Feeling something brushing against his chest, Lu Yinghuai lowered his head to look. Jiang Tang had buried his entire face in Lu Yinghuai’s arms, with veins running from his neck all the way to his temples. It was obvious that he was gritting his teeth and trying hard to suppress something.
The next second, Xie Zan touched Jiang Tang again, this time his wrist touched Jiang Tang’s upturned palm, and the cotton swab fell to the ground.
He swore to God, if Lu Yinghuai’s pheromones hadn’t suddenly hit his glands, he would never have shivered.
The area of skin contact reached a level that Jiang Tang could no longer tolerate. He pushed Xie Zan away violently, and his movement was so big that he knocked over the iodine tincture on the corner of the coffee table. The glass bottle broke and brown liquid and glass shards splashed all over the floor.
Jiang Tang didn’t bother to apologize and turned to the other side and began to retch violently.
He hadn’t eaten, so there was nothing in his stomach and he couldn’t vomit anything.
Lu Yinghuai held him with one hand to prevent him from falling, and patted his back with the other hand. He waited for him to calm down a little, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief: “Are you feeling better?”
Jiang Tang felt as if his stomach was being cut by a knife. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Xie Zan suddenly noticed that Lu Yinghuai’s pheromones were concentrated, and then wrapped Jiang Tang in it, gentle and steady, without any trace of the crazy look he had just shown.
He complained madly in his mind: If you had been like this from the beginning, there would have been no other problems!
Xie Zan finally got rid of the suppression of pheromones, and seeing that Lu Yinghuai was upset, he bandaged Jiang Tang as carefully and as quickly as possible.
After explaining a few precautions, he looked at Jiang Tang’s glands again.
“Please take some time to come to my place for a gland test. This way, I can’t tell if there are any problems.”
“Okay.”
Lu Yinghuai’s cell phone rang several times beside him, but he ignored it and focused all his attention on Jiang Tang.
Jiang Zi Ang was not lying when he said that Jiang Tang would vomit if touched by others.
“Are you still feeling uncomfortable?” Lu Yinghuai held her tightly in his arms, and he couldn’t hold him enough. He wanted to calm Jiang Tang down, so he asked, “You don’t like others touching you?”
Many scenes flashed before Jiang Tang’s eyes, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.
Mother Li slapped Jiang Tang hard on the face: “Why are you being so pretentious? Where did this bad habit come from? Do you think you are gold? No one can touch you at all?”
Jiang Tang knelt in the corner, retching even more violently, his knuckles pale as he gripped the edge of the trash can.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Lu…” He wanted to explain, but he didn’t know where to start. His long, slightly curled eyelashes drooped again, “I’m sorry.”
“No need to apologize, I don’t blame you,” Lu Yinghuai touched his face, “Does it matter if I touch you?”
Jiang Tang said “hmm”.
He knew that he seemed to be pretending, so how could it be possible that nothing would happen if Lu Yinghuai touched him.
But his defense system was ineffective against Lu Yinghuai. Not only did he not feel uncomfortable when Lu Yinghuai touched him, he even felt an indescribable sense of comfort.
Lu Yinghuai was not a fool, how could he believe such talk?
Unexpectedly, Lu Yinghuai put his chin on top of his head, hugged him tighter, and said with a smile: “Is there such a good thing?”
Jiang Tang felt as if someone had grabbed his heart, feeling sour and bitter. It was a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time, so much so that he couldn’t even remember that this feeling was called grievance.
He never thought that Lu Yinghuai would believe him.
In the past, no one believed that he really couldn’t accept being touched. The little boy named Li Hu often touched him and teased him on purpose, then watched him vomit and called the nearby children to call him dirty.
Jiang Tang closed his eyes gently. He really liked and cherished Lu Yinghuai’s embrace, so he never refused.
He understood that one should not get involved with things that did not belong to him, but now he rarely felt like reasoning with himself.
Every bit of kindness Lu Yinghuai showed him was worth his best efforts to enjoy, and then he would continue to live the rest of his rotten and moldy life with this short-lived sweetness.
This embrace was too precious to him, so precious that he didn’t want to recall the bad things that happened before.
Even so, his body was still shaking slightly uncontrollably. Lu Yinghuai noticed that the person in his arms was carefully adjusting his breathing. A pain spread from his heart, heavy as retribution.
“Uncomfortable?” His pheromones were cold and could relieve pain, but he doesn’t know how effective they would be on Jiang Tang.
“No.”
How could he feel uncomfortable? He felt that he was too happy to be true.
——Jiang Tang felt that the pain was what he deserved. His understanding of the word “uncomfortable” was different from that of the general public.
“Do you like being held like this?” Lu Yinghuai asked softly.
Jiang Tang wanted to look up at him reflexively, but his chin was stuck, so he blurted out: “Sorry, I can be by myself as well.”
Lu Yinghuai often hugged him these days, but he never asked this question. Jiang Tang was afraid that Lu Yinghuai would get tired of him.
This was nonsense, but Lu Yinghuai understood it. In his previous life, Jiang Tang often responded to him in such a harsh way.
When asked if he liked tonight’s dinner, Jiang Tang said sorry stiffly and said he would prepare it himself next time.
At that time, Lu Yinghuai would understand that the food was not to his liking and would ask someone to change the menu the next day.
But it was not until the night after Jiang Tang’s death that he realized that Jiang Tang felt that his existence caused trouble to others. He felt that he was disliked and thought that it was justified.
He was such an easily satisfied child. When he is in great pain, a hug can make him say “I’m so happy” and a single “what’s wrong” will make his eyes red. He doesn’t know how to be picky at all.
Lu Yinghuai grew up in a privileged family and grew up in the envy and jealousy of countless people. He had never experienced being in too much pain, and his S-level genes also destined him to be unable to understand the sorrows and joys of ordinary people. It was not easy to figure this out, but he still doesn’t know how this happened.
Jiang Tang said that he was fine, not because he didn’t like it, but because he felt that he was being disliked and that he had done something wrong. It was natural for Lu Yinghuai to find him annoying, so he apologized first to show that he would not cause any trouble.
“You can’t be by yourself.”
Lu Yinghuai had no intention of directly exposing him without knowing the specific situation. However, no matter how much it took to make Jiang Tang become like other omegas who felt that he was a little prince and deserved to be held in the palm of their hands, he would do it.
He grasped Jiang Tang’s cold fingertips and held them in his palm, rubbing his chin against Jiang Tang’s hair: “It’s my fault for not protecting you well, and I should apologize. Since the responsibility lies with me, I must take the responsibility to take care of you and accompany you every step of the way until you get better.”
Jiang Tang blinked in confusion, not quite understanding: “But I don’t need care.”
If it were someone else, Lu Yinghuai would definitely think that this person was ungrateful, but since it was Jiang Tang, he knew that Jiang Tang really thought that he didn’t need care, and he felt distressed for this.
If it were another omega, it would be good if he didn’t cry and make a fuss at this moment. The delicate ones would even have an emotional breakdown and keep finding faults with the people around them.
Lu Yinghuai was about to tell him that it was normal for his family to take care of him when he was injured, but Jiang Tang tilted his head and realized something else: “Never leaving?”
“Yeah.” His tone was so obedient that Lu Yinghuai’s heart melted.
“Until you get better?”
“That’s right.”
“Hmm…”
What should I do? He was so tempted that he even wanted to destroy the wound so that it would get inflamed again and again and never heal.
He really had this impulse, but he should be grateful for the gift and not be greedy and ask for too much. Jiang Tang knew this truth very well, so he gave up the idea: “Sorry to bother Mr. Lu.”
He agreed because he wanted it so badly.
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