Translator: ThatLazyPotato
Translation Checker: 7qqy
Editor: yuki_shuichi
Rimbaud watched him. He couldn’t help but to sweep aside the hair covering his eyes, and lightly used his knuckles to touch his eyelashes. Rimbaud’s half-lying posture created wrinkles on the face that was lying next to his own pillow. Rimbaud used his fingertip to smooth it out.
Bai Chunian’s eyelashes trembled. He half opened his eyes sleepily, saw Rimbaud lying next to him, and closed his eyes again in ease. He snuggled his body against Rimbaud and nuzzled, turning Rimbaud to his side. He wrapped his hand on the omega’s waist, hugging him stickly from behind.
Rimbaud’s back faced him. The alpha behind him was naked, the hot chest pressed against his back, and the high nose bridge rubbed on his neck, sniffing close to the hollow of his neck and shoulder.
“Wife, good morning.” His voice was slightly lazy, hoarsely dragging the last syllable with a clingy tone.
“It’s already afternoon,” Rimbaud said.
Bai Chunian lightly gave an “oh” in response. He turned around to look at the clock; the clock on the wall was elegant and expensive-looking.
“Dr. Han’s house.” Rimbaud turned and glanced at him. “You were the one that brought me back from Greenfly Island, remember?”
“Oh… No wonder there’s a smell of melon seed.” Bai Chunian lazily retreated into the bed, hugging Rimbaud, and closed his eyes to sniff him for a long time. He put his hands in Rimbaud’s shorts to play with his baby out of boredom. After a long while, he slowly said, “It kinda rings a bell.”
“Ohhh, right.” Bai Chunian suddenly became wide awake. He sat up, letting Rimbaud lie down. He lifted up Rimbaud’s shirt, saw the causally wrapped bandages around his chest, and furrowed his brows. “Is this even okay, does it still hurt?”
“It doesn’t as long as you don’t press on it.” Rimbaud also sat up. One hand propped his head on the bed, the other lifted the hem of his shirt and lowered his head to check if he was bleeding. “It’s fine. I fought and killed numerous times when I was in my youth; this isn’t considered a heavy injury.”
“Tsk, you are still young. You’re still not old even among the merfolks.” Bai Chunian used his fingers to smooth his hair. “Wait here, I’ll go find a pair of pants to wear first.”
Rimbaud pointed at the low cabinet. “Dr. Han just had someone bring it over.”
Bai Chunian put on clean underwear and stood in front of the full-length mirror in a daze.
Rimbaud stuck his head over to look, then burst out in laughter.
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The underwear had a cartoon cat floral print on it.
“What is this? Just why? Did I offend him?” Bai Chunian had no choice but to put on a black shorts over it, along with a normal black tank top, and wore them while asking, “Is the ship okay? Are there any casualties? I need to go to the Search Division to check. You come with me to have Han-ge rewrap your bandage. It looks like you wrapped it too tightly.”
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After he finished speaking, Bai Chunian stood by the bed, petrified and frozen for half a minute. He slowly slid to the bedside and put his head under the pillow.
Rimbaud crawled up and shook him. Bai Chunian was shakened and groaned in a muffled voice. “If there is an atomic bomb that has one minute left before exploding in front of me, and I can only say one thing, I’ll say ‘Don’t save me, thanks.'”
“Ugh, forget it.” Bai Chunian’s head came out from under the pillow, and he worriedly pulled up Rimbaud’s shirt. “Is it really okay? Take it off and let me see your injury.”
Rimbaud took off his shirt, then used a hydrated steel knife to cut the bandages around his chest and unwrapped them layer by layer.
“Look.”
His entire back was covered with a flaming lion tattoo, which was a permanent mark left by Bai Chunian. Under it were the permanent scars left on his body, but because the lion tattoo was wild and vibrant, the dreary scars were no longer visible under it.
The bandages fell to the bed one by one, but even the innermost bandage was not stained with much blood. After Rimbaud removed the last layer, Bai Chunian saw the wound on his chest.
It was a deep wound—a stab through the back to the chest. If it were a human, even if the injury wasn’t caused by a deadly weapon like the Dead Sea heart knife, it would be hard to survive—yet Rimbaud was still able to laugh and talk with him.
His wound was not the same as a normal person’s wound. The edge of the incision was neat and smooth, while the blood stain was all purified off, and the surrounding skin was a clean and spotless pale.
