A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Three days later, in the early morning.

The sky outside gradually brightened, a beam of light rising from the mountaintop, breaking through the clouds as the dawn light began to appear.

In the dim room, the light was weak, only a small lamp stood in the corner, casting a faint warm glow through its thin shade. Thick curtains blocked out the sunlight from outside, isolating all sound.

"Little An..." a soft whisper, almost like a murmur, was accurately caught by its owner.

"Mm." Yang An lowered his gaze, sweat glistening at his temples, kissing the soft lips, his tone gentle, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Yu Qingyan's eyes glimmered, immersed in a different kind of rich spring water than before, his gaze sparkling like a lake surface, the green water gently rippling, appearing particularly alluring. He lightly brushed Yang An's face, his fingertips slightly weak, sliding to the beta's neck and hanging loosely.

Yu Qingyan's eyes became increasingly unfocused, his voice hoarse as he softly said, "Sleepy..." His usually pale lips were reddened and swollen from the kisses.

Yang An bit his lip pearl, soothingly rubbing his nose against Yu Qingyan's, his demeanor affectionate, "Good, just wait a little longer."

...

Ethereal white mist rose under the bright light, resembling smoke or fog, instantly vanishing as the switch was flipped.

Yang An's handsome face was serious, his black hair damp, droplets of water trickling down the tips. He gently carried Yu Qingyan out of the washroom, moving carefully.

The floor was strewn with empty nutrient solution bottles, lying askew.

Yang An carefully laid the person in his arms down, tucking in the blanket, but the person inside furrowed their brow, stretching out an arm to search for something.

Yang An held Yu Qingyan's hand, planting a kiss on his fingertips.

Yu Qingyan's brow relaxed a bit, as if sensing something, gradually stabilizing in his sleep, yet his fingertips couldn't help but twitch, almost reflexively.

"Little An... don't go..." he murmured.

Yang An's eyelids dropped, pausing momentarily, but then he lifted the blanket, lying down beside him, tightening his embrace slightly. He held him close, gently stroking his lover's hair in rhythm with his breathing.

The room was filled with a strong mint tea fragrance, oozing a hint of sweetness that seemed to seep into the air, with a light citrus aroma lingering in the background.

Yang An silently gazed at the white walls, illuminated by the interplay of light and shadow, appearing like an endless abyss in a dream, a golden eye fixed intently on him.

His reason was overly clear, yet he still inexorably sank into the bottomless swamp, unable to save himself.

Yang An's arm gradually tightened, holding him more firmly. He closed his eyes, the rhythmic sound of breathing echoing softly in his ears, the heavy weight resting against his chest, as if to say: this is reality, all else is illusion.

Yang An's eyelids trembled as he slowly opened his eyes, letting out a sigh. The blood-red hue in his pupils had faded somewhat, but there were still remnants, giving his eyes a strange and eerie appearance.

Evening

"Xiao An..." Yu Qingyan struggled to open his eyes, his vision dim and murky, his throat like an old engine, each word he spoke extremely weak.