned his head and shifted his gaze away. “I won’t praise you.”

Sanya forcibly turned You Que’s face back toward him, gently pressing his forehead against his. His breath was warm as he spoke, almost close enough to kiss: “Say it—beautiful.”

You Que remained silent.

Sanya furrowed his brow. “Say it.”

You Que still didn’t speak. What zerg would force someone to praise them as beautiful?

However, Sanya seemed to care deeply about You Que’s opinion. He tightly grasped the tips of You Que’s fingers, then placed his own hand on his lower back, guiding him to touch the scars. The pressure was so intense that You Que’s fingers began to bruise: “Not even once? Just once.”

Sanya’s expression was obsessive. “You Que, these scars aren’t ugly, right?”

His eyes reddened, his voice hoarse and trembling. “I don’t want…”

He didn’t want these ugly scars.

“Beautiful.”

You Que suddenly spoke, interrupting Sanya’s spiraling thoughts. He looked into the female zerg’s crimson eyes, his warm palm pressing against Sanya’s cold back, and seriously uttered, “These scars aren’t ugly. You’re beautiful.”

Sanya froze in place.

You Que was about to say something else when, in the next second, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his lips—Sanya kissed him without warning. The female zerg’s kiss was awkward and forceful, with hard teeth clashing against his lips and tongue, leaving behind a metallic, sweet taste.

You Que was stunned for a moment, surprised and wanting to pull away, but instead, he was held even tighter by the female zerg. The other’s soft, moist tongue easily pried open his teeth. In a daze, You Que tasted something salty and bitter, along with the cold tear stains on the other’s face.

In the brief moment of distraction, Sanya had already pinned You Que to the bed. He took off the shirt draped over his shoulder, his slender, beautiful figure glaringly pale under the light. The patches of scars on his back appeared particularly terrifying.

Sanya was testing You Que’s boundaries step by step.

He silently unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants aside, revealing his beautiful, exposed body. Sanya, as if rewarding the male zerg, let his thick lashes flutter down and, staring at him, asked, “Do you think it’s beautiful?”

His voice was ambiguous and hoarse, as though it hid a hook.

“…”

Although You Que had been flirtatious with Sanya before, he had never intended to take advantage of him. He snapped back to reality and instinctively pushed Sanya aside, only to hear the other let out a painful groan—he had accidentally hit the wound on his back.

You Que’s expression changed slightly when he saw this. ”What’s wrong? Did you hit the wound?”

Sanya lowered his head without replying, but sure enough, the wound on his back had begun to bleed. He didn’t hold any anger towards You Que, instead, he simply held him again, like a small animal looking for its den. But this time, what he wanted wasn’t just an embrace.

It was more, and much bolder.

Sanya lay in You Que’s arms, his body coiling around him like a venomous snake, exuding an unconscious allure. He closed his eyes, enduring the pain, and whispered softly in his ear, ”You Que, kiss those wounds.”

Kiss those wounds he had just called beautiful.

Only then could Sanya be certain…

Whether the other truly didn’t mind…

 

 

 

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