“Ah…” Bai Chunian reached out with heartache but didn’t dare to touch and hurt him.
“My body is also interesting, I’ll show you.” Rimbaud put his arms around his neck, making him lower his head to his wound.
What Bai Chunian vaguely saw from the unhealed wound was not bright red flesh and blood, but rather a dark blue surging ocean current.
“Touch it.” Rimbaud grabbed Bai Chunian’s hand, brought his fingers to his wound to feel it, and slowly inserted it into his wound.
Bai Chunian opened his eyes wide. “Don’t! I’ll hurt you!”
“You won’t. As long as it’s not the Dead Sea heart rock, I won’t get hurt.” Rimbaud gripped his wrist, and he said lightly, “Close your eyes, you can feel something nice.”
Bai Chunian had some lingering fear, but he still listened to him and closed his eyes. He felt his hand being gently washed by the chilly seawater. Rimbaud’s body was not filled with flesh and organs, but something even more pure and gentle—the sea.
Clear and cold water passed through his fingers. Bai Chunian felt himself touching an endless void, he felt tranquil from within, and his breathing became steady.
Suddenly, it felt like his fingertip touched something hard and angular. It was cold, and the temperature was much lower compared to the surroundings; it was like a piece of ore. Bai Chunian gently caresses along the edge of the ore. When he touched the upper left area, he found that it was missing a corner.
The shape of the missing corner was the same as the ore inlaid on the fishbone earrings that Bai Chunian was wearing at this moment.
“This is my heart. It’s also the source of water for this entire planet. I tore off a piece of it for you before.” Rimbaud leaned close to him and laughed in Bai Chunian’s ear. “This is my most precious thing. Humans would say it’s my ‘mission,’ which is a befitting word.”
Rimbaud took his hand out. Bai Chunian looked at his hands in surprise. It wasn’t stained in blood or wet, but the fine lines on his hand had become a lot lighter, and his fingernails were a lot longer.
“How’s it? It’s pretty fun, right?” Rimbaud used a hydrated steel clip to cut his nails short. “It’s the heart of the living and the source of life. It’s the opposite of the Dead Sea heart rock I gave to you.”
“Seriously, how amazing…” Bai Chunian compared his two hands in amazement. The hand that was taken out was like a newborn baby’s hand, smooth and white. The gun calluses and scars on his hands had disappeared.
Bai Chunian brought the first aid kit, opened a bag of new bandages, carefully wrapped Rimbaud’s wound, tied a delicate little bow on the side of his waist, and then held Rimbaud between his legs. He crossed his legs and hugged him, rested his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed it in frustration.
“Why are you still upset? I already told you it doesn’t hurt.” Rimbaud raised a hand and rubbed his face. “I’m trying my best to comfort you.”
“I don’t know. You want to prove you won’t die, but I think you’re more fragile. You don’t look like a real being. You’re not a figment of my imagination, right? I’m a little afraid of what’s going on.” Bai Chunian released soothing pheromones so that his wound could heal faster. “I don’t need to be comforted. I’m happiest when I open my eyes and you’re the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning.”
Rimbaud laughed again. He turned around and sat on Bai Chunian. He wrapped his arm around his neck, tilted his head, and kissed him on the lips, and the tip of his tongue teased the tip of his teeth. “Obe?”
Bai Chunian Adam’s apple bobbled.
The bell downstairs suddenly rang, and their excitement was interrupted. Only then did Bai Chunian remembered that this was Han-ge‘s house. It was too brazen of them to do it on his bed, and he would definitely be taught a lesson when he went back.
Han Xingqian received the text Rimbaud sent him, saying Bai Chunian has returned to his human form. Thus, he put down the work he was doing, grabbed the medicine and monitoring equipment, and drove over.
Like before, it was Rimbaud who opened the door. Once the door opened, the lingering sticky scent of musk rose and brandy came rushing out, and Han Xingqian knew what they were doing in his own home. He sighed deeply and said with a headache, “Is there anything particularly attractive about my office and home?”
Rimbaud was in a pretty good mood, his lips curled upward. “Then what kind of reward do you want?”
“Stop right there. Last time you threw a Han Dynasty cultural relic to my teacher and freaked him out.” It was rare for Han Xingqian to see him smile, and he couldn’t help but be dazzled by his bright expression. Rimbaud was indeed good-looking, with a kind of transcendent beauty and nobility.
He followed Rimbaud upstairs while asking, “Is he sleeping right now?”
“He’s awake. He’s basking on the balcony.”
Rimbaud pushed open the bedroom door, and because the balcony door and window were both opened, the pheromone smell inside had mostly dissipated. Bai Chunian was standing by the balcony railing, his back facing them. He seemed to be staring intently at the two sparrows on the railing.
“Xiao Bai.” Han Xingqian called him, but Bai Chunian didn’t respond.
Rimbaud also found it strange, quickly picking up his pace and going to the balcony. Bai Chunian’s left hand had already turned into that of a lion’s paw. He took action very quickly and held down one of the sparrows on the railing. His sharp claws went straight through the sparrow. Bai Chunian bowed down and stuffed the half-dead sparrow into his mouth, swallowed it, and then licked the blood on his claws.
Rimbaud froze. Bai Chunian suddenly turned his head, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his pupils were no longer there. His eyes were burning with blue will-o’-wisps, which was similar to when he transformed into a lion last night.
Han Xingqian said decisively, “Rimbaud, hold him down!”
He put down the equipment box, and then he and Rimbaud both rushed toward the balcony from two different directions. When Bai Chunian was about to jump off the railing, they were able to drag him back down. Han Xingqian held down both his legs, while Rimbaud pressed onto his body and folded his two hands. He drew out a chain from the collar around Bai Chunian’s neck and tied him up tightly.
After struggling around for more than ten minutes, they were finally able to subdue Bai Chunian, who was about to turn back into a white lion. Bai Chunian was tossing and rolling around on the ground while roaring; he was no different than an uncontrollable beast.
Han Xingqian wiped off his own sweat. He had Rimbaud hold him down as he took out the dissociative agent and lifted the fabric on Bai Chunian’s back. His fingertip touched an area along his spine, and he quickly inserted the thin and flexible needle, injecting the agent into his spine. The blue will-o’-wisps in Bai Chunian’s eyes extinguished again, the white lion mimicry on his body faded, and he laid weakly on his side on the ground. His pupils were blurred, and he gasped briefly with his mouth slightly open.
Rimbaud’s face was scratched by Bai Chunian’s sharp claws, so Han Xingqian also helped him with it.
Rimbaud was expressionless, and the scratch on his face slowly healed. His eyes darkened, and he silently sat down on the ground with his hands on his knees. Seeing Xiao Bai lying on the ground with his eyes lax and panting weakly, he lightly picked at his fingertip, mumbling to himself, “He was fine earlier.”
“It’s because he’s in the deterioration stage, it’s the sign of being in deterioration. Indiscriminate destruction and massacre are their factory settings. Even if Xiao Bai has lived among us for four years, and his habits have been assimilated by humans, he still can’t go against his instinct. Letting him out would cause a widespread disaster like with Eternal Undead.” Han Xingqian took out the monitoring equipment, put it on Bai Chunian, and drew a few more bottles of blood.
Bai Chunian was too weak to move after being injected with the dissociative agent. Rimbaud carried him to the bed, then he used the Dead Sea heart rock to chain his neck and limbs, then closed the balcony doors and windows shut.
“I’m not going to take the risk of moving him. Several veteran professors from the Medical Association would come for consultation. Let’s wait first. Don’t worry.” Han Xingqian left the monitoring equipment in the room. His mouth was dry from struggling for a long time, so he went to get a glass of water from the pantry.
Rimbaud sat across from him, holding the black teacup Han Xingqian gave him and looking out the window, lost in thought.
“Oh yeah, I heard the fishermen rescued by the PBB ship jointly petitioned the Fisheries Association to cast a statue of you and place it in the Binhai Plaza.” Han Xingqian wanted to lighten Rimbaud up. He took out his phone to show him photos on the net, hoping to divert his attention and stop him from getting too anxious.
“Look, even the location has been circled already. Now the coastal residents are all talking about you, and the news has reported about it.”
Rimbaud didn’t cheer up, though. He stayed looking out the window and said indifferently, “I don’t need humans to affirm my worth. I’m also not as selfless and compassionate as they think. If the lives of a whole ship of them can be exchanged for his sobriety, then I’ll sink all of them in a heartbeat. Too bad it’s impossible. Nobody can replace my Xiao Bai. I can only watch as he leaves me step by step.”
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Rimbaud last words this chapter breaks my heart @-@